Her Sex Life Novels & Stories

It was the first time I’d said it aloud or even admitted it to myself. For a long moment, silence hung between us. Then I turned back to her. “That’s why I need to learn, to understand the secret of sex, so I can reach him.” Mira’s eyes softened. “Gianna, sex isn’t just about what happens in bed. It’s about knowing what makes you feel alive. Women like us, we’re not taught that. We’re taught to hide, to wait, to please, without ever understanding what desire even feels like.”

“To be honest, this is the most fun I've had in a long time. Thrilled, he curved his hand along her face. "It's the most fun I've ever had too." She went from vulnerable to skeptical in a matter of seconds. “Oh come on, you don't want me to believe that. I'm sure you've had something better…” Her voice was rising and she stopped, then continued in a whisper. — Better sex — real sex – with a dozen women in the last year. Yes, he had had a lot of sex. But there was something particularly erotic about playing with

she said after few seconds. "What?" I asked. "What?" she questioned back. "Don't you want to do it? You are only doing it just because it's my birthday,” I asked. "No..It's not like that, I want to do it.." "Then why are you acting like it's a duty which you have to fulfill?" I asked. "As your wife it is my duty to fulfill your sexual needs and I have made you wait for so many months,” she said. "That's where you are wrong baby. Sex is not a duty or an obligation which you have to fulfill. It's a pleasure not only for me but for both of us. It's not only for my pleasure. It's for our pleasure."

It was damned inconvenient. Sex was always her downfall. She was not ashamed of the fact that she enjoyed it; however, the men in her life who made her scream in ecstasy were usually also the ones who made her scream in frustration. In the past, she had suffered through the arsehole effect because the sex was good, but now that she had her plan in motion, she couldn’t allow herself to fall into that trap again.

“I thought you liked him.” Leah shrugs. “He’s nice. Handsome. That’s about all I picked up from him.” She eyes me for a moment, and I squirm under her gaze. I already regret confiding in her about our sex life. I tell Leah everything, but sometimes she can be a little judgemental. Like now, for instance. “Sex is important,” she says. “You’ve got to have an exciting sex life if it’s ever going to last. I know a good sex counselor if you’re interested?”

"Was he gentle, was it good, were you able to come through penetration alone? does he have a you know... huge dick?" "Ewe" I swat her "I am not telling you about my sex life." "Come on, don't be such a boring girl. I tell you my sex life." "I never ask you; you voluntarily offer to tell me." She scowls. "You cannot tell me none of those pieces of information were useful to you while you were fucking him and probably moaning his name for the whole house to hear." "If it is any consolation, Eva, yes I did have uncountable orgasms."

“Life is hectic, but I feel fine.” Still, the question lingered in his mind longer than he expected. “Don’t feel strange about it—everyone is different,” she reassured him. “People peak at different times and go through phases where they have more or less sex.” “Yeah, of course,” Ethan said, brushing it off. He still could not believe he was discussing his sex life so openly with her. “Okay, Ethan, I need you to take off your pants and underwear and stand up,” she said.

Her body convulsed beneath me as I intensified my efforts, my fingers sliding deeper into her wetness while she moaned my name. I growled, my tongue working in tandem with my fingers as I teased her sensitive flesh, my hands caressing her thighs. "Oh, God… Daniel," she gasped. "I love the way you touch me. You're going to make me come so hard." Her hips bucked wildly, her back arching as she pulled me closer, desperate for release. I could feel her body tensing, her need reaching its peak as she whimpered, aching for that final push into ecstasy.

"Right. I'm no Devil in the bedroom. I'm a boring lay, who can't even keep her man." "That's crazy talk, woman." "It's true. My sex life is miserable. I mean, we do it, more than most, from what I hear. But it's a couple of minutes of sweaty thrusting a few times a week, and that's it. If it wasn't for my shower massage, I wouldn't come more than once a year." "That may be the saddest thing I ever heard. Keep it up, and you're going to see a grown man cry."

she said finally, with another enigmatic smile. "Really?" "Mm-hm." "What about sex?" She shrugged, looking at her plate coyly. "Just, like, some of the stuff they do." I had a sense of how this had come up between them. I was pretty certain that Laura must have sought advice about how we could improve our sex life, which had been cooling a little for a while. I felt a twinge of humiliation at the suspicion that she probably told Laura I wasn't satisfying her. "Like what?" I prompted. "What do they do?"