Intimacy Stories Novels & Stories

A story where the smut wasn’t just for spice, but for depth, for the kind of intimacy that tells you two people aren’t just in love… they belong to each other. 💍 Thank you for riding with them to the very end. This book is now COMPLETED. But their love? That will always live on. With all my heart, Thank you. O.J🖤

“I do not have money now but I promise that I would make you feel good. And maybe you spent a lot of time with me because you love me.” “Already? I have not even seen the size of your dick.” “It might not be a nine inches like you expect but it sure would fit in that tight pussy of yours.”. “And even if it does not fit, I am always open to three homes and even four somes. The more the merrier. With that last text, she logged off with no good nights or sweet texts. I wanted to be the one saying those but we were not all that familiar. There was no one really active anymore on the site so I spent all night read sex stories and watching erotica videos to add to my knowledge and be able to have

It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied. Sliding my ankle length skirt to my hips, I could clearly see my burgundy lace panties were soaked through from my earlier encounter with those nitwits. Clit so puffy it pushed against the lace fabric. Mark, my boyfriend, probably had dinner ready,wondering why I was always back home so late. I opened the book to the last page I stopped. The female lead was on her knees, mouth stretched around a steely black pipe while the second guy fingered her open with four fingers, preparing her for double penetration

, and she smiled and pulled me in for a kiss. (---I don't really know how to convey this in a way that works for an erotic story, but if you've had one of these weird, incredibly intimate moments with a someone you've never slept with during sex, you'll know what I'm saying here, and why this really threw me threw a loop--)

Chapter Three – Retreat’s Rapture The Sapphire Retreat darkened as night fell, the stars reflecting on the waves, the cabana’s sapphire curtains billowing in the coastal breeze, the air thick with the musk of our passion. My body was a map of their desire—bruises on my hips and thighs, bite marks on my chest, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger within me raged, a primal need fueled by Marcus and Liam’s unrelenting dominance. The two men loomed over me, their breaths heavy, cocks hard again, eyes locked on mine with a fierce devotion, ready to culminate the retreat in a rapture of flesh and spirit. The isolation thrummed with the energy of our shared taboo, their partnership a sacred

My legs is apart and for sure if there is someone outside our neighbor’s balcony, they could see what we were doing. He locked my neck so hard and kissed my lips as he thrust in a fast pace. And just like I got my release, he has also released his semen all inside of my wetness. We were breathing heavily as we ended our sex. “You’re so hot. Damn you, slut.” I chuckled then noticed something from the other house. Oh. Someone’s watching us. Keep watching bro. I faced Daniel then kissed his lips. He immediately responded and carried me. “I feel so full with your cum, sir.”

A home full of questions I didn’t want to answer. “No,” I whispered instead. He lined himself up, nudging his cock against me, but paused. He was always like this in the morning, less about the chase and more about the connection. That scared me more than anything. I wrapped my legs around him. “Don’t stop.” He slid into me slowly, inch by inch. My breath hitched. He wasn’t using a condom. Not anymore. We’d stopped using condoms weeks ago. That, too, felt like a line we shouldn’t have crossed.

The fact is I had to take my chance and tell him. So I explained everything to him. I told him what my marriage was like, and what I was craving during that time. I told him about finally realizing that I was a submissive, and I wanted to find someone to give myself to. I told him EVERYTHING. We sat in silence for a few minutes. I went to stand up, and walk away because I felt so much shame in having this desire. He grabbed my arm, and pulled me right next to him so our bodies were touching. "Sami, listen to me. I've been in the lifestyle for 25 years. I understand your need to submit. I get it. I need to dominate as well. I have known you for many years. The stories your

Let herself be loud enough to be believable but quiet enough to not disturb her son. Let herself be human and messy and complicated rather than the carefully controlled version of herself she usually maintained. They moved together with urgent intensity, Dante pressing into her with controlled force, Ravyn meeting each thrust with equal desperation. The water continued streaming around them, muffling sounds, providing cover, washing away evidence while they created more. It was fast and rough and exactly what they both needed—release from tension, affirmation of connection, physical intimacy that existed separate from all their complicated cover stories and secrets.

Every lick, every suck, every thrust of his tongue brought us closer and closer to the edge. It felt filthy and beautifully intimate all at once — the ultimate act of giving and taking, completely lost in each other.