Polyamorous Stories Novels & Stories

ng аnоthеr lоаd іntо thе сum fіllеd rесtum. Thеn they wеrе done аnd they rеturnеd tо a dеер ѕlеер. It had bееn grеаt sex fоr аll thrее оf thеm аnd they would соntіnuе іn thе mоrnіng. The thrее gays wоkе uр tо thе gentle sound оf thе раttеr оf rain. It wаѕ a ѕtеаdу rаіn аnd not a heavy ѕtоrm. It wаѕ рlеаѕаnt lуіng іn bed and lіѕtеnіng tо іt. Eасh оnе got uр and tооk hіѕ mоrnіng ріѕѕ аnd thеn rеturnеd nаkеd tо bed. Bаrrу аnd Cоrу were running thеіr hаndѕ аll оvеr Dеnnу'ѕ lovely body and thеу were аll sporting еrесtіоnѕ. In consideration оf lооѕеnіng hіm uр, Barry fuсkеd Dеnnу fіrѕt. This tіmе іt wаѕ іn thе mіѕѕіоnаrу роѕіtіоn.

After relocating to a new town to start afresh and focus on her life, Claire finds herself drawn into an erotic affair with a married couple she met in the gym. A coffee date with James, and Mia ignites their passion and blurs the marital boundaries. “W-we can't do this here,” “Come with us,” James urged, his voice laced with a tantalizing promise. “We’ll give you a night you’ll never forget,” As a Polyamorous person, Claire couldn't resist surrendering herself to the intoxicating attraction.

“Absolutely, Master, I am yours. Have you never even fantasized about having a slave before?” “The last woman I was with was my wife; we never played any fantasy games. I have not touched anyone in ten years.” I felt the pang of loss begin to grow in my chest again. “Master, I am so sorry. I never knew you were married. May I make a suggestion that might help you to understand what you have gotten yourself into?” “I would be glad to hear anything you have to say.” She then suggested a couple of websites for me to read. Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try.

I was so engrossed in my fantasy of him one day I didn't hear Kenny come home. He found me lying on our bed with my legs splayed open, moaning in pure Bliss. Two of my fingers rubbed my clit as my right hand played with my breast. When he spoke suddenly, I screamed, withdrawing my fingers from myself. Despite the shock and embarrassment, Kenny took me being vulnerable as an invitation. He spent the next hour fucking me from behind, taking pleasure from me body. I wasn't into it when we had sex, but the sudden image of Nicholas appeared. Suddenly I got wet and turned on as Kenny thrust inside of me. But when I looked back, I saw it was no longer Kenny; it was Nicolaus in his stead. For the fi

I know I sound completely unhinged right now, but I’ve officially lost every last ounce of self-control I ever possessed. Like, tragically, desperately and erotically gone. If there’s a special circle of hell reserved for shameless Omegas who finger-fuck themselves senseless while moaning their best friend’s father’s name into a hotel pillow, I already have my reserved seat. Front row. VIP with no escape. And the scary part? I don’t even care anymore. All of it—every whimper, every tremble, every desperate thrust of my fingers is for him......Damien Blackthorn.

2. PREYE Dad left years ago after the separation, so it’s just me and Mom back home. She’s been grinding through everything alone, and I’ve gotten damn good at hiding my secrets. I’m straight as fuck. Men do it for me hard,thick heavy cocks stretching my pussy wide open, gagging on dick until my eyes water and spit runs down my chin, that rough BDSM shit where a guy ties me up and treats my holes like his personal cum dump. Nothing beats sucking cock though. Feeling it throb and swell on my tongue, swallowing every thick rope when he’s earned it.

James traced his fingers through the cum on her stomach. “You’re perfect, Precious,” John said quietly. “We’re keeping you.” She smiled weakly, her eyes half-closed in exhausted pleasure. Even though her body felt completely destroyed, she could already feel that familiar ache building again between her legs. “Yes, Daddies,” she whispered. The passion between them was raw and endless. Four bodies, pure lust, and no sign of stopping. Precious knew she was addicted. And she didn’t want it to end.

“We’re polyamorous. We see other people. Sometimes together. Sometimes separately.” Thessaly’s wine glass paused halfway to her mouth. “Oh.” -

"We are an exclusive, closed, polyamorous relationship forged in the fires of this club, anchored by intense power exchange, and sustained by an absolute, unyielding love." A soft, collective exhale moved through the Library. In the mainstream world, polyamory was often dismissed as a loophole for infidelity, a symptom of greed, or an inability to commit. But looking at the three of them—anchored to one another with a devotion so fierce it was almost palpable—the myth dissolved instantly.

he said, his voice a low vibration that hit me square in the chest. The chatter died instantly. He turned around, leaning against the podium, his sleeves already rolled up to reveal the lion etched into his tanned skin. My pulse spiked. I couldn't stop my eyes from tracing the golden outlines of the beast on his arm, remembering the way it seemed to ripple in the moonlight of my subconscious. "The Art of Storytelling is not a solo venture," he began, his almond eyes finally sweeping over the rows. "To understand narrative, you must understand collaboration and the friction of differing perspectives. For the remainder of the semester, you will be working in groups of five."