Relatos Sexuales Escritos Novelas e Histórias

It lit up nerves in a raw, electric way. “Fuck her ass, Kael,” Leo encouraged, his own hips twitching as Sasha’s hand worked him. Kael’s pace intensified. His hands gripped her hips firmly, holding her in place as he drove into her. The wet, slapping sounds of their joining filled the alcove, a vulgar, rhythmic music. Abegail’s moans became continuous, low and ragged. The stretch had transformed into a deep, rolling pleasure, a sensation that built in her core alongside the throbbing ache in her pussy.

Attached to a rope chain, it hung in the valley between Callista's large breasts. Since she had begun to explore her new sexual freedom after almost twenty years of marriage, Gabrielle had developed no small fascination with both alternate lifestyles and sexual adventures. So far, having spent the night with a man almost young enough to be her son had been the most daring of her erotic adventures. That fascination had extended to lesbianism and bisexuality, two subjects which were barely discussed the last time she was single. So far, her interests in the topics hadn't extended beyond the theoretical. Not including of course, her active imagination. An imagination that Gabrielle was sure at

I stared in awe as it seemed to grow in size and when it began to tent his trousers outward I looked up to see her quickly shoot a questioning glance at me. I knew by the look in her eyes that she was remembering our discussions about men, and our curiosity of the knowledge that we had gained only from books that we had found hidden on the top back shelf of our father’s library. We had found them quite accidentally when we were searching for a remedy for poison ivy. Shocked by what we had stumbled upon we ran to our bedroom to study the books in secret. Page by page we perused the information there and some of it was quite graphic in nature. Astounded by the illustrations that were contained

I opened my laptop, made some tea I wouldn’t finish, and sat on the couch like I was about to perform surgery on my soul. The cursor blinking, waiting for me to type. I cracked my knuckles. “Let’s write something hot, shall we?” I murmured in a try to motivate myself. That wasn’t going well, but whatever. Tonight my characters were supposed to be having sex. Eva and Lucas. But really, I was writing myself and Noah. I began typing, my fingers skimming over my keyboard very fast. Eva’s breath caught as Lucas reached for her. He kissed her hard and hungrily, biting and nibbling her lips like it was his salvation. She wrapped her fingers in his shirt, dragging him down with her. She didn’t wait

And now I had to write him a letter, hoping it would get to him and keep his thoughts of me alive. With a deep sigh, I picked of the pen, flattened my hands on the white parchment paper and began to write: "Until you, I had never done anything crazy. Until you came along, my tally of insane moments was quite small. I had been drunk exactly three times in my life. I had never had sex outside, or in the shower, and certainly not in a public restroom while people waited impatiently outside. I had never been spanked or gagged with my own panties or treated like anything less than a lady, especially in the bedroom.

Lila moaned loudly, her fingers in his hair, guiding him deeper, her hips grinding against his face until she climaxed, her body shaking with release. But they weren't done. Alex stood, positioning himself and thrusting into her slowly, feeling her tight heat envelop him inch by inch. He started with deep, steady strokes, building rhythm, their bodies slapping together as he gripped her hips. Lila wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper, her nails digging into his back as she whispered, 'Faster, don't stop.' He obliged, pounding harder, one hand rubbing her clit to extend her pleasure. After she came again, they switched positions; she dropped to her knees, taking him into her mouth,

Well there was only two weeks left to enjoy her and I was doing that as much as I could. Not that I didn't actually enjoy the class itself as I had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what I was writing was dirty stories, or as the web sites called it; erotica. I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews.

It wasn't placed the same way that he had left it. "For someone whose identity is on the line, I sure do forget to lock my room." he mumbled and opened the paper before bursting into laughter. "I wonder what his reaction was when he saw this," Inside the paper were written words that depicted sex. Valen, with the help of Lucan, had written a page full of a sexual scene with Iza being the bottom and Valen mounting him. It was written from Valen's POV, making it seem as if it was his wildest desire to do all these nasty things to Iza.

"Sorry, folks. Duty calls. I'll check on you two again in a little while." "Sex writers," I mused. "I wonder exactly what that entails." Noah grinned at me. "Considering a career change, darlin'?" I shook my head. "I don't think so. Although I have to say that I'm intrigued. Do they just write books about sex, or do they write erotic fiction? Or both?" "Maybe they also write scripts for porn," Noah suggested. "If that's the case, they need to up their game. Most porn is seriously lacking in storylines and decent dialogue."

His entire body went rigid, his muscles shaking violently as he shot a thick, hot wave of cum deep inside my pussy, filling me up until it was spilling out. We stayed pinned against that glass window for a very long time, both of us panting for breath, our sweat mixing together as the city lights twinkled far below us. The sin was committed. It was beautiful, it was wrong, and as Julian slowly pulled his thick dick out and wrapped his strong arms around my shaking, naked body, I knew neither of us could ever go back to the way things were before.