Nnifty Erotic Sex Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“It feels so good to be stretched to the point of it hurting. It turns me on to think about it being a cock, holding me open like that…” I sobbed with pleasure as he slipped a finger into my anus. He worked it in and out. The walls of my pussy pulsed around Nate’s cock, which pulsed in response. “More,” I said to Alex. “I want more.” Doing my bidding, Alex slipped in another finger. “I love the way you’re opening up for me,” he said, and slipped in a third finger. “Please,” I begged, “I can’t wait anymore.” “Tell us what you want, Emma,” Nate commanded from beneath me. “Tell us what you want us to do to you right now.”

he said. We lay there in bed, my good cheek resting on his shoulder while we examined her list. Wartenberg wheels, erotic electrostimulation, plastic wrap, animal roleplay, breast torture, edgeplay, human furniture, Japanese bondage, predicament bondage, sexual roleplay, suspension, wax play, wooden horse, figging, Sybian, humiliation and exposure, sexual denial. Those were the things she indicated she wanted to try. The things she'd marked as a gray area which she was unsure about trying were enemas, analingus, fisting, anal sex, auctioning or selling and something called nyotaimori.

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

“Good morning, gorgeous.” I smile back. “Turn over,” he says. I flip around so his front is to my back. He pulls me close, and I feel the thickness of his morning erection press against my bottom. I wiggle slowly as he kisses my neck and trails his fingers down to my pussy. “So wet for me,” he whispers. I swirl my hips, whimpering at the sudden need that’s coursing through me. He turns away and I hear him open the condom, and in moments, bliss comes as he pushes inside. The angle is different and hits deep, causing me to cry out.

The wet squelching sounds were absolutely obscene. “You’re such a disgusting little fist slut,” she laughed. “Taking my whole hand like a cheap whore. I bet Maya would die if she saw her best friend getting fisted by her big sister.” The dirty talk sent me over the edge again. I came violently around her fist, my pussy gushing and squirting all over her arm and the bed. Lena kept fisting me through it, drawing out the orgasm until I was sobbing with pleasure. She finally pulled her hand out slowly, leaving my cunt gaping wide open. She brought her soaked fist to my mouth.

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

“But… I saw him again today. We talked, then I went to his place.” Mia’s eyes widened. “Girl! Are you catching feelings or what?” “No!” I said quickly. “It’s just… the sex is really good. Like, insanely good. He knows exactly how to touch me, how to make me cum so hard I can’t think straight. But I told him it has to stop. I can’t keep doing this.” Mia grinned. “Yet you just did it again.” I sighed. “I know. I’m weak. Every time he looks at me, my body just… reacts. I get so wet so fast. It’s embarrassing.”

Make her feel every vein, every thick ridge stretching her open. Elena whimpered, plunging two fingers deep inside herself. She fucked herself with them, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. Her other hand pinched and tugged her nipples. The fantasy consumed her—Victor’s big body covering hers, his stubble scraping her neck, his low growl in her ear: This pussy has always belonged to me. She added a third finger, stretching herself, curling them against that spot that made her vision spark. Her hips bucked wildly. The necklace bounced between her breasts with every thrust of her hand. Closer… so close…

I groaned , picturing Natasha to be kneeling down in front of me. Her beautiful phoenix eyes glistening with tears as I fuck her warm mouth. My hand gripping her hair, to hold her in place. And just when I'm about to cum, she releases my cock with a popping sound. "You haven't been a good boy recently, have you?" She would whisper, against my ear and slowly move her hand up and down my cock to taunt me. Before crashing her lips against mine and allowing me to kiss her until she could barely breath. I would shove her back on her knees and have her suck my cock until I emptied my contents in her mouth.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier