Intimate Sex Stories Novels & Stories

“Y'all hung out a couple of times back then when you still came to the grids constantly.” “Y-yeah,” she murmured, eyes and mind distant. They hadn't just hung out. She'd had sex with him as well.. Explosive, mind-numbing sex. The kind she'd never had before. She remembered everything. The moans, the groans, the pleas, and she also remembered how he'd whisper her name, over and over. She had unravelled for him—completely, recklessly, shamelessly. Had indulged in the kind of intimacy that didn’t just mark skin. It carved into bone.

Letting them be open and empowered by their sexuality, rather than ashamed of kinky shit that vanilla lovers can’t accept. Rourke’s holding me, rather than the bright-eyed beauty connecting us in her satin sleeve. The intensity of the kiss, making me wonder if we’ll go there. The feeling is…. Intimate..... Our tongues clash in one of the most heated make out sessions I ever remember having. Gods, it shouldn’t be possible, and still here she is, with her cum leaking down my sac like a faucet, whining for us to go harder. We’re already making smacking sounds, broaching the pace of fiend packing newports in a nic fit, but she’s greedy, and I love it.

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

Horny Intern 10 The weekend after the gala dragged in a mix of bliss and that nagging jealousy. Saturday, Mr. Voss texted me to come over to his penthouse. I showed up in a short dress, no underwear, collar snug under a scarf. He fucked me on the kitchen counter—rough thrusts from behind, his hand around my throat over the engraving. "Mine," he growled with each slam, the piercing dragging inside me until I came twice, screaming. He filled me deep, cum dripping down my legs as he held me. We showered together after, his fingers gentle on my skin. But in bed that night, curled against his tattooed chest, I whispered, "Those other interns... did you collar them too?"

The night became a true marathon of stress-relief and reconnection. Slow, sensual grinding on the couch while they watched the news coverage, his cock buried deep inside her as he whispered that none of it mattered. Rough, angry sex against the glass windows again — her breasts pressed to the cool surface while he took her from behind, the city lights and distant camera flashes below adding a dangerous edge. Intimate lotus position on the bed, where the roughness gave way to deeper emotional connection, his hands gentle on her face as he thrust slowly and told her she was worth every scandal.

The stretch is sudden and perfect. I grip the table edge, pretending to listen to Richard’s story about his latest investment. Marcus pumps slowly, curling his finger against my front wall while his thumb grinds my clit. My juices coat his hand. I can hear the faint wet sounds if I listen closely, and the fear of getting caught makes everything ten times more intense. If they catch us… Richard will divorce me. I’ll lose everything. But fuck — why does that make me wetter?

Brook's pussy was dripping all over her searching fingers as she watched and listened to everything. "C'mon, Daddy," Janice cooed. "Tell me what you did to our baby girl. She deserves to be loved, too. Besides, if you tell me, I'll let you in on something I never told anyone." Brook's mind was spinning like mad as she waited to see how her parents' sex talk was going to go. She pulled harder on her nipples while she pushed a finger up inside her creaming pussy hole and watched her mother slide down just a couple of inches, making her father moan. Then, she practically held her breath with her finger sliding in and out of her slit while her father told Janice everything about what happened: t

☆ Explicit bodily fluids and functions: Large volumes of cum, multiple creampies, cum inflation, dripping, leaking, spitting, snowballing, rimming, golden showers (watersports), scat play (in some stories), menstruation sex, lactation, squirting in abundance, and every possible combination of bodily fluids. ☆ Diverse and intense character dynamics: Extremely detailed descriptions of bodies (huge breasts, massive cocks, exaggerated proportions, hyper-sexualized features), interracial sex, same-sex encounters, bisexual/polysexual activity, trans characters, and multi-partner scenes with no limits on number or configuration. ☆ Potential emotional and psychological triggers: Intense emotional ma

I downed my drink and continued, “sex is objective. I’ve had incredible sex with people I’ve hated- and shitty sex from really nice girls...” Brody’s hands were intertwined as she leaned closer, interested. I could have described how Vasha made my toes curl when she ate me out with a passion I’d never known, or about the electric feeling I got with her nails dragging down my back...digging as they descended. There were the soft moans she made- the control, the submission. How cute it was when we tickled each other only to find one of our cunts in the other’s mouth...how I first tasted the decadent sweetness you could only find out of a honey jar, and soon after heard Vasha’s screams once she

The way he'd slip his fingers inside of me, one after the other, giving me a fraction of what was to come. Tasting my tongue before tasting my lips, giving him the same suggestive affection in return by letting him use my throat. Bending me over the very surface of his desk and lifting my skirt before ridding himself of his own clothes and… Ding, new idea. "Sex stories," I spouted, pushing myself up from the relaxed position and straightening my clothes. "That's what I want this new exhibit to focus on.” "Do tell," Nancy sat intrigued, one end of her mouth tugging upward.