Obsession Sex Scenes Novels & Stories

I was looking for the bathroom, but instead, I found a room that seemed to pulse with its own rhythm. Inside, the strippers were dancing on some raised platform or dais, dancing like snakes . The music played a driving, insistent beat that somehow caught into my heartbeat, which was already pretty slow sbd sensual. Mesmerized, I watched the spinning and twisting display before me, skins agleam with sweat and oil, maybe both.

The sight was obscene and intoxicating. He started moving — slow, deep rolls of his hips at first, letting me feel every ridge and vein. “Look at us,” he commanded, gripping my chin so I couldn’t turn away. “Watch how your greedy cunt swallows my cock. How your tits jiggle with every thrust. You’re a fucking masterpiece, Lila. My obsession.”

I don't understand what's wrong with me, since Monday I haven't stopped thinking about Camille, her image comes to my mind every moment, remembering the smoothness of her skin, her fresh and natural face, her curves under her wide clothes, they have me Desperate, I would like to make her mine, but it is something that cannot be, I do not even know her well, but I want to have her in my bed, under my sheets, I do not understand, I refuse to believe that this is happening to me, I am a committed man and I refuse to lack my values. I get out of bed, thinking about Camille now I have ten minutes less of my exercise routine, I lift my sheets and see how thinking about her causes me a reaction, my

Evan’s obsession was evident in every calculated movement—watching Adrian’s reactions, noting every gasp, every moan, adjusting to maximize pleasure, to anchor Adrian fully to him. Adrian surrendered completely, no hesitation, no fear. His moans grew louder, urgent, as Evan’s hands and mouth drove him to the edge again and again. The possessiveness intensified—not violent, but overwhelming in its focus, a need to imprint every sensation, every sound, every part of Adrian into his memory. When they finally came together, it was explosive—shared, breathless, a mixture of love, obsession, and raw passion. Evan held Adrian tightly, whispering promises and claims even as their bodies trembled and

I thought fucking her once was going to rid me of my irrational obsession with her but I was so wrong, so so wrong, I wanted her more than ever. I wanted her every night and I wanted to fuck her in all holes. God! I was so fucking obsessed with her. I've always prided myself on being a very rational person but when it comes to Lisa, all my rationale would fly out of the window and I'd be left with only one insatiable need. To bury myself deep inside her. To make her scream and beg. To have her shatter beneath me. Fuck! I was so fucking hard again for the fucking 10th time today and it was barely evening.

When he finally fucked her again, it was slower, more sensual—long, grinding strokes that made her toes curl and her hands fist the sheets. I masturbated twice while watching, once standing there with my hand inside my shorts, the second time sitting on the floor just outside the door, legs spread, fingers pumping furiously. I came so hard the second time that I had to press my face into my arm to muffle my whimpers. By the third night, it had become an obsession.

she whispered before he took her down to the floor and pressed himself to the top of her. My heart was about to beat out of my chest as if I had no clue what was coming next. The sex scene wasn't nearly as fun as a p**n might be, but it was enough. Ethan stripped the woman down and had her crying out in long groans as the camera panned out. "Awww... come on!" I moved to the edge of my seat and tried to ignore how badly I wanted to reenact some of those love scenes with him. The door opened behind me, causing me to yelp.

It was completely dark inside. Just when I kept my foot inside, I was grabbed quickly and pushed against the door. I felt a weight on top of my body. A hand clicked the knob beside me to lock it from inside. The intoxicating fragrance of lotus flower and heavy breaths were falling all over me. My wolf was almost losing its mind. I was still pressed against the door. I could feel Zen struggling with his wolf to keep it in his control. Suddenly he asked in a hoarse voice, "What do you think you're doing?"

he murmured against my hair. The game continued playing on the massive projector screen, but nobody was really watching anymore. The tension in the room had become suffocating — thick, heavy, and crackling with raw sexual energy. I could feel all four pairs of eyes burning into me: Rhys’s possessive hunger, Sebastian’s intense blue stare, Jax’s dark fascination, and Tyler’s quiet, simmering lust. The air felt charged, like the slightest spark would set everything ablaze.

She has even lost count of how many times she had watched the movie. Several minutes passed by in silence and a sex scene showed on the screen which made Flora feel the absence of a man. She felt herself being aroused as she watched the actors fucking on a yacht. She could feel her core getting wet and her clit was also throbbing. When she couldn’t focus on the movie anymore she turned it off. She missed her boyfriend, Matteo so much.