Kisah Selingkuh Dewasa Novels & Stories

She no longer saw this place as a workplace; she turned Max's chair and sat on his lap, hugging him. Max embraced Pearl in return, his hand squeezing her round and firm buttocks, causing her to moan sensually, "A... hmmmm... you're so naughty, Max..." Pearl unbuttoned Max's shirt one by one, pressing against his neck and kissing his lips softly, like the gentle touch of a butterfly. Max couldn't resist this seduction; he grabbed Pearl's hair and kissed her passionately, like a hungry beast. The two shared passionate kisses, their lips connected by a thread of desire. It was an incredibly sensual and seductive scene.

Hoping he'd be able to make me horny. For once. "You said you want us to make this work. Why are you not tearing off my pants?" He whispered. He tried slipping his hand into my shorts but I held his hand. "I... I am on vagina suppository. I took this uhhh ... Herbal tea for body slimming and it messed with my pH balance." I lied skillfully. "Oh." He jumped out of the bed without a second thought. So much for wanting me badly. Forcing a smile and a 'sorry', I sat up.

“I can hear you thinking. Relax. Everything’s fine. No one is going to find out.” Maybe she’s right. There may be some feelings on both sides, but we both know it can’t go further than a physical relationship. So, it’s just sex. Great sex with a woman I’ve known since she was thirteen who is now twenty-one and fucking sexy as hell and takes my dick better than anyone ever has. Lucas won’t find out and one day we won’t be doing this and we will have gotten away with it and everything will be fine. “Do you want to have sex again?” Her words cut through my thoughts and when my dick hardens beneath her, she giggles. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

My tits jiggling with every movement. He gripped my hips, guiding me and thrusting up to meet my rhythm. The wooden wall creaked around us. His cassock was bunched around his waist and my dress was bunched around my neck too. We were completely exposed in the middle of the church. He reached between us and rubbed my clit furiously. “Come on me again,” he growled. “Let God and the saints hear how much you love sinning on my cock.” I shattered for the third time, my pussy convulsing around him. Father Elias groaned loudly, buried as deeply as possible, and came with a guttural sound.

Marisa was trying to get back into the dating scene, but they were both hopelessly picky. In the meantime, our sex was now ending up in cuddling sessions, long talks and lots of kissing and sensitive actions. Often during our home 'workouts' I'd find myself in the missionary position, relaxed, screwing away almost like old married couples, and discussing our days and goals, and even dreams.

As I moved towards the master bedroom, I could hear the sounds of pleasure and ecstasy slipping through the gap of the door. Looking thrоugh the little gap by the dооr, I saw my fiancée on all fours with her ass in the air, getting fucked dоggiе style bу Ellen, who had on a strap-on dildo. Selena's hands were tied and hooked up to the poles by the head of the bed. Mу fiancee has a small fetish about being tired and rendered immobile or rеѕtrаinеd. Once ѕhе iѕ, she's willing to go along with anything you want. She really gets turned on by it.

Awaiting the arrival of my husband, Phil, I sat in the living room in my robe and his favorite red and black lace baby doll. Flipping through the channels, I heard a car door shut. Excitement rushed through my body as the desire for him grew with every second it took him to reach the house. After 3 long months of not seeing Phil, I was ready for one wild night. One that he would not forget for a long time. Hearing the lock turn, I began to move more anxiously in my seat. When the door opened, I could not take the wait any longer. Jumping from my seat, I ran to the front door and jumped in Phil's arms just as he dropped his bags. Wrapping his arms around my face, he kissed me with intense pas

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

I am Lily, a writer of the darkest, most forbidden desires. By day—or rather, in the quiet hours when the world fades—I craft tales that twist pleasure with primal fear, where innocence shatters under the weight of monstrous hunger. My fingers have never known a lover’s touch. I remain untouched, a virgin whose body stays sealed away while my mind roams the shadows of lust. Every story I pen is an escape, a secret indulgence. The words I spill onto the page are my only release.

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”