Mature Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Marcus leaned back against the desk crossing his arms so the fabric pulled tight across his chest. “Predatory depends on consent Sarah. If both parties are adults and they want it, who the hell are we to judge the heat between them? Take these classic stories. The men aren’t saints. They’re flawed hungry bastards who see something they crave and go after it. The women aren’t victims either. They’re dripping for it. Wet and reckless because the forbidden touch sets their skin on fire.” Fuck. My face burned. I uncrossed my legs and felt a slick rush between them. The way he said dripping made my clit throb.

“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.”

“Dad likes experienced women — women who know how to ride a cock properly, not innocent virgins who’ve only been fingered by their best friend.” Her words stung, but they also made my pussy clench harder around her fingers. Ria leaned down, kissing my neck, then my lips, as she pleasured me with skilled, relentless strokes. She added a third finger, stretching me wider, fucking me until I was moaning into her mouth and coming again. I came hard, shaking, and my juices were soaking the sheets. When I finally came down, panting and spent, Ria kissed my forehead. “But if you really want him… you’re going to have to prove you can take it.”

BLAIRE I gripped Raymond’s massive shoulders, my knuckles turning white as I slammed my weight down onto him. The leather of the sofa creaked under us, but the sound was drowned out by the wet, rhythmic slap of our bodies meeting. Every time I rose and fell, his thick cock buried itself deeper into my aching core, stretching me until I felt like I was going to burst. I was taking every inch of him, my pussy walls stretching and gripping the dark, heavy length of his shaft as I moved.

“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

I wonder if she feels the sexual energy I give off? I don't know if it's my awareness of her coming of age, or my age, but I've started having carnal thoughts every time I see a cute young girl walk by with those delicious buns swaying to and fro. It seems when you are young, men are fixated on tits, and indeed, is there really anything more appealing? But, when you get more mature, you start paying more attention to female asses; at least that's been the case with me. Maybe I'm just anal oriented, or maybe because that's a forbidden area of access.

You have to claim them. When he’d gone, because I wasn’t finished yet, I lay on the rumpled bed, and brought myself off with my fingers. I thought of how he’d behaved earlier, sadistic and cruel, reveling in my cries from the pinch of the clamps and the slam of his cock. Then I fell asleep for an hour or so. When I woke, my hair was in a crazy, damp tangle and my breasts were a mess of scratch marks and blotches. And he was probably eating wild turbot because he usually does when it’s on expenses at Saxby’s. I would too. The point I’m making: sex isn’t like it is in the movies; it isn’t even like porn. Sex isn’t like anything except itself.

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

She spread her legs wider, showing me how soaked she was. “You can have me all night if you want… and every other night too,” she continued, eyes locked on mine. “You can fuck my mouth, my tight pussy… whatever you want. I’ll be your dirty little secret slut. But you have to promise not to tell Mum and Dad about my videos. Keep my secret, and I’ll keep your cock very, very happy.” Katricia pulled down the straps of her nightgown to reveal her bare breasts, her hard pink nipples begging for attention.

He didn't say anything instead he took one of my nipples in his mouth and cupped the other breast and I moaned then he went on to kiss the little baby bump on my stomach which was now slightly visible. "I can't wait for you to have our children" he smiled and gave my stomach one last kiss. He kissed my lips and held the back of my head as he deepened the kiss. We kissed passionately for a few seconds before he carried me on his arms and placed me in the bathtub. He joined me in the bathtub and made me sit on his torso and I held on to the side of the bathtub. Yeah, cowgirl position in the bathtub. He penetrated my wet vagina which was wet from my juices and the water. I moaned, we both moane