Her Sex Life Novels & Stories

"I'm serious. I will bang you to no extent. I will show you what your red saree does" A smile played on her lips as she know what exactly happens. From the time they are married, they have a beautiful intimacy. For him a very raw and carving. And for her exploring into another unknown chapter of life. With him, she came across to know many weird and sinful things. As a new beginner to sex, she felt extremely shy and excited... Thrilling and curious. There are many things that she felt during sex. She is still getting to know and learning about it. One thing she realized is, sex is something that is to be studied. It is not a dirty or sinful thing. Surely a forbidden for unmarried. But not si

“All of this creativity and steaminess you've brought to our sex life. Where the hell did you learn it from?” The question was rhetorical, but also genuine. The few months following my proposal, our sex life had been nothing short of explosive. The meek and shy girl I'd met on that beach a year ago was long gone. And in her place was a sex goddess—a bold, vivacious and insatiably hormonal pregnant sex goddess. Where did she come from? “My God!” “Mm-hmm,” she hummed, letting me do the talking while she kept dancing. “I don't think I'm going to give you any breathing space after you give birth.”

I stared down at her for a moment admiring how her complexion had gone almost as red as her bathing suit, her lips fat and swollen. "You're mine, Cathleen. Mine." "Sin." She breathed. What I wanted more tha anything was to taste her. It was the one thing I had never gotten to do with her. Cathleen had always treated sex more like a box on her to-do list than something meant for pleasure. I had once asked her if she was perhaps asexual to which she had looked completely befuddled. She didn't want the whole slow exploration. She went from kissing to unzipping my pants and pressing my erection into her.

Even though I feel sore from the aftermath, it was so worth it, and I can't wait to experience it again. "Judging from the look on your face. You did. Was the sėx mind-blowing?" "No, I am not discussing my sėx life with you." I pushed her off me. I attempted to stand but Casey pulled me back down. "I am your best friend, Lilith. Your sex life shouldn't be hidden from me. It's not as if I am going to tell everyone. Well, maybe only Christie. But we are still friends." "My sėx life is my sėx life and not for public consumption," I answered.

“So tight and wet, like a real woman.” With every movement of his hips, Santiago inched closer to climax. He didn’t even have to try other positions; she felt that good. He pinned her hands over her head, with his face close to her ear as he whispered to her how good it was to be inside her, how “womanly” she felt.

Chapter 2 She might be in the middle of menopause, but sex was one thing that hadn’t been affected by the hormonal changes in her body. If anything, she wanted it more now than she had during her marriage. She always told herself that it was the man she was married to, more than her own lack of interest, that doomed their sex life. Several years later, she’d discovered that she’d been right. She wasn’t a slut, but she wasn’t a prude either.

Couldn't see inside her. She still couldn't believe she was doing this. Had been for almost a month. Restless and frustrated, seeking answers she couldn't seem to get from Mike, she'd started surfing the web. Looking for places she'd heard about where people could discussed their sexual problems and hang-ups. Discover how to enhance their sex lives. Before long the computer was calling to her like a siren, so much so that even nights Mike was there, after he fell asleep she'd sneak downstairs and log onto the chat rooms. Maybe she'd hoped to find a solution before everything went completely to hell.

And he listened, as always, in silence, and she took the opportunity to pour out her heart. "It's not just sex that we'll never have. You don't like it, and I understand! There are other pleasures in life that are not sexual, and that's the beauty of talking to you because you're intelligent and understand what I mean. There are so many other pleasures in life that are not connected to sex, and I would be satisfied with them by your side. At the salon, I attend to women for more than eight hours a day, and I hear so many stories of women who have been with their husbands for years without sex, either because they've suffered from some illness like diabetes, erectile dysfunction, or other con

When her life had gone down a different path and she wanted different things. She wanted to settle down with just one amazing man. Be normal and be the best mother she could fucking be. Sex, while a primal urge, wasn’t meant to rule one’s life completely or dictate it chasing that next rush of an orgasm. She thought about it way too fucking much, wanted it beyond what was normal or healthy like a fucking compulsion. While many men especially wouldn’t see that as a fucking problem, but a gift, Amber herself knew better.

She laughs and plants her palm against her chest, “I am flattered. But frankly, your life is far more chaotic than mine. Nothing never happens, it’s almost like you are almost in one bind or the other. My life is boring, asides the loads of bills I have accumulated.” I chuckle, “Well, tell me about your sex life then. That should be interesting.” I say and take one roll. Surprisingly, I like the taste. “That is even worse. The scat guy was the last one, I am too scarred to go out with the other one breathing down my neck. Literally by the way.”