Novel & Cerita Polyamorous Stories

How would something like that even work? Tracey shrugged. "To some, it might be, but not to me. Polygamists seem to have some terrible connotations attached to it. Poly-fidelity, to me, is more about the emotions that go with the relationship, and not trying to appease some higher power." The microwave dinged, and she pulled the mugs out, setting them quickly on the counter. "There are as many different types of polyamory, which poly-fidelity is a part of, as there are people in the actual relationships. Some, like the three of us, stay committed within the relationship while others may have a partner who doesn't really have anything to do with the rest of the family unit."

His golden eyes held a knowing warmth. The conversation flowed easily, a comfortable mix of playful teasing and genuine affection. Their flirtatious remarks weren’t just playful banter; they were expressions of their deep love and desire, a constant reminder of the unique dynamic of our polyamorous relationship. Each glance, each touch, each carefully chosen word was a thread in the intricate tapestry of our shared lives, a testament to the complex and beautiful bond that held us together. The lingering echoes of the moonlit embrace in the forest now mingled with the comforting warmth of the hearth and the tangible affection of my mates, a perfect start to a new day filled with love and the

A point in his favor. Francine's lips tightened. "I'd never tolerate that." "And yet you see no problem with Naomi's situation?" He teased her, but she defended her words anyway. "There's a difference in several people choosing to live in a polyamorous relationship, who are committed to each other only. It's a whole other thing for someone to go chasing after other people to have sex while hurting the family they have." It came out a little more vehemently than she meant, but she hated the obvious pain he felt at the way his father treated their mother.

Damien leaned in closer, his breath brushing against my ear as he spoke. “Be a good girl and spread your legs for me, Serena. Don’t make me ask twice.” My legs slowly fell open again, almost like they had a mind of their own. My hands were shaking as I slid one back between my thighs, gently rubbing my swollen, aching clit. Damien watched every movement with hungry eyes. “Louder,” he ordered. “Moan like you were before. I want to hear how much of a needy little slut you really are.” A broken whimper escaped my lips as I pushed two fingers inside my soaked hole, slowly pumping them in and out while rubbing my clit with my other hand. This is just like the books I read… am I not lucky?

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

He pulled out; cum leaked from Jace’s hole. Tyler sped up—fucking Kelvin harder. Kelvin stroked himself furiously—coming with a shout, ropes splattering the couch. Tyler slammed deep one last time—groaning as he filled Kelvin’s ass. They collapsed—sweaty, spent, cum everywhere. Amanda lay in the middle—body wrecked, covered in their releases. She smiled—sinful, satisfied. “Next time,” she whispered, “bring more friends.” Tyler kissed her—tasting the others on her tongue. “Promise.”

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

“Says the Alpha who gave his Luna oral sex in dream land.” “That would actually a very interesting story plot.” “Exactly why we should be doing more adventurous things while fucking…to spice up our lives and make good story plots.” “Hmm.” “Yeah, you mentioned one time that Everlery likes writing…she can write erotica stories with what we do and who knows? We might be the inspiration to a bestseller book.”

She cried out, her thighs shaking violently. Dr. Hale didn't stop. He fucked her through the orgasm, maintaining his rhythm as her walls spasmed around him. "That's one. Keep going." Emily's first orgasm rolled into a second as he continued pounding into her. Her vision blurred. "Oh god—it's not stopping—" "Multiple orgasms are normal when the stimulation is consistent," he said, his voice slightly strained. "Your body is learning to let go." He pulled out suddenly and flipped her onto her stomach. "On your knees. I want to fuck you from behind."

she demanded voice muffled against my folds. I sucked harder, fingers pumping and she exploded first, pulsing around my tongue. The sound of her crying out sent me over the edge too as we shook together waves crashing through both bodies at once. Afterward, we lay tangled in sweat and slickness. Her fingers traced lazy patterns on my hip. For a moment it felt perfect. Then she spoke against my neck. “The mirror only lets one of us cross each cycle. I could stay here in your life. You could step through and live where there is only pleasure no guilt no rules.”