Relatos Sexuales Escritos Novels & Stories

Sex isn’t like anything except itself. At the time, it is most like bodies and least like bodies. And afterward it falls back to lie in our memories, mad ghosts of lust rising up to consciousness on the train, at our desks, in our dreams.

The man was remarkable and he had managed to enslave me with his cock. My polysexual nature was seeing its last days and even though I didn't want to admit it, I knew. Having one lover or sex partner was a myth. Monogamy in sex was a sick strategy insecure men used to claim dominance over women. Yet here I was seeing myself being with no other man but him. Master Cole was different. Everything that had initially made me hate him enough to want to strangle him were the same qualities making me intoxicated. One afternoon while we lay on his bed naked he said grimly, "I think I must be bewitched."

Maxwell followed suit, spilling his seed all over my lips and face. I collapsed onto the bed, sweaty, messy, wrecked, and dripping with cum. All my muscles and nerves felt sore, my pussy throbbing, my legs couldn't stop trembling with aftershocks. I had no idea, sex felt this good, shouldn't have waited till now. Just when I thought it was over, the brothers switched positions. Ethan slammed his lips against mine, hands fiddling with my breast while whispering into my ear, “This is just the beginning.”

In the most varied and different ways, being smart and what mattered was how he did it; It was an agreement of sex and secrecy, in which in the midst of the powers of their bodies and seduction, in which of that Day on, none of them cared about anything else but satisfying their own pleasure. Disputing there, their dens of pleasures, in which power to shove in their two entrances. I started to cum deliciously, when he ate my pussy, and also to make him cum like a loco, when he ate my ass. When we live for another year this delightful romance, in the midst of its fantasies being fulfilled. But it wasn't really a novel. I loved giving it to Renato, but deep down I was still waiting for the da

I sputtered and goggled at her. “If Grandmawas here, she’d probably tell me to get do an in interview with her and publish it in the paper. Besides, I haven’t even had sex. How could I write about it? How does sex pertain to anything that would be relevant in the university paper?” “She’s right,” Cheryl nodded too, her eyes taking on the same faraway look. “You could bill it as part of sex education, or isn’t there a class on human sexuality in one of the departments? Psychology or something?”

If he heard or read something or saw it, he knew it. His second geeky habit was he read a lot. Gio had the unfortunate distinction, since the eighth-grade end of the year awards ceremony, of being the only student in the history of his school to have officially read every book in the school library. That was how he knew so much about sex and pleasing a woman. In a forgotten section of the library, he'd found a book he stole. The book was an old religious training book for engaged men called "The Act of Marriage." It was a book a pastor had written explaining how to sexually please a young groom's new wife, complete with drawings and diagrams. Gio had read that book cover to cover at least 50

He moved close to me and lifted my hand gently, brushing his thumb over the empty skin. I felt like I could freeze up! Grant does more with that single touch than my cheating husband ever did with his whole damn body. And God, that says everything. Everything I never wanted to mention before now, something I didn't want to acknowledge. Liam and I were… fine. Safe. But our sex life? Vanilla, too polite, and too boring. Which is probably why I found him with some one twenty-two-year-old intern bent over his office desk, fucking like his life depended on it! He was fucking her like he never fucked me.

They were all the stuff of his highly developed fantasies, leaving her body dec cheap whore. Smoothing the sheer, white stockings up over her legs, satisfying herself that they were wrinkle free, Clare picked the letter out of the box. As usual it was a single sheet of heavy cream vellum, with deckle-edges, folded in half. She spread the paper out. It was covered in neat, italic script. There were no mistakes, no deletions, no insertions. She knew that David had worked on it for a couple of days, before copying it out like some ancient illuminator of biblical texts. It was a script — her script - the distilled essence of his latest sexual imaginings. He would never have dared to ask her, fac

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

To make me his. I started writing these fantasies in a hidden notebook. Passages like: "He grabs me by the waist, pushes two fingers in, and makes me lick them afterward." "He cums on my face and calls me a slut." "He pins my arms behind my back and fucks me with anger." Writing that made me cum. And cumming made me want more. Caio found the notebook. One day, by accident. Or maybe on purpose. He came to my room with it in his hands.