Intimacy Stories Novels & Stories

I leaned my head onto her shoulder. “You are clearly very special or you wouldn’t be here. I’m not trying to make you feel bad about it, or especially about not wanting to be a mother. That’s certainly for every woman to decide herself. But don’t fight them on mating, it will only change your life for the better. Open doors to your heart that have been locked up and forgotten. Trust me I never knew it could be so good, so intimate and intense. In fact I don’t think I ever really knew intimacy before I met my man. It’s not just the sex which I’m sure will be mind blowing. It’s the connection, the closeness, the person that knows all your secrets,” she said, giving my back a little rub. There

"It's nothing like that. And I don't care what people say about him. That's why when I got a chance, I jumped in. You're right, I'm after him. Once I get him, I will just leave. You know, I can't stay with one for long. You can say it from my long list of boyfriends." A laugh left my mouth. And Em's eyes closely watching me said that she saw the emptiness of it. I looked away. Yes, I couldn't stay with one for long. Because all they wanted was sex. I wanted it too, but they couldn't affect me enough for me to give in. I tried my best. But I couldn't. My fear didn't let me. Fear of intimacy. Shadows of the past… No one could make me forget enough for me to let go.

1. LISA I’m Nineteen years old, and my parents still believe I’m their innocent church girl who wouldn’t dare break a single rule. They have no idea how wrong they are. I’ve spent my entire life trapped in that house, watched like a prisoner. The moment their car leaves the driveway, I slip out, find girls who want the same thing I do, and let them devour my pussy in the back seat of cars or rundown motel rooms where no one asks questions. I’ve perfected the art of playing the perfect daughter while my body stays constantly hungry, cunt wet and aching for release.

just raw need, his hardness grinding slow circles over the soft flesh, the situation's fault: the enclosed space forcing contact, the night erasing boundaries. My hand gripped the sink edge, nails digging porcelain, as intimacy built, his free hand sliding up my side, thumb brushing the underside of my breast through the tank. "Jax... stop," I whispered, but it came breathy, body leaning back into the rub, clit throbbing from the indirect tease. He hissed, the motion quickening, cock throbbing against me, pre-cum likely soaking his shorts. Mia's brother, drunk in my bathroom, made it hotter, tension coiling tight like a spring.

He buried himself to the hilt, groaning low as he filled the condom in heavy spurts, hips grinding through the aftershocks. They stayed connected for a long minute, breathing hard. Dominic pulled out carefully, disposed of the condom, and cleaned them both with a warm cloth from the bathroom. When he returned, Kyle pulled him down onto the bed, curling into his side despite Dominic’s initial stiffness. “That was… intense,” Kyle murmured, tracing patterns on Dominic’s chest. “I’ve never felt anything like this with anyone else. Never stopped wanting you.” Dominic stared at the ceiling, one arm around Kyle’s shoulders almost against his will. The sex was revenge and reconnection all at once, b

Jax thrust deep a few more times, then pulled out, stroking himself fast until he came hot across her ass and lower back, marking her. They both collapsed, panting, but Jax rolled her over gently, sliding back between her legs. This time, he entered her slowly, face-to-face, their bodies pressed close. His thrusts were deep and unhurried, rolling his hips to grind against her clit. He kept eye contact the whole time, blue eyes burning into hers, making it intimate, almost overwhelming. “Tell me you’re not going back to that convent,” he said, his voice husky, thrusting slow and steady.

We kept grinding through our orgasms, our pussies pulsing and leaking all over each other until we were both a trembling, soaked mess. Vesper finally collapsed on top of me, both of us breathing hard, our bodies sticky with sweat and cum. “Oh my gosh… I’d love to do this again!” I whispered as I tried to recover from my orgasm. All I heard was a deep chuckle from her before she spoke: “You’ll be so fucking addicted.” Three months later… I lay naked on my bed, my head resting on Vesper’s chest while her fingers gently played with my hair. It was crazy how much my life had changed.

The orgasm hits me hard. Harder than I have ever experienced. That spontaneous session was even more fun than all the meticulously planned sessions that sometimes feel like an act. This was real. Passionate. Raw. It was a communication where no words were said, but we all understood each other.

His fingers on my clit, his cock destroying me, the risk of the rescuers hearing everything, it was too much. “Jax…I’m gonna…” I whimpered. “Come. Now.” I exploded. My pussy gushed hard around his cock, squirting all over his balls and the bathroom floor as I shook violently. I screamed into his hand, eyes rolling back from the intensity. “Fuck yes,” he groaned, slamming in deep one last time and filling me with another load of cum. He stayed buried inside me for a few seconds, breathing hard against my neck. He pulled out quickly, spun me around, and kissed me possessively. “Clean yourself up fast.”

I, tоо, stuсk deep inside her, stоpped mоving. Gentle, massaging соntraсtiоns deep inside her vagina, her wheezing breath, her bоiling blооd, all the strength оf her yоung life was nоw соmmuniсated tо my lоve affair, intimately fused with her pulsating flesh. This uniоn was perfeсt and appeared final.