Porn Stoires Novels & Stories

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

Pity? "I'm gonna warm this up for us," said Em. Em padded into the bathroom and Sarah heard the water running in the sink. Em came back and walked up to Sarah, still seated in an easy chair. She squatted down to Sarah's level and looked her in the eyes. "Sarah, I promise to make this as pleasurable as possible and once we get started, I know you'll be good with it. Surely you've done some homoerotic photo shoots?" "Y-yes," confessed Sarah. "But those were all staged and posed. We weren't actually having sex while someone took pictures of us fucking."

I wiped the last of the cum off my cock as I clicked on the box to open our private chat room. I couldn’t type fast enough to tell him how much his stories had turned me on. After I told him I had stroked myself to three climaxes in an hour and a half—more than I had ever been able to do before—he asked me if I would like to experiment with some online sex and masturbate together. I asked him if he was sure that no one else could read what we were doing, and he assured me that in the private chat room no one would mind—it happened all the time.

"Ishh, I want to tell you. Listen!" "What story? About your ex again? Haven't moved on from him yet?" Evi had guessed first. Lately, Dita had been talking about her ex, whom she had dumped for cheating on her while she was still dating him. Dita was the one who decided, she was also the one who was gamon. "No, I've moved on," Dita lied. In fact, she still loves and hopes that her ex will return to her. "Good. So, what's the story?" Evi asked, adjusting her sitting position comfortably.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

Hands on her br**st and d**k in her p**sy, Peter f**ked life off her and she completely forgot that she needed to break up with him. Peter turned her a*s to himself in a doggy position, his middle finger took care of the other hole while his d**k f**ked her pussy. Finally, his seed erupted and he let it spill on the bed. He turned her around and licked her lips lightly, slowly deepening. As they french kissed, Ivy noticed his c**k becoming firm again, so she pulled away from him, breaking the kiss.

"There's no story." "Oh, I disagree." She waves the polaroid in my face. The image had developed now—Simone's face half-hidden, but my profile is clear. "Damien Adams, tech philanthropist, fucks a stripper raw in a strip club. He calls himself daddy and begs her to cum." She tilts her head. "Your shareholders would love that." I remained unfazed. "This is illegal, whatever you publish would be taken down." "Who said anything about publishing?" She steps back, tucks the Polaroid into her tiny clutch purse. "You know where to find me."

Pussy Owner (1) Rita's POV I never thought I’d actually say the words out loud. Vincent and I had been married for eight years. Our sex life had grown comfortable, then predictable, then almost nonexistent. What kept the spark alive in secret was his fantasy — the one he whispered to me late at night while his cock was buried inside me. He wanted to watch another man take me and not just any man but best friend, Hilton.

Every time his palm connects I moan louder, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “Yes, give me those sounds, make me grow inside your cunt, Victoria!” He groans animalistically, fucking me roughly, just the way I like it. He leans over my back, reaches around, and takes one nipple between his fingers, pinching hard while he spanks the other breast with his free hand. “You like being treated like this? Like a dirty little fucktoy on your client’s couch?” “Yes…mmm…” “I like it…ahh…don’t stop…” Oh damn, I really do.

I gripped her hips and fucked her in a steady rhythm, watching the way her body took the thick cock, the way her back arched when I angled just right. “That’s it,” I murmured. “Take it.” I picked up the pace, still controlled but harder, the harness slapping against her skin. Each thrust dragged a louder cry out of her. I reached around and found her clit, rubbing tight circles while I drove into her. Her thighs started to shake. .. .. Author's POV The meanwhile, outside the closed door of Sophia and Mary’s room, a small cluster of nuns had gathered in the dim hallway. The thick stone walls couldn’t fully muffle the sounds coming from inside...they listen to each moan