Nymphomaniac Novels & Stories

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.

Why am I doing this? Perhaps it is by simple curiosity, or perhaps because I am trying to understand who is really Isabelle beyond the image it projects. I continue to parade. A silk nightie appears, her half -elongated body on an immaculate bed. The light play on his skin accentuates the elegance of the cliché. A thrill travels my spine. I straighten up slightly on the sofa, as caught in the act. Shit. I realize that I went too far. With a quick gesture, I lock my phone and put it on the coffee table. I rub my face with both hands. This is just an I*******m account, nothing more. Isa's point of view

*She grinds her ass back teasingly, hedonistic eyes commanding as she spreads thighs wider, pussy lips parting invitingly, ready for filling. *Eyes widen in shock as they take in the scandalous scene before them - their best friend's mother, Stefanie, sprawled naked on the bed, laptop open to an array of hardcore pornography, her own body glistening with arousal. The provocative invitation hangs heavy in the air, a challenge issued directly to Y/N.*

He whisper shout to himself. He climbed out of the bed and strolled into the bathroom, he stood staring at himself in the mirror, his ruffled hair, his hazel eyes, his thin pink lips and his strong jaw, he is a fine man and a fine man like him falls for a woman. Christ, he can't waste all these manly goodness to sucking a man's prick, "yuck" he shuddered in disgust. Yep, that's right, he is a straight man, see, even the thought of sucking a man is disgusting. If he is a gay, will it be disgusting? Of course not.

Every nerve in my body was screaming yes, yes, more. When I cum, it was sharp, sudden, my nails digging into his shoulders as I bit back a scream. But he wasn’t done. He pulled my slip over my head, his eyes roaming over me with raw hunger. “Turn around,” he ordered. I obeyed, bracing my hands against the wall as he unzipped his pants. The first thrust stole my breath, the second made me moan loud enough to be heard over the music. He gripped my hips and pounded into me, each movement jarring, relentless, until I was a mess of sweat and moans.

Gosh, I needed him inside me so bad. “How did you touch yourself, buttercup?” Donovan asked, and I swallowed harshly as his eyes caressed me wantonly. “I-I was in the shower then I got horny while thinking of you and started fingering myself until I came,” I said. “I think I have become a nymphomaniac because of you, Donovan.” “Do you know what that is?” He chuckled, to which I nodded eagerly.

"Don't forget, we also enjoy fucking. Lots of fucking. Fucking our Master and each other. Does that make us nymphomaniacs?" "It's my understanding, nymphomaniacs have uncontrollable urges towards sex. While you both have strong sexual urges, you seem to have control over them. Your fucking isn't indiscriminate. Mostly, it seems confined to your relationship." "It's actually very controlled, in the sense it's totally under Master's control. Neither of us are allowed to orgasm without permission. So I would agree we're not nympho's, which strikes me as a term men invented to label women who like to fuck as much as they do. Kind of

He also adjusted his own position and unconditionally re-entered her. Andrius claimed Anya from behind. He thrusted in and out and slapped her butt sometimes. It hurts. But eventually it gives Anya a strange taste. "Ohh .. Gosh!" she screamed when she reached her second orgasm, while Andrius continued to spit on her back. "I'm cumming, baby. Ride for me," he suggested.

Fuck. The knowledge that Leia was just on the other side of that door, completely naked and dripping wet. The sight of her soaked hair and her body glistening with the mixture of water and soap running down her body had my jeans tightening. I ran a hand through my hair and took a deep breath. Jesus fuck. I stood up and grabbed my room cad. I needed to get some fresh air or else I was going to start jerking off right then and there.