Public Sex Story Novels & Stories

"Sex....what!! Oh my god but but i don't understand now because other girls say it so like heaven but that girl did not sound like she was in heaven!" "Okay, please don't be shy but tell me what do you know or understand by sex Lara?" "Ehm, well then you will have a baby" she says shyly. Dear lord, poor thing! "Okay let me tell you, yes it's a way to have children but manly it's between 2 persons to express their love for eachother or in other cases between 2 people who just want to have sex, without the love, are you following me so far?"

“And most people just skim between the sex scenes, anyway, in these types of books.” Gregory laughed, losing his breath. “Most people don’t have your absolute focus on sex, Vixen.” “Shame, that. If everyone focused on getting off, they wouldn’t get into all other sorts of strife,” she was teasing him. “Do you want me to tell you a real porn story, rather than one from a book?”

Except her. So out it came. The story of Peter and me. The story of a capable successful woman acting like a sex-enslaved bimbo over a man who was divine in bed but a selfish, ten-timing monster everywhere else ... Once I’d started, I couldn't stop. Amongst the sobs and hiccups, I blurted out things I’d never told anybody. How if Peter smiled that filmstar smile of his 1 was putty. How he’d make me beg for more of his perfect Joy of Sex fucking. How he’d make me climax in a way so expert I half expected a judge to pop up and give marks for technical merit. And how afterwards — while my body still sizzled — I'd wish I hadn't been so ‘easy’...

She already knew that would be expected. Damon’s bedroom was even larger than hers. The massive king-sized bed dominated the room, covered in black silk sheets. Damon stood by the windows wearing only a pair of dark gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips, revealing the deep V of his sculpted abs and the outline of his heavy cock. “Close the door,” he ordered. Ara obeyed. “So today’s scene,” he said, “is about a submissive woman meeting her ex one last time before her wedding. She knows it’s wrong. She knows she shouldn’t. But she can’t resist him. She lets him ruin her for her future husband. That’s the energy I want.”

I have always been able to trust Sammy. But how can I tell Sammy about how I am changing? How my interest in sex is pushing me beyond the normal limits that people have; how my Onlyfans account was veering further and further away from hers, which is strictly suggestive bathing suit pictures; how, when I masturbate now, which is currently about three times a day, all I can picture is my stepfather's face... my stepfather staring at me, his eyes glazing over with lust, as he cums? A wave of sadness washes over me. My stepfather, whom I love, and who now can't look at me because of the way I've been acting. The things I've done.

I can see the disappointed expression on his face "I know, you must not understand what partner sex is, right?!" "I know, Sex friends." He answered my question correctly, his voice sounded sad "That's right, you're smart huh." He hugged me and rested his head on my shoulder "So warm." he said making my heart very touched, my hands tightened the hug around his waist. We hugged warmly in the toilet waiting for the pain in my hole to go away, then I fell fast asleep in his warm embrace which made me very calm.

“Sa piling kasi ng mahal nila, doon nila nahahanap ang kanilang sarili.” “Ah…” “Blue…” “Hmm…” “May tanong pa ako sa’yo.” “Inatake na naman ang curiosity mo. Ako naman ang magtatanong sa’yo. Kung isasapeikula ang buhay natin, ano kaya ang magiging genre?” “Hmm… Romance?” “Mali.” “Eh ano?” “Horror. Ikaw ba naman may kasamang sleepwalker na tumatawa na parang mangkukulam gabi-gabi.”

I came hard, shooting across the lockers while my hole clenched around him. Jax slammed in deep and roared. Hot, thick loads flooded me. Pulse after pulse. He kept grinding, making sure every drop stayed inside. When he finally pulled out, cum ran down my thighs. He turned me around, grabbed my chin, and kissed me rough and deep, tasting blood and spit. “This is not over,” he said, voice dark. “You want your story? You come back tomorrow night after my next fight. And you bring that ass ready for me again.”

The following story has themes of BDSM, non-consent sex, humiliation, abuse and other dark themes and a material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. Shared punishment with her best friend. The Cruise just began..... Enjoy. >>>> My name is Geena. No, not Gina, that would be normal- my parent's weren't normal, so it had to be Geena. This story is the beginning of my strange journey. The many that follow, will make very clear just how un-normal my life is. Please don't misunderstand me. I truly love my parents. Even today, when I can look back on my life and find the clues as to why I am so out of the ordinary, I truly love them. After all they created me. Not simply the act of copulation and

My clit was swollen and untouched, screaming for attention I didn't give it because Sasha said so and I was a devoted student. "Nine… ten… eleven…" Sasha counted. Her breathing ragged. "Twelve… okay guurrll. Now fist yourself like you hate yourself. GO!" I went crazy. Hard and fast. Totally unhinged. My fist driving into my soaking cunt with a rhythm that had my thighs convulsing while the toilet rim creaked and the slapping wet sounds of my pussy taking my fist echoed off every surface of that school bathroom stall at nine-thirty on a Monday morning.