Hot Sexting Stories Novels & Stories

"Remember when he got shot? Well, that whole day we were together and he kept on teasing me. But that was it, just a tease. So I decided to get myself a date and obviously he ruined it and that was when I seek you out and we went to players. And the guys get us back home. Oh... and he kissed me, he's a damn good kisser. Then there were bad guys, shots, and I almost drowned in the pool. But the point was, I had the hottest masturbation session via video chat...." I paused to drink my wine, Megan was looking at me with her mouth open gasping but not saying anything, obviously waiting in suspense. Did I tell you that I'm a very good storyteller? Well...I always think I am, usually up until Mega

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 have always been able to trust Sammy. But how can I tell Sammy about how I am changing? How my interest in sex is pushing me beyond the normal limits that people have; how my Onlyfans account was veering further and further away from hers, which is strictly suggestive bathing suit pictures; how, when I masturbate now, which is currently about three times a day, all I can picture is my stepfather's face... my stepfather staring at me, his eyes glazing over with lust, as he cums? A wave of sadness washes over me. My stepfather, whom I love, and who now can't look at me because of the way I've been acting. The things I've done.

I literally felt so fulfilled. After a moment, Aunt was laying her back against the headboard; I was laying my back against her while her husband, still on the floor, on his feet, rubbing his cock, putting lube on it. I imagined he didn't like struggling. It was in this moment, when my aunt was kissing my back, holding me in place, almost as if I were about to run or something, that she was whispering in my ears that I should take her husband's cock in my wet teen pussy, did I believe that taboo sex was really happening in this world, not just staged in p**n.

My mouth watered. The sexting went on for hours. We described every dirty thing we wanted to do to each other..him bending me over his bed, me riding him while he sucked on my tits, him making me cum on his tongue before fucking me senseless. I cummed twice just from his words and my own fingers, whispering his name into my pillow. He told me he stroked himself to my picture, imagining it was my tight pussy instead of his hand. By 5:30 a.m., we were both exhausted but satisfied.

Another message popped up underneath. You went hard on your clit last night, sour? I bit my bottom lip between my teeth to keep from groaning. I felt good, it had been sensitive but slippery wet as I rubbed myself to a second orgasm. My God, was this sexting? I’ve never sexted before, I’d never dated someone long enough to get to the sexting stage. And I deleted all those F******k messages from fake account as soon with immediate effect. Me: I feel good. I hit send then immediately felt ridiculous, that has got to be the lamest reply in the universe.

I reached out, my hand trembling as I attempted to snatch my phone back. “Aurora, stop! Give me back my phone!” I pleaded, my voice laced with mortification. I didn’t even care that she was reading the messages out. What I was most bothered about was her seeing something— anything that would implicate me. Anything that could point to the fact that I was sexting Damien Hunter. But Aurora persisted, seemingly oblivious to my distress. “Oh, I like this one,” she mused, getting ready to read another text out. “I want to ravage every fucking inch of your body, to make you scream my name until you can’t take it anymore.” she continued, her eyes widening as she read every word.

Stella, who had made her way over to my seat, asked in a whisper. "It's him," I replied. My eyes were still on the door Xavier had walked out of. "Damn he's hotter up close," She murmured. "But you know it can't happen right?" I frowned, turning to look at her. "You encouraged me to sext with him." She shrugged. "I didn't know he was going to show up here as our substitute professor. That's crazy." It was. And she was right. This thing with Xavier cannot happen. It should not happen.

In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there. Of course she didn't. Maureen could still refrain from acting like a bitch in front of a man who didn't know much about her. "It's not the scene you need to highlight, but the story pattern they use," Ben explained, "Almost all local eroticism stories have similar bed scenes." Maybe it's the similar reading material. Sometimes there are advertisements for fictional stories that can be read online if you use a free mobile app, and most of them have the same crotch story.