Romans & histoires New Sex Story

My mother asked softly, “Are you due soon?” “This month. It’s a boy.” My mother smiled and said, “Your husband must be thrilled.” “Yes, he’s over the moon. It’s our second child, but he’s still very excited about it.” My mother said wistfully, “You two have such a great relationship.” Layla was pleased when she heard that. She smiled and said, “We’re okay. I actually ran off to study abroad once out of spite, and he flew all the way across the world to find me. To feed my ego, he went along with taking multiple sets of wedding photos with me back-to-back.”

A NEW STORY BEGINS… You thought the first story was intense? Then you’re not ready for this one. Welcome to Stalked To Be Desired and Damned — a brand-new story filled with obsession, danger, desire, secrets, and a love that was never supposed to exist. New characters. New obsession. New rules. This is Book Two, but a completely new story. Keep reading… if you dare. Content Warning: This story is not safe. It's addictive, explicit, and threaded with triggers that bite.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

I tried again, whispering right against Tyler’s neck while my toes crept higher, brushing over his cock through his shorts. It was half-hard but not responding like I needed. “Please, Tyler. I’m so wet right now. I need your cock stretching me open.” My voice came out breathy, desperate. He patted my thigh clumsily. “In a minute, babe… this story’s gold…” Then his eyes drifted again. Kyle laughed along, but his gaze never left me. “Some women need a real man on their honeymoon, you know? Someone who can keep up all night instead of tapping out after one round.”

It drowned out the smell of the sex for a second, but I could still feel the sticky warmth of his cum sliding down the insides of my thighs, trickling toward my knees in thick, white streaks that stained the expensive rug. I stood up on shaky legs, my balance uneven. I gathered the tatters of my ruined robe, clutching the torn silk to my chest like a shield. I slipped out of the room, looking both ways down the hallway. I padded down the corridor barefoot, every step a reminder of the mess between my legs, the wetness of his release soaking into the hem of the white shirt as I hurried back to the safety of my own bed, feeling the weight of the secret I was now carrying between my thighs. I r

*A New Collection Synopsis:.When 19-year-old college freshman Riley comes home for the weekend and “accidentally” interrupts her father’s high-stakes poker night with his four filthy-rich, hung best friends, one drunken bet and a skimpy outfit later turns into a nonstop, no-holes-barred gangbang that leaves her dripping with their cum and begging for more.

He still did not touch me. “Three weeks,” he said. “I told myself I would stop. Then you dropped the towel and caught it and looked straight at me. After that I stopped lying.” “You going to keep standing there talking?” He let out a breath that sounded like relief and hunger in the same sound. Then he kissed me. Not polite. His hands went under the shirt and found wet skin, no bra, nipples still tight from the water. He groaned into my mouth. “Piper.” “You already know my name from the postbox.”

Trigger Warnings 18+ ONLY This collection contains mature content including: Graphic M/M intimate scenes, dominant/submissive dynamics, dubious consent, power exchange, rough encounters, possessive/dominant behavior, and strong language. Reader discretion is strongly advised. A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and dirty, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some a

Darrell already left for work, we were all bored so we decided to swim. "Yeah and after that, we had sex" she giggled. "Woah so you guys are officially together?" "Yeah" "I can't seriously remember the last time, I had a good screw. About three months ago" Daniela said. "Three months? Don't tell me you?..." I trailed off raising my brows at her. "Of course, I had it with one of the male servants" she rolled her eyes. "Holly molly. You need to get laid sis. How about we hit the club tonight?" she giggled.

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”