Make Up Sex Stories Novels & Stories

That was more than she ever earned from writing. “What’s the catch?” she whispered. "That's smart, Writer Ara." Damon’s lips curved into the faintest smile. “There is always a catch. For every erotic scene you write for my private inspiration project, you will physically practice it with me first. For you to a character being fucked against a wall, you must be fucked against a wall. Everything you create, I will bring to life with you.” Ara stared at him, stunned. Heat flooded her face. She could barely believe what he was saying.

"You taste so sweet, baby. So fucking sweet." She reached for him and pulled his exhausted body down beside her. He collapsed onto the bed, his energy completely spent. The air was thick with the scent of their sex. It was a permanent testament to the boundary they had not just crossed. There was no going back. The game was over, and they had both lost and won everything in a single, life-altering night. From that day, they began to have sex like rabbits. ... . . (A Few Days Later) . . .

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

Brian let out aloud groan and came before slamming himself into her once more before pulling out of her. “That was amazing” Brian said and them pecked both Cassie's head and hers before walking out of the room stark naked… She stared at cassie and stood up without saying anything to her and went to take a shower and changed the bedsheets….she tried not to let what just happened make anything awkward as she spoke to Cassie for awhile wondering why she came and for figured it was to go shopping to get outfits for the concerts… They both talked for a while before she left …She really couldn't believe she just had sex with her best friend and stepfather….

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

Brenda raved. "What?" I swallowed the lump in my throat. "One billion dollars? That can't be right." "Absolutely, it is true. I spoke to the accountant and everything. Max wanted that good pussy real bad," Brenda laughed. "Well, he has a weird way of showing it." "Cheer up, bestie, all couples fight sometimes, and you know the best thing about when couples fight?" "No what?" I rolled my eyes. "Makeup sex!" "Brenda, you're a little far-fetched. First, Max and I are not a couple; second, I will never have sex with that man again; and third, I despise him."

"Sorry, folks. Duty calls. I'll check on you two again in a little while." "Sex writers," I mused. "I wonder exactly what that entails." Noah grinned at me. "Considering a career change, darlin'?" I shook my head. "I don't think so. Although I have to say that I'm intrigued. Do they just write books about sex, or do they write erotic fiction? Or both?" "Maybe they also write scripts for porn," Noah suggested. "If that's the case, they need to up their game. Most porn is seriously lacking in storylines and decent dialogue."

"Shit!.....Was the sex that bad?.....That's not like Conor because I remember well you telling me when you guys were just dating that he was a beast in bed! "So what happened?" "I have known him for 10 years but last night he just acted weird! Started asking what I wanted to do while he lay on top of me, what kind of position I wanted and to top it off if he had to make me cum in the end after he did!! Can you imagine my frustration Melissa?

“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

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.