Jamaican Sex Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Welcome to the supernatural soap opera. “And you might find your mate while you’re there,” Jai teases. “I’ve heard the sex is amazing—and I know you haven’t gotten any since Micah and I have been with the only two chicks in this group. Unless you’ve been sneaking after Kamama for a little demi-goddess tail.” “Fuck off,” I mutter, swatting him away. “Not everyone has to keep his dick wet 24/7. Some of us have self-control.”

Stranded, no rules? Thea laughed, sipping her water. “Wild. You gotta get creative to survive.” Jon raised an eyebrow, sitting beside her. “Creative, huh? Sounds like a story.” Adam grinned. “Let’s just say we kept each other… entertained.” Nate chuckled. “Oh, I bet. Spill it.” Thea leaned back, a familiar sparkle in her eyes. “What happens on a deserted island stays on the island, right?” Jon’s gaze darkened, intrigued. “Not always. I’m into stories like that. Ever try an orgy? Threesomes, foursomes… gets the blood pumping.”

Dominique, you know it took me a while to get over the episode in Bimini and included counselling and therapy. "Marsha my upbringing in the inner city taught men to ‘waist’ it instead of facing their challenges. You want me to learn to explore within the confines of our bedroom, but somehow you have been careful not to allow too much latitude as deep down you still believe that men could not be controlled once the gates were opened. In therapy you have gotten me to write out the things I would want to try in our sex life, and I indicated a threesome; marijuana and edible under wear.

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’...

“Okay, fine. He had me bent over the couch in the open area for half the night. Fucked me so deep and slow at first, then got rough when I told him to, he pulled my hair, choked me just enough, made me squirt all over the floor while people watched. Then he flipped me and made me ride him until my legs gave out. I think I left claw marks on his back. Worth it.” I laughed, the sound bubbling up light and free. “Look at us…three walking disasters who finally got properly dicked down. My ex could barely last thirty seconds and here we are, limping like we ran a marathon on dick. I’m never going back to quick, boring sex again. From now on, it’s rough, tied-up, make-me-scream-or-don’t-bother sex

I heard his belt buckle, the condom wrapper tearing, then the thick head of his cock nudged against my entrance. “Still think you’re such a good girl?” he taunted, rubbing his length along my slick folds without pushing in. “Or are you just a secret slut who gets off on library cock?” I pushed back against him, needy and shameless. “Just fuck me already.” He thrust in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. I cried out at the sudden stretch, the fullness almost too much. Jax clapped a hand over my mouth, chuckling darkly. “Quiet, baby. Unless you want us both expelled while I’m balls-deep inside you.”

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“Jonah— fuck— the eggs—” He turned off the stove. Bent her over the counter. Pushed inside her again from behind. Slow, deep thrusts this time. “Want you to come while you’re making breakfast for me,” he whispered against her ear. “My good girl.” She moaned, pushing back against him. “Baby— you feel so good— I’m yours— fuck—” He reached around and rubbed her clit. She came again, trembling, eggs forgotten on the stove. He pulled out, turned her around, and dropped to his knees. Ate her through the aftershocks, making her come one more time on his tongue.

and underneath that, NOTHING. He could easily have unbuttoned the four big white buttons. No, he made a point of ripping off the buttons, one by one. He tore the robe off me. With his superstrength, it was incredibly easy for him to push me to my knees, which he did. He ordered me to close eyes and open mouth. I had to obey him, he was now my master. As I expected, the huge uncut head of his cock was stuffed into my mouth. To be honest, I had never 'given head' I think is the slang word. But, it didn't take much talent to do this. I began to honor him in that way. He was as pent-up with built-up passion as I was, so it didn't take him long to get close. That wonderful tool of his expanded o