Historias Sexuales Novels & Stories

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

He rose, cock slick from my juices. "On all fours now!" I obeyed, arching back. He entered slow, savoring. "Love how you take it." We fucked missionary next, legs wrapped tight. Deep kisses, bodies slapping. "You're my dirty secret and my addiction." He came hard, grinding deep. Cum mixed with my wetness, pooling under us.

She reached for me and we kissed again, moaning into each other’s mouths while the men used us. “Ride his face,” he commanded. “Grind that greedy cunt on him.” I did. I rocked my hips, smearing all my juices all over Ryan’s mouth and chin. He sucked my clit hard, two fingers pushing into my ass, opening me up. The pressure was insane. Then they switched to me. Her dad pulled me onto him. His massive cock pressed against my tight asshole and slowly forced its way in. The burn was intense and overwhelming. I whimpered, but Lena was there, kissing me, whispering. “You can take it baby, let him stretch you.”

I ordered pizza for us and as they gamed, I fired up the laptop in my bedroom, curious to read the stories he'd been stroking to yesterday. As I read story after story, I was shocked both at the content of the stories and by what these stories were doing to me. My pussy was on fire, and my left hand slowly pleasured myself as I read each incestuous story. Some of the stories had dominant sons seducing their mothers, while others had powerful daughters dominating their mothers, while still others were more intimate and egalitarian in the sexual relationships between sons and mothers. I'd never even remotely considered my children in a sexual way, but yesterday's events of my son's masturbatio

It took almost three hours of typing and his encouragement until I had fully unloaded my crappy life onto his shoulders. As he started to tell me more about himself, I found that he was a 55-year-old man who lived about five hundred miles away from me and had led a not dissimilar life. He had been married and divorced twice, and his current wife was not sexual at all. He had been using the chat room as an outlet for his sexual frustrations for two years now and occasionally wrote erotic stories for an online site. All his stories were about his fantasies of having sex with another man, although he claimed he had only tried it twice—neither time was all that satisfying. I asked him to direct

Their strong, muscular bodies, hidden beneath their priestly robes had become instruments of her pleasure, and the memory of their skilled touches and kisses sends a shiver down her spine. She recalls how their hands had explored her body, their fingers tracing her curves and igniting a fire within her. Marie's fingers brushed against her lips, still tingling from the passionate kisses she shared with the priests. She had never imagined that her first sexual experience would be with not one, but two men, and the thought of it both excites and scares her. She feels a sense of guilt for what she has done, but the pleasure they brought her was unlike anything she had ever known.

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

Her past life haunted and ruined her desire in the worst way. . . . More Erotica coming!!!

2. PREYE Dad left years ago after the separation, so it’s just me and Mom back home. She’s been grinding through everything alone, and I’ve gotten damn good at hiding my secrets. I’m straight as fuck. Men do it for me hard,thick heavy cocks stretching my pussy wide open, gagging on dick until my eyes water and spit runs down my chin, that rough BDSM shit where a guy ties me up and treats my holes like his personal cum dump. Nothing beats sucking cock though. Feeling it throb and swell on my tongue, swallowing every thick rope when he’s earned it.

He had my complete attention, teasing me when he told me, “Perhaps you could help me write a story about the sexual relationship I want to have with you?” Initially I didn’t believe him, though later that night when I looked up the websites he gave me he was telling the truth. For me his business books were a little dull. Conversely his p**n stories were very exciting and covered many sexual themes I was unfamiliar with. We quickly became lovers, Cecil introducing me to a whole new diverse range of sexual pleasures, though after a while I sensed his interest in me was waning. “Have you read any of my stories involving Sarah?, Cecil asked me one day.