Insect Sex Stories Novels & Stories

She gasped at the shock, the sheer, filthy decadence of it. Finally, he undid his trousers, his cock springing free, hard and ready. He didn't hesitate. He plunged into her, his cock sliding into her wet, waiting pussy with one long, smooth, deep stroke. She cried out, a sound of pure relief and unadulterated pleasure. He began to fuck her, hard and fast. As he moved, their bodies smeared the paint on the canvas beneath them. They were creating a chaotic, beautiful mess. The sounds of their sex—the wet slap of skin on skin, their ragged moans and grunts—were mixed with the squelching of paint being ground into the canvas.

Together, they formed a circle of seduction, their scents—jasmine, musk, and lust—enveloping me. “Newcomer?” the brunette purred, stepping closer, her hand brushing my arm, sending shivers through me. I nodded, heart racing, my nipples hardening under the silk. “Let’s welcome her,” the blonde teased, guiding me to a plush chaise, the others closing in. The brunette kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring mine, while the redhead lifted my dress, her fingers tracing my thighs, slipping under my panties to rub my clit.

Between sex stories, voyeurism, between cases of betrayal, each one begins, with a swing, with stories of pleasure, tales of passion, involving this company, the multinational Wagner Weber. In which still, the three among their supervisions, among the branches, the cases involving several employees of the companies, the buildings where the passion cases show their countless employees, the sexy secretary, their managers and partners, the passion tales, sex and seduction that surround the centrals. Embark on passion stories in which each tale has its own love affairs, in which each of them has the power of control, amidst the power of pleasure they exert over their lovers, in different moments

” “So tell me how many ladies have you fucked so far, I can see this is not your face time of having sex.” ‘Actually, Aunt, this is my second time fucking a lady, the first was my girlfriend, it's just that I watch a lot of p**n videos, which makes me know more about how to have sex.’ Well, not bad, let's go to the bathroom and take a shower, when we are done, I will get you something to eat. We both made our way to the bathroom. “I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing as my eyes swept down to his nude beautiful form. I couldn't keep my gaze from returning to his crotch. His cock was looking soft and it seemed harmless. But I recalled how it felt inside my cunt and I love it.”

But sometimes, I feel tired and needed a break from this relationship and everything, but his loves kept me going. ‘ I love my boyfriend, but he doesn't satisfy me sexually. He doesn't last and can't get me off.’ I stopped typing on my laptop and smiled in satisfaction staring at the chapter I just wrote. This book would be a secret and no one would know that it is about my relationship, not even Bernie or my chief editor. Writing a story about my love and sex life was the only way to pour in my frustration, happiness, sadness, secret and other things which I can't say publicly because of what people or even Bernie might think of me.

Brianna felt weird about having sex in a house full of werewolves with special hearing, especially with Gran and Gramps sleeping a few bedrooms away. Even a small whimper or moan would be equal to blasting a steamy, erotic audiobook on a loudspeaker. Aiden had mentioned before that sex was natural for the cycle of life and though werewolves could hear what happened behind closed doors, they should just do it anyway, otherwise they’ll both be sexually frustrated for never having the chance.

Heath wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life making sure their story would always be filled with the most perfect love. “Promise me something, my love…” “Anything you want!” “Promise me that you’ll burn that awful book the minute we get home.” “Book?” “Yes, Heath. Book.” A single eyebrow arched high, and Rowena stared at him with a knowing gleam. “‘Healing Sex: The Right Approach to Healing Sexual Trauma’.” He cringed. “If you want… but why?” “Because we don’t need it, my darling. We never did.” Rowena smiled at him wholeheartedly.

I walked towards the door, I must have lost track of time The night covers the cloud as the atmosphere feels calm and cold, he stands still looking back at me, he came closely at me, he locked my lip with his as we kissed passionately, I couldn't resist, have been sex starve for weeks since Nathan left without saying when he'll be back, that wasn't it anyways. He took me up the stairs, as I couldn't wait for a ride on his man size, His masculine body seems adorable as I stare at him. I suddenly put to a stop.

We continued kissing while I stroke his length, playing with its head using my thumb then going to the base and back to the top again. "You are wet," I whispered and sucked on his lower lips. I almost laughed out loud realizing usually guys say that to the girls. "That's my precum," He said looking serious still and kissed me again torridly. He tried to reach out between my legs but I stopped him before he touched me down there. "I have my period, remember?" I wouldn't want him to smell my stinky blood in his hands. You know people's instinct to smell their hand after touching something they already know stinks.

“I can deal with that. Larger as in ‘just a bit bigger’ or as in ‘that is never, ever going to fit inside me’?” A laugh escaped his lips. “Your kind and my kind have shared sex. They didn’t seem to have any problems with that.” “That’s good to know.” “There’s more.” She bit her lip, unsure if she really wanted to know. Some things were best left unsaid but she appreciated him wanting to be totally up front with her. “More than large?” “I just want you to be aware. Some Species swell even larger at the end of sex. I