Interical Sex Stories Novels & Stories

She thought for a moment, then looked at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Never have I ever… wanted to kiss my best friend.” The air between us suddenly felt charged. I held her gaze as I lifted the bottle and took a slow drink. Her cheeks flushed, but she did not look away. The game had crossed a line, and neither of us seemed interested in going back. We kept playing. The questions grew more intimate. “Never have I ever… tasted myself after masturbating,” I said. Emily drank. “Never have I ever… fantasized about being watched while I cum,” she countered.

She wouldn't give me the sex styles I want, always complaining that she's tired, and she doesn't last, always cummin too quickly, when I'm not even half satisfied yet. ‎The day I saw my girlfriend's mom masturbating, I had gone over to her place to see Juliet. Juliet's room is located at the end of the hallway, while her mom's room is the first one in the hallway. ‎I was passing the hallway to go see Juliet in her room when I heard the quiet moans and grunts coming from her mom's cracked door. I couldn't stop myself from peeking inside the room a little. That was when I saw her, spread naked on her bed with one hand pinching her tit, while the other was thrusting the dildo in and out of her

th her fееt роіntеd аbоvе mу hеаd and hеr lеgѕ on mу ѕhоuldеrѕ, I wаѕ able to реnеtrаtе even dеереr thаn bеfоrе. Holding hеr thighs against my сhеѕt, I repeatedly thrust аѕ hard аnd dеер аѕ I соuld. Mаrіа rеѕроndеd bу ѕсrеаmіng аnd сummіng harder. I finally came in earth ѕhаttеrіng wаvеѕ. My еntіrе bоdу convulsed as I injected my hоt semen dеер іntо Mаrіа'ѕ рuѕѕу. I had nеvеr felt ѕuсh an іntеnѕе orgasm, аnd I think thаt I mау hаvе blасkеd оut fоr a fеw seconds. Wе bоth rоdе a tіdаl wаvе of сlіmаx fоr what ѕееmеd lіkе forever. Our love juices mіxеd аnd overflowed оut оf Mаrіа. Finally, I rеlеаѕеd Maria's legs аnd collapsed оntо hеr chest, spent.

Sasha lowered her pussy onto Abegail’s waiting mouth. Abegail’s world narrowed to sensations. The weight of Sasha on her face, the taste of her on her tongue. The relentless, pounding drive of Kael’s cock splitting her open, hitting a spot deep inside that made her see stars. The slap of Leo’s balls against her chin. She was a vessel for their pleasure, and in turn, her own pleasure spiraled higher, coiling tighter than before.

Sex isn’t like anything except itself. At the time, it is most like bodies and least like bodies. And afterward it falls back to lie in our memories, mad ghosts of lust rising up to consciousness on the train, at our desks, in our dreams.

Elena lay sprawled on the worn leather couch, her body a slick, trembling mess of sweat and cum, sandwiched between Jax and Rico. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, the afterglow of her orgasms still pulsing through her veins like electric currents. Jax's cum dried in sticky trails across her tits, while Rico's load leaked slowly from her pussy, a warm trickle that made her thighs quiver every time she shifted.

Except her. So out it came. The story of Peter and me. The story of a capable successful woman acting like a sex-enslaved bimbo over a man who was divine in bed but a selfish, ten-timing monster everywhere else ... Once I’d started, I couldn't stop. Amongst the sobs and hiccups, I blurted out things I’d never told anybody. How if Peter smiled that filmstar smile of his 1 was putty. How he’d make me beg for more of his perfect Joy of Sex fucking. How he’d make me climax in a way so expert I half expected a judge to pop up and give marks for technical merit. And how afterwards — while my body still sizzled — I'd wish I hadn't been so ‘easy’...

Her tongue danced just on the edge of his cock and from time to time, she deep-throated him. Irene raised her eyes to watch him as a moan ripped from his throat and his eyes flutter close. For her, sex had faded into being about power, and right now she had power over him. Over Angel. Mysterious, I-don't-know-his-job-but-maybe-he's-an-assassin-so-my-curiosity-won't-push-me-too-far-to-know- Angel. Angel of the I-bet-he-knows-all-the-martial-arts-in-the-world-and-I-know-he's-a-close-friend-of-Gabe-but-he-lowkey-terrifies-me.

Thank god. When I glanced back at the laptop again, I noticed that I could see the edge of a folder window behind the document. Clicking on it, I found myself staring at a large number of files. The folder was called "UNPUBLISHED WORKS". Quietly scrolling through the various files, I decided to pick another document randomly and see what it was like. Sure enough, it was another erotica story. After just a few paragraphs, I deduced that it was a story about a new intern being hired in at a company, and the owner's son entering into a "forbidden" fling with her. Unable to resist, I quickly scrolled through the pages, looking for another sex scene.

My inner muscles were spasming, trying to hold onto him as he pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in, the sound of our bodies meeting echoing in the quiet room. I felt the climax coming, a massive, body-numbing explosion. My muscles tensed, my pussy milking his cock in tight, frantic pulses as I came, my screams muffled by his mouth as he kissed me, drinking in my release. Richard let out a raw, jagged roar, his own body shuddering as he emptied himself deep inside me, his hot cum filling me to the brim. He gave one final, violent thrust before collapsing against me, his chest heaving.