Novel Sex Novels & Stories

“Cassie.” Hearing her name like that undid her. She shattered beneath him and with her shattering, brought him to breaking with her. His breath came hard and fast and then suddenly stilled. His body tightened as hers squeezed around him. She'd never had this before. This kind of sex was something that she'd only seen on late-night TV or read in books. It didn't happen in real life. There was always something in real life to distract her. The bunching of the sheets, an itch on her ear, the sound of a siren outside.

“…I’m very sure a lot of you guys out here must have already gone through a few pages, even read the last chapter by now, which is fine. I mean, really, it’s what I do when I get a hold of a book that I’ve waited for a long time, but like the title suggests, it’s about a couple, Mia Weller and Jason Thomas, who have been in love with each other for ages, right from their childhood, but have never been able to say it out loud since their families are rivals. Then they get separated for a long time and meet again when they are at the prime of their youth. So now it’s about will they finally be able to be together or keep denying their feelings for the sake of their families. I’m afraid that’s

It was another p**n magazine. “Look at the new one I got yesterday, she said. Scooting over to me. She sat close to me, making sure we were touching each other. She opened the magazine and laid it on her lap as she began to flip through a few pages. It was a new lesbian p**n. “So, you like girls on girls” she asked, staring at me. Yeah, I just realized I like girls when I went to college, so tell me how many ladies have you slept with, she asked.

Vicky’s fingers trailed lazily down my stomach, circling my navel before dipping lower to tease the still-swollen lips of my pussy. We were both drenched with sweat, and cum, the lingering slick from the double dildo now discarded on the nightstand. The room smelled thickly of sex— musky arousal, her jasmine perfume, and mine. Afternoon had bled into early evening, the light soft and golden through the half-closed blinds. She kissed the corner of my mouth, then whispered hot against my ear, “You said next time you wanted my fist. I’m not waiting for next time.”

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

My plan was simple: Live like a slacker until Travis became a rich, successful CEO. Then sit back and enjoy life as a pampered young lady. During my major course, I was hiding in the back row scrolling on my phone when the original Jennie’s best friend, Linda Lander, texted me and asked if I wanted to join a mixer party. That’s when I remembered. In the original novel, this was the scene where Nancy flirted with three high-quality male leads at a bar. It caused a ripple across the entire storyline.

but like I said, it’s a craze. Yet there I was, looking absolutely nothing like a lady. Why don’t we have mirrors in bathroom stalls, that way I wouldn’t have to guess how disheveled I look. Even the thought of it seemed to fuel my sex craze. My pace picked up, so much that I could feel my legs shaking from the effect. “Yessssss…yessss ... .please” I panted out loud, as I felt myself getting closer. And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl.

that felt like the most powerful ending for this couple. Okay, that was the heartfelt, literary reason. Now for the completely, utterly ridiculous and honest reason: I literally could not write another sex scene. I am not joking. We were closing in on 80,000 words on this thing! A hundred thousand words! Do you have any idea how many different ways there are to describe a hand running through hair? Or a deep gaze across a room? I was starting to lose my mind trying to come up with fresh, non-repetitive action. I truly don't think I would have survived trying to write a fresh, unique, meaningful, and non-absurdly-long sex scene at this point in the narrative. My fingers were cramping, my thes

To be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

he said. The novel that James wrote is certainly different from Twilight. The love story in the book is given the spice of sex. Different from his novel, which is quite erotic, James is a shy and polite person. When interviewed by Time magazine and asked to read a page from his book, which contains a sex scene with Gray and Ana, James laughed. He was also surprised himself when readers of his novels could recount in detail his writings. "I'm still impressed by the reaction (people) on this book. People tell me the most intimate things. Another woman told me they could orgasm just because of reading this book," said James.