Lustful Stories Novels & Stories

But his is said with a certain degree of playfulness. I stop for a moment, watching the grown ass man giggle at something so childish that he had done. Is he okay? I swear he acts like he is mental at times. Or maybe he’s perfectly fine. And this is just his attitude— I know him to be manipulative. He plays games on your mind, and will leave you disoriented. I hear of gambling games back in the human world, and I was opportune to sit through a few games, which at the end, got me in trouble with the King of Alkhemi. But what I learned from that, is that Lust is a master of gambling games. He is manipulating you each time he moves. If he was at the games, he would take your money and you would

“That baby has nothing to do with me! That's your baby with your ex-girlfriend, you just don't want to call it what it is!” “Rhea, you're being hysterical…” Patricia started. “Of course I'm being hysterical! My husband secretly had a baby with another woman!” “I didn’t sleep with her. It was a medical procedure. Artificial insemination. I stared at him. “You think that makes it better? You think because you didn't have sex with her, this betrayal is somehow less?”

Or maybe it was the version of me he unlocked. The way we sang and laughed as if we were a couple who had been together for years amazed me. As we sang he leaned in again and this time he came in for a kiss! I leaned in too. Yes, I wanted to know how he tasted. I wanted to know if he could kiss. That was either going to kill this obsession I had with him or add embers that would make it burn harder. Our lips interlocked. His lips were soft and his mouth tasted sweet and smelled a little like bubblegum. Our tongues touched and embraced each other like they were old friends.

But the memory of her thighs trembling around me, the memory of her pussy walls clenching around my fingers… it was very fresh in my mind, so NO! I couldn’t be calm. Hearing her confess to Mila about how she had always wanted me and how she had deliberately planned our escapades, it triggered my own buried lust, I have never been more turned on in my life. I squeezed my eyes shut. I know I shouldn’t have touched her– shouldn’t have given in. I shouldn’t have let my anger turn into lust. I shouldn’t have… “Dian!” Her voice. Sharp and desperate. Then footsteps followed, it sounded fast and determined.

Lila confessed, but Elena guided her, spreading her legs and teaching her how to lick pussy—slow circles on the clit, fingers probing deep. Elena moaned, grinding against Lila's face, cumming with a gush. In return, Elena fingered Lila expertly, using a vibrator from the nightstand to make her squirt, their bodies tangled in sweaty passion. "You took my husband, I took your dignity," Elena whispered post-orgasm, but Lila pulled her close. "Maybe we can share... or something." Lila begged. The encounter left Elena aroused and conflicted, her plan evolving into something more chaotic.

‎Austin's POV ‎I've been wanting to bang my girlfriend's mom crazily ever since the day I saw her naked while masturbating, thrusting a big fat dildo in and out of her juicy pussy. Her boobs were round and firm even though she's in her late 40's. ‎My girlfriend Juliet, is a very good girl, but too lazy in bed. She wouldn't give me the sex styles I want, always complaining that she's tired, and she doesn't last, always cummin too quickly, when I'm not even half satisfied yet.

"Tell us more about that client email. Sounds hilarious." Jane laughs and dives in, but every word feels like a brush against that hidden tension. While she's mid-story about some absurd client demand, waving her fork for emphasis, I feel a surge of boldness under his steady glances. The memory of that staircase kiss loops in my head, fueling me. I catch his eye for the one hundredth time and then I do something I never thought I would do. Being flirty. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, and the soft give of it draws his focus like a magnet.

“Tell me how long it’s been since someone touched you like this. Like they actually wanted to make you lose control.” “Too long,” she gasped, her head falling back against the wood. “Years…” Rafael made a low, satisfied sound. He pushed the lace aside and slid two thick fingers along her slick folds before slowly pushing inside her. Elena cried out softly, her walls clenching around the intrusion. He curled his fingers, stroking that perfect spot while his thumb continued teasing her clit with maddening precision. “Look at me,” he commanded gently. She opened her eyes. His face was inches from hers, dark eyes burning with lust as he watched every flicker of pleasure cross her face. The wet s

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.

"We're parents. That's all. Everything else was survival. Lust disguised as love." "That's a lie." "Is it? You seduced me to hurt Michael. I used you to escape. Where's the real feeling in that?" He crossed the room. Grabbed her shoulders. Made her look at him. "I loved you from the first night. Everything after was me lying to myself about it." "You loved the danger. The forbidden. Your cousin's wife. The affair felt wrong so it felt exciting. That's not love." "Then why are you still here? Why didn't you leave the moment Michael died?"