Kumpulan Cerita Hot Novels & Stories

And so damned hot. She talked about narrative structure and unreliable narrators. I barely heard her. My hand shook as I turned to page 117. When she asked if anyone had an example of a compelling line from erotic literature, I raised my hand. She raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Turner?” I stood and cleared my throat. “He wanted to taste obedience on her tongue.” The class went silent. A couple students chuckled. Someone made a low “damn” sound in the back. She didn’t laugh. She just smiled slowly.

he caressed her chin gently down to her neck, then whispered, "or maybe, me calling you Señorita turns you on." Their conversation seems to be straying. And it's no surprise to Monette. They always do nasty things when they're alone. They only started doing this thing a year ago. Monette couldn't recall how or when she began seeking the warmth of Bernard's body. All she could remember was that he was her first fuck and that she had become addicted to him since then. Naturally, no one knows what is going on between them. It's their dirty little secret.

He had an average job in banking, average build, and an average 5-inch cock that had never quite satisfied her. They'd been married three years, and the fantasy had started as pillow talk. "What if a real man fucked me while you watched?" she'd teased one night after he'd cum too quickly again. It escalated to new fantasies and wishes every njght, but one thing Cindy noticed was thst anytime she talked about her hotwife fantasy Mark's cums freehand like a broken facuet. Cindy kept her fantasy to herself, always masturbating to her lewd thoughts, but never acting on them. She wanted to remain a prim and proper wife to her husband…..keeping their bed undefiled.

Miss Crump: "That was so damn hot; you little bastard. You win, I will tell you. Your dad has been banging that little trollop since he hired her at that outrageous salary. I know because she told her boyfriend, joking about his barely THREE inch private parts. That $10,000? He bought into the swappers' private gold club. He was going to tell your trusting mom that there was another convention and that he'd be gone the weekend. Now, I don't know. About what WE just did, you DID have a vasectomy, I assume. I mean you didn't concern yourself with birth control questions, so I just assumed..." Me: "Actually no; I assumed that YOU had it taken care of, either by pills, implants or, umm, if you w

And I didn't intend to let anyone know that I got myself off by watching other people getting fucked. As usual, my brother has a bunch of the guys over. I stayed in the room all night. By midnight, most of them were gone except for his two closest friends. They crashed in the house often, so I was used to their presence. The only problem was that seeing them got me wet, which was why after I ran into them while getting water in the kitchen, I went to my room, closed the door, and plugged in my headphones. I opened an incognito tab, found the video that best fit my fantasies, and pressed play.

And therein ceased all other outside thought. Harlan and I were new lovers living in a small town and with my old lover flying in from the Bay, it was clear we had to take advantage of this opportunity. It’s not every day that a femme like myself has the chance at such a hot threesome, given the size of our incredibly small queer community. So we had T.J. meet us out at a bar, and though there were few words between them other than the obligatory introductions, I could tell the night was going to smile upon us. The three of us made our way silently and swiftly over to my place where I led them each by the hand into my bedroom. It took no time at all for the ravaging to begin.

WARNING! THIS IS A NON-CONSENSUAL STORY. PLEASE BE WARNED. IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT AVOID THIS PARTICULAR STORY. As I mentioned, I write based on the prompts readers give if it's not too extreme. This doesn't mean the author supports this in real life. Note: There are limits I won't cross when writing these collections, so when you request a certain story, don't cross a certain line. I won't write it. CHAPTER 1 The bar smelled like spilt beer and old cigarettes. A few people were scattered around the tables. It was late August, and most of the town was at the county fair.

or, you know, life. It’s okay that he’s talked incessantly on the drive to the hotel about his new business idea. The one that has no actual plans attached to it and consists of “well, weed is legal now in some states” and “I know some guys.” And it’s okay that even at thirty-eight, he’s still so good-looking that the clerk at the front desk looks like she’s in a bit of a daze from his focused attention. I know the feeling, sister. It’s how he got me pregnant at sixteen.

They laid her on her side and fucked her ass, praising its tight, reluctant grip. The dirty talk was a constant, filthy soundtrack. “Such a good little anal whore for strangers.” “Bet you’ve never had this many dicks in one day, you fucking dorm bunny.” “Suck it clean, get it ready for your pussy again.” “I’m gonna cum so deep in this gangbang cunt, it’ll drip out of you for days.” “Her throat’s so fucking tight, I’m gonna paint her tonsils.”

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real