Hot Scene Novels & Stories

My shorts are almost like panties, there is no need to take it off, so I spread my legs on the bed and I watch as he watches me. The room feels hotter than summer and is thick with lust, the tension is so palpable that I know I would taste it if I stick out my tongue. Slowly I move the stretchy short fabric to the side and bare my cunt to the air and for both of us, Rocky's breath audibly stutters as he watches me touch myself slightly.

She questions and I smile as I applaud her. "It was beautiful. And to think your round self could dance. "I reply and tease. "Hey! I'm not round, nor fat. I'm just thick. And so are you. "She replies, and I burst into a fit of laughter. Johan is a cute shortie, who is indeed thick. She has a portable stature and isn't in any way fat. I just felt like pulling her legs. I watch her open her legs, and out the phone between her legs. Back up there, somewhere.

Thus, he pushed the alluring woman aside, stating, "Move along, I'll transfer the money to you shortly." Disappointed, the hostess pouted, recognizing that she had lost her charm. She was about to seek another target when Chris unexpectedly pulled her back, asking, "How did you stumble upon that video just now?" Without hesitation, she responded, "Haven't you heard? That video's causing quite a stir all over Dawsbury City today." "What? This is a serious matter!" Chris's expression turned grave as he promptly distanced himself from her. "Don't say I didn't give you fair warning. You better delete that video. Wipe it from your memory—never bring it up again. Otherwise, you're in for some seri

Heat. That was the first sensation. Not the soft warmth of the Parisian suite, but a deep, internal furnace, stoked to a blaze. Ethan’s mouth was on mine, not demanding, but devouring. His hands, calloused and familiar, traced scorching paths down my spine, slipping beneath the thin silk of my nightgown. We weren't in the sterile luxury of the hotel. We were tangled in the sheets of our bed back in the mansion, sunlight dappling through familiar curtains. His skin was hot silk under my palms, the scent of him, spice, cedar, pure Ethan, filling my lungs, intoxicating. A low growl vibrated in his chest as his lips trailed fire down my throat, his teeth grazing the sensitive pulse point, sendin

The summer heat in the suburban house was stifling, even with the AC humming at full blast. Emma sprawled on the living-room couch in her panty shorts—tiny black cotton that hugged her ass like a second skin—and a matching bikini bra that barely contained her full breasts. The fabric was thin, damp with sweat, her nipples faintly visible through the material as she fanned herself with a magazine. Sarah, her roommate, lounged beside her in similar attire, scrolling through N*****x on the big screen. “Horror?” Sarah suggested with a grin. “It’s too hot for anything else need something to give me chills.”

I could not take it anymore. The heat between my legs had become unbearable, a steady throb that matched the frantic beat of my heart. My shorts were drenched, the cotton clinging to every swollen fold, my clit pulsing angrily against the soaked fabric. Every video pushed me closer to the edge, but the barrier of clothing only made the ache sharper, more desperate. I needed more. I needed direct touch. I needed release.

he grumbles out, he begins to walk towards me, but then thinks about it and steps back "Why not? I need you! my body is burning. What is going on?" "Your going through heat" he says Now that explains the extra horniness right now, Shit I'm going through heat. No no no heat is the most painful thing ever. Your body burns, your sensitive all over, not to remind you all you can think about is sex. Ugh of course I go through heat when me and Xavier are still trying to get to know each other and fix things.

“We can’t have sex if you’re sick. If you’re sick you need rest.” “You’re touch makes it feel better.” My voice doesn’t even feel like my own. “It makes the hotness less.” Realisation seems to dawn on Aidan. “You’re on heat!” “In what?” I whimper when his hands leave me again but this time I notice he’s taking his shirt off. “In heat.” He repeats. He then offers his hand, which a take, and pulls me into his chest. I moan at the sparks shooting across my bare skin on his.” “Better?” He looks down at me.

His tongue circled her clit, teasing her with the lightest of touches and then he sucked ferociously so that she wailed, her hips arching. “She likes that,” Heath commented. Aislen’s hand left Rhett’s back and gripped into Cameron’s russet curls, holding him to her as she ground herself into him. She barely noticed the flash of the camera as Heath took another shot. “That one’s just for me,” he said with satisfaction. “F-king hot.”

Hot... It was so hot... Rayan's heat had started that Sunday. It was now Tuesday, and even though it should be the last day, but it didn't make it any easier. Everything was too warm. The whirring of his room's ventilation system provided an odd background noise as it fought to keep the accumulating pheromones in check. His ass was sore and slimy. His member throbbed uncomfortably in time with his heartbeat. He wanted something inside him... He needed something inside him... He needed Scott inside him...