Reluctance Sex Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

SERAPHINA'S POV. I should never have gone to that club. I should never have let another man touch me, let alone fuck me senseless until I forgot I had a husband waiting at home. I should have controlled my sexual fantasies, endured the boring, predictable, painfully gentle sex with Daniel and gone back to my toys like a responsible married woman and never set foot outside that door. I should have just gotten a better vibrator. But I hadn't. And here I was. What had I gotten myself into?

He was never late. I leaned back slowly, taking deep breaths to calm the heat burning in the pit of my stomach as fragments of my research replayed inside my head. BDSM contracts. Consent. Dominants. Submission. Orgasm denial. The words alone had kept me awake half the night. And the truly terrifying part? If Maxwell asked, I knew I would give him almost anything. Actually I would give anything. The realization made my cock twitch hard beneath the table, I squeezed my thighs together.

I wanted the floor to swallow me. Lucas slipped one finger inside me slow, deep while continuing the conversation about centerpieces. My thighs trembled. I bit the inside of my cheek to stay silent, pretending to study my notebook. The same notebook that now held vows filthier than anything Victoria could imagine. “Read the next one quietly,” Lucas murmured when Victoria excused herself to take a quick call from her assistant. His breath was warm against my ear, finger still moving lazily inside me. “Under the table. Now.”

I could see the desire in her eyes, the urge to keep her here with me tugged at me but not now. We can't have sex right now, I know Lana is still reluctant, and even though I don't want to admit it, I feel fuçking guilty. “Goodnight,” her angelic voice whispered on my ears as her lips brushed my ear lobes faintly. Fuck, is she trying to seduce me? Because I could stop her, she stood up from my lap and walked towards the stairs. I ran my hands through my hair roughly as I try to calm myself, I don't think I would be able to taste anything as delicious as Lana's mouth.

The way he'd slip his fingers inside of me, one after the other, giving me a fraction of what was to come. Tasting my tongue before tasting my lips, giving him the same suggestive affection in return by letting him use my throat. Bending me over the very surface of his desk and lifting my skirt before ridding himself of his own clothes and… Ding, new idea. "Sex stories," I spouted, pushing myself up from the relaxed position and straightening my clothes. "That's what I want this new exhibit to focus on.” "Do tell," Nancy sat intrigued, one end of her mouth tugging upward.

His grip slackened for a second before he regained himself. “In that case,” his eyes trailed on me, “I want you to remember that I don't do gentle sex. I make love in a dangerous way. If you want to stop the act, just let me know.” He closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them, they were apologetic. “Although I can't promise you I can stop once I start.”

I’ve lived a life of hardship, but it is my turn to let others pamper me. “The sex wasn’t a transaction,” First Guy whispers in my ear, his hand finding the curve of my breast. “That was us honoring your choice to stay.” His tongue grazes my sweet spot right below my ear, and I feel warmth flooding every cell in my body. “Now it is our turn to show you…” He trails off and takes my hand in his before pecking my lips ever so lightly, “…that you made the right decision to stay with us.”

he started, “it was during the first year that I noticed I couldn’t get it up. Something was definitely wrong with my sexual life. I had to visit the hospital, but it seemed like there was nothing they could do. I spent a lot of money and tried a lot of things, but nothing positive came out of it.” I stayed very still. I didn’t interrupt. I just listened. “Delaney grew tired,” he continued. “She wasn’t enjoying her sex life anymore. She wanted us to divorce. I was so blinded by love that I begged and cried on my knees, asking her to stay with me and give me a few more chances. Chances I couldn’t even use well.” He paused. His voice dropped lower. “That was when she told me that if we were go

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

“Naomi…” “No, no,” she interrupted, grinning. “I might as well spill since I already slipped up.” She turned her eyes on Jace, then at the men standing nearby. “You see, dear Adrian here and I had a little… fun the other night. And by fun, I mean the kind that involves silk sheets, moans, and some very, very intense passion.” A murmur spread through the room. My men exchanged looks, Jace stiffened, and Lucian was literally swearing under his breath.