Reluctance Sex Stories Novels & Stories

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.

IRRESISTIBLE HOT SEDUCTION is on HIATUS for now. It will be continued in a subsequent chapter. In the meantime, I would love to interest you with other fascinating short sweet EROTIC FORBIDDEN sex stories that you are sure to enjoy and love. Sit back, relax, and have fun as the journey to ecstasy continues. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [HE STOLE MY VIRGINITY AND GAVE ME THE MOST PLEASURABLE FANTASY I WILL NEVER REGRET AND FORGET IN A HURRY.]

I was a man with needs and all the talk about sex with a beautiful woman had been too much for me to ignore. Sex was not love. The mythology I had been studying proved that time and again. Sex was a natural stress reliever. That was my story and I was sticking to it. What happened between Leila and me had been a one-time thing. It wouldn’t happen again. She didn’t want it any more than I did. I knew she was worried we would get caught and she could lose her job. I didn’t want to put that kind of pressure on her. It wasn’t fair.

Brook's pussy was dripping all over her searching fingers as she watched and listened to everything. "C'mon, Daddy," Janice cooed. "Tell me what you did to our baby girl. She deserves to be loved, too. Besides, if you tell me, I'll let you in on something I never told anyone." Brook's mind was spinning like mad as she waited to see how her parents' sex talk was going to go. She pulled harder on her nipples while she pushed a finger up inside her creaming pussy hole and watched her mother slide down just a couple of inches, making her father moan. Then, she practically held her breath with her finger sliding in and out of her slit while her father told Janice everything about what happened: t

**This story features reluctance and non-consent as well as sex between a stepfather and his daughter. It is rough and hard and deeply unrealistic. This is fiction and only fiction, every fictional character is over eighteen and it should be read as fantasy, entirely unrelated to anything remotely acceptable in the real world. Nothing about this is okay, but it is hot to read fictional characters experiencing it. Apparently I am procrastinating my real life by writing far too many pieces of erotica about far too many different characters. Enjoy.**

If this scene was a fire, then the whole place would be red-hot. I just stand frozen, trying to ignore it all, as I feel Ivan’s eyes burn into me. My legs are now firmly crossed. I use my handbag to cover my clenched sex as my knickers already moisten at the idea of what may come. He moves in closer and places an arm on my lower back. I bite down my bottom lip, trying to control my nerves which tremble with anticipation. It’s been over four months since I last had sex and I was positively gagging for it. Yet I was too embarrassed to start on him until we were in the privacy of our own space. I was so happy I won that single room earlier in the day. It’s okay for Amanda and Esmeralda to share

The driver smacks his lips and turns off the music. “Miss, about a love story, we can't force it. Meeting each other in this life can be exchanged by hundreds of thousands of glances in the previous life. If fate comes, we stay together. If we run out of debt, then we go apart. You should also gladly accept it. Think about it easily, miss.”

She had confided in me that she was not regularly having sex with her husband; the spark was not there. Slowly I felt the sexual tension building between us. I would push the envelope and see how far I could go before she said that was too much. It was a Friday, and I had asked her if she enjoyed erotic stories; she said she did, but I would have to wait to send it to her until Monday. It was the end of the day on Friday, and she didn't want me to email them as she shared the iPad with her husband.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

The touch lingers. I shift, pressing my thighs together. My pussy is already getting wet. This is ridiculous. They’re just being nice. But my body hasn’t been touched properly in weeks, and something about the way they look at me—like they can see straight through my polite smiles—makes me clench. Clara sets her wine down and scoots closer on my other side. “Let’s help you relax. Tell us what you really need out here.” The conversation drifts. They share stories about the other wives in the neighborhood. The secret parties. The way certain husbands travel and certain wives… entertain themselves. Their laughter is low and knowing.