Relatos Sexuales Escritos Novels & Stories

He paused, then said without looking up, “I wrote. ‘Patient deflects discomfort with seduction. Attempts to regain control through sexual tension.’” I sucked in a slow breath. “Well,” I muttered. “That’s not sexy at all.” “It’s not supposed to be.” My legs uncrossed and re-crossed, slower this time, not for show but because I needed to move. To feel something. Anything. “Do you think I’m disgusting?” I asked suddenly. That caught him off guard. Barely. But I saw it—the shift in his eyes, like I’d finally said something real. “No,” he said.

“Oh, I want to far too much. That’s the problem. I think I’m experiencing a serious case of mating heat.” “Hmmm… Pity that. I’m here at your mercy. My panties are already in your pocket. I’ve not asked for them back.” April couldn’t believe it. They were talking about sex between mates and with his warmth and scent surrounding, her she was feeling playful. With a male, she only remembered from gossip. A male she’d forgotten having intimate encounters. “Maybe this will help.” She straddled his thighs. “Now tell me about these encounters I don’t remember. How did they start? When did they start? What did you like the best about them?” Gerald now had an unobstructed view of her breasts. Her shi

“My love with a bountiful package. I’m always at your mercy. But I love to beg – crawl at your feet and be submissive to you. You have that hold on me. You have never lost touch with what my body craves. I need you more with each passing day. You make my life more interesting with all the sex moves you play on me. I wish your prude wife could see us fuck, then she’d know what she is missing.” “I love missing you. That’s exactly why I keep searching for you – even when I’m right in front of you. You are something special. Your pussy sings my praise whenever I speak to it. I worship every inch of your body. You are divine. Beauty isn’t more beautiful than you are.” “Tell me about your sexual e

A night of alcohol and drugs and two horny young alphas talking about sex in the back seat of Marcel’s car had led to experimenting on each other, exploring their sexuality under the guise of “working out what they liked” The experiments had become bolder and more regular as they’d expanded into watching porn and had learned new techniques together. Reid knew that most best friends didn’t jerk each other off regularly to porn, but the sex between them was safe, a way to explore his sexuality with someone he knew would never betray him. It had given him the confidence to take other lovers, and he’d never hidden that he did so.

He tied her in an especially beautiful and restrictive position — arms bound behind her back, legs spread wide — and spent the entire night edging and fucking her until she was a broken, cum-drenched mess who could only whisper his name. --- By the end of the second month, Liora was helping him create. She posed for hours. She suggested new paintings. She even began painting small details on her own body before he took over. Their sex became more collaborative — sometimes rough and punishing, sometimes slow and artistic, always deeply intimate. One evening, after a particularly intense session where he had double-penetrated her with his cock and a thick glass dildo, Liora lay in his arms and

They kept dropping back to my exposed cunt, pupils blown wide with lust. I didn’t cover myself. Instead, I slid two fingers back inside my soaked hole, fucking myself slowly while he watched. “I’ve been writing about you, Tony. Every night. Stories where you sneak into my room and turn me into your secret filthy toy. Where you fuck me raw while your wife is none the wiser. Where you breed me and claim me because this pussy belongs to you.” A low, tortured groan escaped him. His hand twitched like he wanted to touch himself — or touch me.

More cruelty. When the tears finally stopped, a new feeling replaced the sadness. I needed help. Real help. After hours of scrolling through forums and private coaching sites, I found him, Elias. A mysterious but highly recommended “private writing coach” who specialized in erotic fiction. His profile was minimal. No face picture, just a black and white shot of strong hands holding a pen. The testimonials, however, were glowing. One writer claimed he completely transformed her career. Another said his methods were “intense but life changing.”

Lila and Mia ground their wet pussies together, moans filling the room as they came together, bodies shaking. The rotations continued for hours. Ava to Leena with fingers and tongue, Leena to Mia with strap-on, Mia to Ava with double penetration using toys, Sophia to Leena with rough thrusts, Lila to Sophia with oral, and so on. The bed creaked and banged against the wall nonstop. Cum covered the sheets, skin, and faces. The room reeked of sex. Lena came so many times she lost count, body shaking, voice hoarse. They finally let her rest, but only to turn on each other. Lena watched them in a tangle — Ava riding Sophia’s face while Mia fucked Ava with a strap-on. The sounds were obscene and b

He set the glass down and crossed to me, stopping just close enough that I could smell his cologne dark, expensive, dangerously familiar. “Notebook?” he asked. I lifted the leather-bound book like a shield. My handwriting inside had grown filthier with every page he made me add. He took it from my hands, flipped it open to the newest entry, and read my words aloud in that low, commanding voice. “‘I vow to spread you open and taste how desperate you are for a man you shouldn’t want.’” My breath caught. I’d written it at 3 a.m. last night, fingers trembling, shame and arousal warring until I gave in and put it on paper.

Very long. Meanwhile, in the quiet little town far away, Renata bit her lip hard inside the darkened bedroom. Her body was still burning. Her slick fingers paused between her thighs as she read his reply. Shame scorched her cheeks, but the desire already raging inside her forced her to keep writing—describing every touch, every thrust, every dirty word that had been whispered in her dream. Dominic read every word carefully, his breathing growing heavier. The towel around his waist felt tighter by the second.