Nsfw-story Novels & Stories

John kept thrusting deep and steady, refusing to pull out. “That’s not pee, baby,” he said, voice low and confident. “Let it go. I want to feel you squirt all over my cock.” The pressure inside me grew unbearable as he pounded harder, eyes daring me to lose control completely right there on the bed.

he growled, kicking my legs apart. I obeyed, water running down my back. His cock rubbed between my ass cheeks, thick and hot. “Ryan... condom?” I asked, voice shaking. “Raw. Like I promised.” He spat on his hand, slicked his cock, and pushed the fat head against my hole. “Gonna breed this stepbrother ass.” He thrust in hard. The stretch burned like fire as he sank deep in one long stroke. I cried out, the sound echoing off the tiles.

Alas, his shaking body exposed the torrent of emotions rushing through him. All of a sudden, he recalled having once read in a book that the body scent of the merpeople could ease the symptoms of someone who had compulsive sexual disorder. At the time, he didn't believe merpeople existed and thought it was just a fairy tale. Thinking about it now, he realized that whenever he was with Sylvie, that unique body scent of hers would always make his breath hitch. Just then, his phone started ringing. Nick Henderson, Connor's assistant, exclaimed over the phone, "Something terrible has happened, Mr. Shaw! Quick! Check the latest headlines!"

I was so close already, my walls clenching around his thick cock, when the office door suddenly burst open. A nerdy girl from our class, with glasses, messy bun, was clutching her assignment, as she stood over there frozen, her eyes wide with shock as she took in the sight of me bent over the desk with Professor Harlan’s cock buried deep inside my pussy.

"Why should I listen to you when you are only insulting me?! I ended the call again. This time, I turned off the phone as well. I went to my room, undressed, and took a warm bath maybe for an hour. When I got dressed in pajamas, I went back to the living room and opened my laptop.. Ding. Ding.Ding.Ding. There was an endless influx of messages. Oh dang, I forgot about Provi. "Hi, I'm home!" "Des?" "Is your phone battery empty? I've been trying to call you since I got home." Is everything ok? Des? "Should I go back in there?" "I'm sorry. Yes my phone is off and I was taking a good warm bath to calm me down." - I answered his messages in Instapix. "No need to come here. Everything is under con

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

I ordered pizza for us and as they gamed, I fired up the laptop in my bedroom, curious to read the stories he'd been stroking to yesterday. As I read story after story, I was shocked both at the content of the stories and by what these stories were doing to me. My pussy was on fire, and my left hand slowly pleasured myself as I read each incestuous story. Some of the stories had dominant sons seducing their mothers, while others had powerful daughters dominating their mothers, while still others were more intimate and egalitarian in the sexual relationships between sons and mothers. I'd never even remotely considered my children in a sexual way, but yesterday's events of my son's masturbatio

Lila’s fingers trembled slightly as she stared at her phone screen in the dim light of her small Eden Bay University dorm room. It was 11:47 PM, and the rest of the campus was quiet. The notification from SinLink glowed softly against the black background: “Curious about unlocking your deepest pleasure? Tonight only — Exclusive Self-Pleasure Workshop. Private. Safe. No limits. Tap to accept. Your desires are waiting.” She had downloaded the mysterious app two weeks ago after a drunken conversation with her roommate about “what if” fantasies. She never expected anything real. Yet here it was — an invitation that made her thighs press together instinctively.

Enemies who fvck like the world is ending. Sex-enemies, that’s exactly what we were. Pure hate-sex in the snow, raw and desperate. I cracked my knuckles, took a long sip of the coffee I’d brought with me, and dove straight in. This story was going to be long, dirty, and dripping with the kind of banter that makes people melt. I typed out the title in bold letters: 'Snowbound Enemies: A Hate-F-ck Holiday'.

Warning !!! Mature content (18+) The story contains scenes of abuse, B***M, s*x and extreme bullying. His fingers continued their relentless exploration, expertly finding and teasing my most sensitive spots. I bit my lip, desperately trying to resist the unwelcome sensations flooding through me. "Your body betrays you," he whispered, his hot breath tickling my ear. "You can deny it all you want, but I know the truth." I shook my head frantically, tears streaming down my face.