Romans & histoires Incest Sex Letters

“I… I get wet all the time. Thinking about someone I shouldn’t. It throbs and I can’t stop touching myself. I fantasize about… being controlled. Held down and used.” The air in the room grew thick. Sean didn’t move away. Instead, his eyes darkened, pupils expanding as he studied her flushed face and the way her chest rose and fell rapidly. “You’re twenty now,” he murmured, voice dropping. “An adult. And you’re telling your family doctor that you’ve been lusting after him?” Amila’s breath hitched. She nodded, too aroused to lie. “Yes. For a long time, Dr. Sean. I want you. I want you to… dominate me. Please.”

enough to make you drip? “Let’s take this off,” he said, pulling down the zip of my dress. A cold breeze kissed my liberated back, transporting me again to that night. My roommate was on her knees, a man’s erection was in her mouth while her hand played with another man’s…… And kneeling before her was another man whose mouth was feasting on her bosom whilst his hands stroked his erection. “Oh my God!!!!” I screamed, my things tumbling to the floor. Their heads turned to my direction yet neither of them stopped their disgraceful engagements except my roommate whose mouth made a pop sound as she pulled away from the man’s erection.

It drowned out the smell of the sex for a second, but I could still feel the sticky warmth of his cum sliding down the insides of my thighs, trickling toward my knees in thick, white streaks that stained the expensive rug. I stood up on shaky legs, my balance uneven. I gathered the tatters of my ruined robe, clutching the torn silk to my chest like a shield. I slipped out of the room, looking both ways down the hallway. I padded down the corridor barefoot, every step a reminder of the mess between my legs, the wetness of his release soaking into the hem of the white shirt as I hurried back to the safety of my own bed, feeling the weight of the secret I was now carrying between my thighs. I r

Then he started undoing the buttons on my skirt still kissing and caressing me while he undressed me. I caught up in the passion and a little dazed, suddenly i realised Lucas was now on top of me. I don't know what came over me, a flashback invaded my hazy mind. A memory of my uncle lying over in a similar manner, only his face was twisted into a malicious smile. His eyes filled with cruel intention as he roughly forced himself on me after smacking me around. I tied to blank out the memory but as i felt Luca's weight on top of me about to kiss me again, all i could vision was the hurt, pain and the humiliation. I suddenly push wildly at Lucas chest and struggle to get away letting out a loud

CONTENT: Breast, big booty, milking, sucking, fingering,cum,deep cumin,cheating. CHAPTER 1 Santos had a girlfriend that he used to fuck regularly. Marcia was really in love with Santos’ huge cock. It was ten inches long and the head was four inches wide. They usually fucked in the afternoon at her place since her father was often on a business trip and her mother was working. One day after school, Santos was at home watching television. His parents were still at work until evening and Marcia was spending the entire week at a camp with some of her classmates.

“Honey you and I know you’ve had it bad for the past year. And trust me, your emotions flying around is pent up frustration due to lack of sex! You really need to get your back blown out like he said.” “God.. Lisa!” “And dear Nathan! Bless him. He is such an understanding and good man. He loves you and cares about your well-being. I have never seen any man that considerate. He wants you to do it Rene.. He wants you to get over this” “Lisa…” “And please Rene don’t pretend you weren't just fingering yourself last night with p**n sounds all over your room” My eyes widened. “Lisa!” I almost screamed, embarrassed. “You.. You heard?”

They were all the stuff of his highly developed fantasies, leaving her body dec cheap whore. Smoothing the sheer, white stockings up over her legs, satisfying herself that they were wrinkle free, Clare picked the letter out of the box. As usual it was a single sheet of heavy cream vellum, with deckle-edges, folded in half. She spread the paper out. It was covered in neat, italic script. There were no mistakes, no deletions, no insertions. She knew that David had worked on it for a couple of days, before copying it out like some ancient illuminator of biblical texts. It was a script — her script - the distilled essence of his latest sexual imaginings. He would never have dared to ask her, fac

this is harassment I’m already hard. I type back: 7 p.m. Door unlocked. Red sheet on the bed. Wear the skirt that barely covers your ass. I’m done pretending I want anyone else. The rest of the day is torture. Meetings blur. Numbers swim. All I can think about is the way she tastes when she’s bleeding, the way she says my name like a prayer and a curse. At 6:47 I’m home, shirt half-unbuttoned, coconut rice warming on the stove, red sheet back on the bed like a confession. I kept it after that night (couldn’t bring myself to wash her out of it).

But I reeled it right back in with the next question I popped off, "And how long have been writing stories about... incest?" He closed his eyes, and I watched his neck bulge as he swallowed several more times. When he finally answered, he spoke quietly, "Six years." Oh. So he started writing incest p**n from the get go. I absently wondered if his first erotica story had been on that subject. I'd be lying if I said this conversation wasn't erotic as hell to me. Feeling inspired, I asked, "What made you start?"

Trash. I swam all night and day. Thought I'd die. But I crawled out, freezing, shaking—and still clutching the necklace. Tight enough it sliced my palm. I didn't care. Back at the pack, the whispers hit like bullets. "The Alpha's gone nuts for her. Never chased an Omega like this." "Didn't even act like that with Luna Mary." I couldn't stop shaking. Felt like someone stabbed me clean through. Of course. Back then? He wrote me ninety-nine love letters. Ninety-nine proposals. Ninety-nine fights just to win me.