Relatos Eroticos Sexuales Novels & Stories

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.

He hands were made for sexual torment. He picked me up easily without warning and dropped me on the bed. I moved away from him but he was on me, pinning me down with his hands linking with mine. My chest heaved as my breath came out in slow heavy gasps. He lowered his mouth and bit my lips, a taunting move that made my body burn with desire. It troubled me how he was turning me on so easily and in so many different ways. It wasn’t normal. It didn’t feel normal. I suspected witchcraft.

Sebestian was seated against the headboard as he pushed Adira down on his thick and long cock over and over, chasing his own orgasm. "i-Im coming! Sebestian. Ooh, so good!" Adira screamed once again as she felt her orgasm nearing again. She was tired, but her body was still burning hot. "Come with me, baby." Sebestian groaned out as he sped up. He was so close. He felt Adira tighten up, and with a few more thrusts, he spilled his seed deep inside her. Completely forgetting any kind of protection. He loved the feeling of it spilling deep inside Adira. He gripped Adira hips hard and grinded her down hard on his cock and against her sensitive prostate; this had Adira coming again. And with a sc

I was so wet, so soaking wet down there. As my fingers glided all over my pussy, I could hear the erotic noise my pussy lips made as I rubbed them together; as they came in contact, the squelching sounds of my pussy lips sounded so fucking sexy, the feeling was intense, it felt so good, the sensation was too much, it was mind-blowing.

A one-on-one talk sitting in a table with a coffee in hand would be good, not in a bedroom with me writhing in pleasure! "He-he was my childhood sweetheart," I started, half panting. "That is the truth! We-we dated for several years and our relationship...ahhh...our-our relationship was...was on and off! Shit Eriol stop this please!" I begged in the end, not wanting his finger fucking get on my way of pouring out my past to him. "No. I will not stop. Continue Andrea. I want to hear more." And with that, he circled my clit, stimulating it, making me bite my bottom lip out of delirium. Picture me with measured breaths, trying to calm my lust by holding on tightly the white sheets.

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.

Swollen to record size, drooping with the enormous weight of multiple millions of sperm, he was again supercharged and READY! Sarah his loving mother positioned herself in the middle of the bed. She lifted her shapely legs up, her lovely feet pointed to the ceiling. She placed her graceful hands over her entrance, making a triangle, sort of a target. Pete was again in a daze, driven by overpowering sheer lust. He connected his hose to the wet excited entrance to his mother's garden of delights. Plunging in as he gently rolled her up, his mom was again in an 'L' shaped position, legs high, pussy forced wide, and penis pushed deep. Again and again, he dragged the sensitive head of his cock aga

he commands. And I do, crying out as the orgasm rolls through me. But he doesn’t stop. Just keeps pumping his fingers, working me through it and building toward another one. “Too…sen…si..tive,” I gasp. “I know. But you can take it.” He leans down and takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard while his fingers continue their relentless rhythm. The combination of sensations is overwhelming. I come again, harder this time, my whole body shaking. “That’s two,” he murmurs against my breast. “Let’s see how many more we can get.”

It seemed to all happen so quickly that we really hadn't put much thought into filling the void so we found ourselves most evenings to ourselves trying to find something interesting to do. Slowly, we found the sexual side of things beginning to heat back up. It began as simply more frequent sex as we didn't have to find stolen moments and progressed into marathon sessions of making love that often found us exhausted at work the next day as our play had gone on well past midnight. We had always been rather conservative in bed. On my part, I think I worshipped her so much I treated her like a China doll. Something like a Madonna complex. However, as we enjoyed our new sexual freedom we also fo

He looked like he was thinking. “Then there’s nothing to be done. But tell me, why are you repressing your sexual desires? You know erotics and sex are a form of magic, right?” he asked. “I do. But these things… I don’t… They can’t be fulfilled. It’s like torture. The dreams feel so real but they aren’t and it makes me feel… empty. Funniest part is that they don’t even touch me. Just words,” I said.