Real Nsfw Stories Novels & Stories

Who give me the rough intense passionate sex I've been craving since I was a teenager. So judge me if you want. Call me a cheater. Call me a whore. Say I'm destroying my marriage. But I know the truth. My marriage was destroyed the moment I saw my husband on his knees with another man's cock down his throat. I'm just making the best of the situation I was forced into. And honestly? I've never been more satisfied in my life. The mechanic. The neighbor's brother. Both of them give me what I need in different ways. Both of them make me feel alive and desired and completely satisfied.

, she trailed off, giggling. "Ouuu I like that idea. Okay and?" "Livestream the whole thing from the savannah and wear the-", she continued but I cut in. "Livestream? Rose I'm trying to get revenge. I'm not a fucking hooker" "Of course not! But you do have an exhibitionist kink but hear me out", she chimed as I sighed. "Okay", I muttered.

Trigger Warnings 18+ ONLY This collection contains explicit sexual content including: Graphic MM sex scenes BDSM dynamics Dubious consent Power exchange Rough sex Possessive/dominant behavior Strong language Reader discretion is strongly advised. A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and dirty, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last

Carefully, I scrolled down, and there I saw more indecency than I had ever encountered in my entire life. They seemed to be videos available on the main page, and the preview images told me everything I needed to know. From a group of men with just one woman, to massive cocks, to anal play, a lot of it was stuff I couldn’t even find the words to describe. Okay, so I’ve touched myself plenty of times. Being thirty-seven, it's obvious I had a vibrator to play with whenever I needed a quick release.

The tiny apartment smelled like cheap beer and microwave popcorn. Ryan sprawled across the couch, legs spread wide, while Marcus sat on the floor with his back against the coffee table. Empty cans littered the carpet. The laptop screen glowed between them, playing some p**n video that neither of them was really watching anymore. "Fuck, that guy has no technique," Ryan muttered, taking another swig from his can. "Look at how he's just yanking on it." Marcus laughed nervously, adjusting his position. "Yeah, I've never understood the appeal of these videos anyway. They all look so fake."

My parents have Bella every weekend while my husband, my best friend, and I discover ways we could make each other cum at every corner of the house. I swear, I never get tired. I feel like a nymphomaniac now and I am not complaining!

Kristen was so thrilled that her best friend and brother had fallen in love. They make such a great match, she thought. She didn't think that they would ever have threesomes or that Carter would fuck skanks and tell her all about it. Just like Kristen didn't think her mom really made p**n or that her dad fucked every hot woman he could only to tell her mom all the details. Those were just the naughty stories that Kristen told. And she already had an idea for her next wicked tale percolating in the back of her mind. Well, a dozen of them. So many of them, but she needed inspiration to pen them.

Chapter 4 Luna’s POV “Kai no way you cannot be serious right now,” I whispered, my voice cracking as I sat there naked on the couch with my legs still spread and my pussy throbbing from all the edging. My juices had dripped everywhere onto the cushion and the coffee table. The main stream chat was exploding with tips that kept pinging nonstop and the OnlyFans side was even crazier with people throwing hundreds just to see what would happen next. He stood there right in front of me stroking the bulge in his jeans with one hand while he held the phone camera steady with the other.

"I've always been curious but never... acted on it." "Why not?" "Fear, I guess. Of getting hurt or judged." He leaned back, crossing his arms. "Fair but what if it's mutual? What if it's about trust?" We talked for hours, the shop emptying around us. He shared stories….vague at first, then more detailed, of past experiences, always emphasizing consent, communication. It wasn't crude…it was intriguing, like peeking into a world I'd only read about in books. By the time we parted, he'd asked for my number.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.