Romance Sex Novels & Stories

My legs shook as I lay in bed, exhausted, with my eyes shut. Ben was in complete control of my body, just like I always wanted it. What can I say? I love rough and, of course, romantic sex! I don’t think I can ever be a nun! I love getting fucked! And I’m sure you wish to be me, or you’re already like me! Perhaps. Have you ever had sex like this in your life? Well, this is me living my life.

Both of them were stiff and seemed to be about to pass out of a trance but resumed having sex as if they were lusting after the flesh. "Aaah! Fuck, delicious!" Romana roared. She tightly clings to Vincent's shoulder as her urine runs down her leg. Vincent was right, he didn't stop until she peed. "H-Hold on! Wait for me! Ugh! Ugh! Fuck! You taste so good, Mommy!" She held Vincent's hair tightly until she felt his hot liquid squirt inside her. "One more time, Mommy. Let's do the 69 position," Vincent grunted again.

“It was stupid of me to think I could ever live without you.” Roman had always been a passionate lover, but this was the first time we had sex like this. It was raw, filled with a frenzy of emotions. Anger, need, frustration and passion. “Never leave me,” I said, cupping his face as I shook my head. I hadn’t noticed the tears that rolled down my cheeks until Roman wiped them away. “Never,” he murmured, kissing me softly, the exact opposite of his thrust, which never slowed down. He kept mumbling apologies, taking my nipples between his lips while he reached where our bodies joined, circling my clit with his thumb.

"How romantic. You make it sound like a business transaction." Adriano smirked, unbothered by her barb. He could read the sarcasm in her tone. He smirked. "A little correction, babygirl. I was never one for romance. Never believed in it and never pretended otherwise. It's always been about sex, sex and only sex, nothing else. I’ve fucked a dozen of women before your mother but none of them were enough to truly satisfy me or bear the intensity of what I need, what I demand.” Anny's breathing had become noticeably shallower. Her nipples were hard peaks beneath her bikini top and he knew it wasn't from the cold water.

Dom’s cock is out, and he is slamming into her cunt relentlessly. “I would like to fuck you like this. Imagine the two of us in that playroom.” Her breath hitches. “It means we will have sex in the open?” she asks me wide eyed. I take her palm and kiss her fingers. “No… Sex on stage is not tolerated. Although players can have sex in playrooms… Like they are having.”

Lena wrapped a leg around him, pulling him deeper, her nails raking down his back as the tension coiled tighter. Their rhythm grew frantic, bodies slick with sweat, the air thick with the scent of sex. Jason's thrusts became erratic, his cock swelling inside her. With a final, deep plunge, he came, groaning against her skin as hot ropes of cum flooded her pussy, spilling deep into her core.

he asked me. I nodded, pressing a kiss on his lips that slowly deepened. Fingers strummed my clit while the tip of his cock began pressing inside of me. I appreciated being given time to adjust, but I wasn’t certain how much adjusting could occur with how massive Roman was. It felt like he was being squeezed inside of me. His kiss grew more demanding as he pulled out some and pushed back inside of me. ‘You could help him along,’ Storm suggested. ‘It’ll hurt either way, but our fire can also be used for pleasure too…’

His hands were in my hair, guiding me as I worked to bring him to the edge and over. As Xavier's climax drew near, he abruptly rolled me onto my back and entered me with intense force. It was anything but gentle; it was raw and rapid, sending waves of pleasure rippling through my body. His lips trailed a path down my neck, leaving marks that would later be difficult to explain away. Every touch from him elicited an eager response from my body, and I craved more. With each touch and thrust, our passion for each other intensified. This wasn't just sex; it was something deeper and more profound than I had ever experienced before.

"That was awesome." "You don't think it was wrong? I mean, that was basically incest." "Well, maybe a little naughty, but not like, wrong wrong. And it definitely wasn't incest. We didn't have sex." "I know it wasn't sex but...I think it rates a little more than 'a little naughty,' don't you think?" Roman smiled. "Really naughty, then. Really, really naughty." Angelica giggled and then straightened up. "Roman. What we did was...nice, and I liked it. Even though I think it was a little more than 'really naughty." She paused. "But, Roman.... We cannot have sex."

"Wowowo! Shocking revelation, friends! I never expected that! So, you're telling me that... don't you believe in love? Or rather... do you think the love for someone can somehow damage your career?" "Christine, c'mon. We are two adult women, and I think the same goes for the people listening to us, so let's face it. The love people see in the movies doesn't exist. Romance doesn't exist. The only thing that exists and is tangible is sex, pure, violent, wild. A mixture of feelings of pleasure and smells ready to be discovered", Kora replied, looking out of the corner of her eye at that incredibly charming man, who continued to hold the empty glass in his hands and rub it softly with his finger