Horny Stories Novels & Stories

The lean one fisted my ass while the tall one fucked my pussy, the tattooed one jerking off, cumming on my stomach. “More,” I begged, and they obliged, lifting me into a standing 69, the tall one eating my cunt while I sucked him, the lean one fucking my ass, the tattooed one tit-fucking me again. The jungle echoed with our cries, cum and sweat mixing, until I collapsed, spent but craving. Chapter Three – Untamed Union

His jaw locked, a deep, guttural roar tearing from his throat as his body went completely rigid. He drove himself into her one final, violent time, bottoming out completely as he blew his heavy, hot load deep inside her womb. He pulsed inside her for five agonizingly hot seconds, filling her to the brim with his thick, white heat. He pulled out slowly, a thick mix of their fluids spilling out of her completely ruined, wide-open center. Chloe collapsed back onto the table, her chest heaving, her limbs heavy and numb. The heavy horn of the team bus blasted from the parking lot outside—two sharp, impatient bursts.

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

Chapter 1: Caught Fucking Around Trigger warning: This story is raw, gritty. It's not the kind that pets you. It will strip you off your pride like a little dirty dog, take you to your peak and punish you harder. When you're done, your pussy won't be the only thing that leaks... your master's marks will be your new tattoo, and little puppy, you'll thank him for it. Drop now if you hate dirty stories with degradation. Britanny's POV

"Get your heads in the game! If I see one more lazy pass, you can all spend the rest of the week running laps until you puke!" Sloane’s voice echoed through the Chicago Storm locker room like a gunshot. She paced the length of the tiled floor, her footsteps heavy and uneven. Every time she shifted her weight, she felt a sharp, lingering ache between her thighs. The memory of the concrete floor and Tatum’s rough fingers flashed through her mind, making her core tighten. She was still sore, her pussy feeling swollen and sensitive from the intensity of their encounter in the tunnel. The physical reminder of Tatum’s dominance was driving her into a frenzy of irritation.

“Porsche naman. Hindi na mabiro. Balik na nga lang ako sa pagiging Pambansang Bestfriend ulit. Pa-kiss nga ako.” Life is hard and scary so you need someone by your side, whether that someone is your friend, family, partner or all of them. So is love, kaya ang love ay hindi puwede sa mga taong duwag dahil ang takot ay ginagawa nilang excuse pero ang totoo ay tamad silang mag-effort mag-take ng risk, at ipakita ang sincerity nila para sa kanilang minamahal. -OH MY END!- Bonus: Tips Para Maka-Move On sa Kabiguan Ayon sa “Love is a Horror Story”

Each new piercing sent fresh sparks of ecstasy racing through my veins. I lost count of how many times I came. The orgasms blended together into one continuous wave of bliss. My voice grew hoarse from screaming and moaning around whichever cock occupied my mouth. My blood painted the velvet beneath us in thin crimson lines. The mirrors showed an endless procession of my surrender: body arched, skin marked with bites and streaks of blood, surrounded by five immortal predators who used me with perfect, hungry coordination.

Hunter kept slamming into me from behind, relentless, while Kyle started shallow thrusts into my mouth, matching the rhythm. Hunter’s big hand slid around my hip again. His calloused fingers found my clit, already swollen, peeking out, and rubbed rough, fast circles. The pressure was almost too much, too direct, making my hips jerk involuntarily between them. I was stuffed full at both ends, pussy stretched wide around Hunter’s thickness, throat filled with Kyle’s length, body shaking with every brutal thrust. Water streamed over my face, plastering my hair to my cheeks, running into my eyes, down my neck, and over my bouncing breasts.