Jasminx Sex Novels & Stories

I explode. My cunt clenches hard around Jax’s cock, waves of pleasure ripping through me, squirting down my thighs, soaking the bed. They don’t stop. Jax pulls out with a wet sound. Marcus takes his place immediately, stretching me even wider, bottoming out with a groan. Vanessa climbs onto my back, straddling me reverse, spitting directly into my open asshole, working her thumb in slow circles, then pushing inside. Riley finally cums on my tongue—

They've been married for eight years, and lately, their sex life has become predictable, comfortable, but missing something. Jasmine is thirty-two, with the kind of body that turns heads.....curves in all the right places, skin that's smooth and unblemished, a confidence that comes from knowing exactly how good she looks. She's wearing a white bikini that contrasts beautifully against her skin, and when she tells Marcus she's going to stretch and relax, he barely registers it. "I'm going to work on my flexibility," Jasmine says. "I'll be just down the beach." Marcus nods, already settling into his beach chair with a book. "Take your time. I'll be here."

"Hey, Aaron! Did you know this!?" My friend Jasmine was just released from her schedule today. She is a pornstar too, second to someone I admire. She and I never worked together but since we were from the same university and she was my senior who inspired me into this field, I respect her vastly. Jasmine holds a pamphlet in her hand and swings it on my face. Removing the bands of the camera strings from my hand, I hold onto the pamphlet to read it briefly.

I confess. Fates, what’s wrong with me? I never talk about feelings and now I’m spilling everything? It’s like I’ve been given truth serum or something. “I didn’t know how good it would feel,” I go on. “Sexual healing, baby,” Jasmine says with a satisfied air. I stiffen, images of her doing this with countless others running through my head. She’s a free-loving, free-spirited soul born a little too late to join the hippie movement of the sixties.

“All those pretty noises while your twin is out partying, completely unaware her boyfriend is buried balls-deep in her sister’s dripping heat.” The filthy reminder sent a fresh wave of shame-laced pleasure crashing over me. My walls tightened around his invading length, rippling with building pressure. Jax leaned down, capturing a nipple between his teeth and tugging gently while his hips snapped forward harder and faster. “Don’t hold back,” he commanded, his thumb working me faster. “Let go. Soak me and show me how much you need this secret fucking.”

I’m Aine and I’m thirty two years old. I’m an Irish brunette who has never been any good at settling down or following the usual rules when it comes to what I want in bed. My real weakness has always been BDSM and the darker and more taboo the better. I crave the rush that comes with rough and promiscuous games especially when there are larger groups involved and everyone lets go of their inhibitions and lets the perversions run free. Every weekend I arrange these private gatherings and invite people who want the same kind of release from ordinary life. The build up to these nights is half the fun.

as I put the condom on my cock. " Shut up Royce and just get on the bed" Jasmine climbed the bed and sat on top of my cock, and began to ride on me. God, I want her off me now but I'll just have to think of Iris riding me instead of this bitch, Jasmine. "Fuck me" as she moans. "Can you shut the fuck up?" as I turn her over and began to thrust in and out of her pussy, wanting this to be over as soon as possible. She finally climax as she lets out a moan.

It wasn’t the first time he’d slept with someone other than Samantha or Mari, but this Rosalyn chick, something about her was exciting and terrifying all at once. In some ways, she reminded him of Mari. The way she took control, the way she made him feel dirty that excited him. But if his night with her made Mari look like a nun, it made Samantha look like a virgin. He didn’t know what to think of Jaxson having a membership at that place. The upstairs area, the Aeria, was classy, with seduction as an underlying tone in the decor and atmosphere. He felt sexual desires flare to life just by breathing in the air of the place.

They’re waiting for me. Jax is there, shirtless, muscles flexing under the light. Beside him: the pierced guy from last week, a new broad-shouldered stranger with tattoos snaking up his arms, and the strap-on woman—let’s call her Lena—already harnessed, silicone cock thick and ready. “On the dais, Angela,” Jax commands, voice low and rough. “Hands behind your back.” I climb up, heart slamming, knees weak with want. They circle me like predators—slow, deliberate. Jax binds my wrists with silk—loose enough to struggle if I want, tight enough to remind me who’s in control tonight.

I gulped down hard as I pushed open the door. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 "I'm really sure about this one Damon, she's a striking beauty, unlike any other you'd ever see, she's really sexy too. There's just something about her that you won't be able to resist I'm sure" I stared at her file and the picture of the girl in here was definitely beautiful, gorgeous even. I read her name out loud "Jasmine Scott" Age: 21 Height: 5'4