Make Your Own Sex Story Novels & Stories

Arya’s POV “Hmm, so what then happened?” Kelsi asked. Her eyes danced with a familiar look I was now used to whenever she was excited. “Hmm, babe, you know I’m not a very good liar, so I’ll tell you everything.” I smiled. So I began to tell her how I had the most mind-blowing and body-shaking sex ever with Chase. In all my life, I have never had beautiful sex. At least now I can agree with everyone that make-up sex is the best sex.

She could tell that even without much stimulation he was almost ready to blow right away. “So one thing you can do is when you know you’re going to have sex, jerk off slowly that afternoon. It will give you more staying power a few hours later.” He nodded, looking down at her hand grazing against his shaft. “The other thing is to learn how to stop yourself from cumming.”

Make up sex is the best, man, I'm telling you. Make up sex. I swallowed hard. Damn! We already make out several times, but I haven't tried going beyond my limit. She doesn't want to sleep with me so Scott's idea will not work. [Hey, man! Are you imagining it right now? Haha! I bet you're having a boner now.] I cursed under my breath as I felt my length twitched. Damn this f-ckboy! I groaned. "Shut up! Give me another idea. I don't like your suggestion."

“Sure, what is it? Is the tap leaking again? He enquired. “No, no. I got selected for a short film and I need you to help me practice my acting skills.” “Congrats! I'm happy for you! But how can I help you act, don't you know everything about acting?” Jack teased. “Actually, I am working in a p**n film, and I do not have any experience of having sex on screen. I was hoping to record a sex tape and watch it later to see how I played my part on screen. Will you help me?” Pari requested.

To be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

“And most people just skim between the sex scenes, anyway, in these types of books.” Gregory laughed, losing his breath. “Most people don’t have your absolute focus on sex, Vixen.” “Shame, that. If everyone focused on getting off, they wouldn’t get into all other sorts of strife,” she was teasing him. “Do you want me to tell you a real porn story, rather than one from a book?”

She was crying, pleading with a man. "I'm just an orphan. If I don't use some tricks, how would Mr. Reese ever care about me? Please, help me again. Let me make him feel guilty! Mr. Reese loves me, but because of my status, his family will never approve of me. He promised he'd marry me. I have to do something and make him feel guilty, so he'll feel sorry for me! Please, just one more time! I just need to pretend to jump off the building, and Mr. Reese will feel indebted to me for the rest of his life!" She was such a good actress.

“Okay. So how do I even start?” “Like any other conversation. Start slow. Let it simmer. You don’t go straight for the clit, right? You tease, you build it up. Do the same here. You could start with the classic ‘what are you wearing’ line, but if you want something that really works… tell a story.” “Story?” she echoed. “You mean, like, read erotica?” “No, I mean tell him something from your life. Something hot, or something that could have been hot if it’d gone just a little further. Something real—then spice it up. Let your imagination play with the memory.”

"You'd do that? Attach your name? Your reputation?" "My reputation is already attached. Might as well own it." "Elliot." "I'm serious. We tell our story. The real one. How we met. How we fell in love. The complications. The fights. The. Everything. And we show people. This wasn't exploitation. This was. Us. Choosing each other. Against everything." "You're okay with our sex life being a movie?" He smiled. Small. Genuine. "I'm okay with our love story inspiring people. The sex is just part of it. The vulnerability. The trust. The learning. That's what matters."

The way he'd slip his fingers inside of me, one after the other, giving me a fraction of what was to come. Tasting my tongue before tasting my lips, giving him the same suggestive affection in return by letting him use my throat. Bending me over the very surface of his desk and lifting my skirt before ridding himself of his own clothes and… Ding, new idea. "Sex stories," I spouted, pushing myself up from the relaxed position and straightening my clothes. "That's what I want this new exhibit to focus on.” "Do tell," Nancy sat intrigued, one end of her mouth tugging upward.