S X Short Stories Novels & Stories

When the last spurt landed on her tongue, the lights cut to black. Ten seconds of perfect silence. Then a single crimson spot illuminated them: Victor cradling Sasha against his chest, her body limp and shaking, covered in cum and sweat and tears, gold chains tangled around them both. He kissed her forehead, her eyelids, her swollen lips. The audience erupted.

My pussy clenched around him in rhythmic waves, milking him, and he followed moments later. His release filled the condom as he drove into me one final time, his body shuddering against mine, his breath stopping, then returning in ragged gasps. We stayed there, tangled, breathing. His forehead pressed against my neck. My fingers traced the scar along his ribs. "How'd you get this?" I asked. "Fell off a wall when I was seventeen." "Were you running from someone?" "Running toward someone." He lifted his head. "Bad habit. Getting worse."

Lexi They kept fucking me like that for what felt like forever—long, deep strokes that kept me teetering right on the edge without letting me fall. My whole body was shaking, sweat slicking my skin, my pussy making the wettest, most obscene sounds every time they bottomed out. I could feel their cocks throbbing inside me, both of them fighting their own orgasms, veins pulsing against my walls. “Please… please…” I was crying now, actual tears of overwhelming pleasure and frustration. “I can’t hold it… I’m gonna cum… I’m so close… Zach, Julian, please let me cum…”

Forever. End of book 36

Sloane wakes up to her phone blowing up. The blurry tunnel photo has gone semi-viral on soccer gossip accounts. Sloane jolted awake in her bed as her phone vibrated nonstop on the nightstand. The screen lit up with dozens of notifications. She grabbed it with a sinking feeling in her gut and clicked on the first link. The blurry tunnel photo stared back at her from multiple soccer gossip accounts. Two figures locked in passion, one clearly on her knees. Comments flooded in fast. Some mocked the rivalry, others speculated wildly about secret affairs between coaches. Her stomach twisted with fear. This single image could destroy years of hard work. Sloane sat up quickly, heart racing, and thre

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The cabin nestled deep in the woods, its wooden walls creaking under the weight of a stormy night, rain tapping against the windows like a secret rhythm. I stood by the fireplace, the orange glow casting shadows over my skin, my oversized sweater slipping off one shoulder, revealing the curve of my breast. I’d come here with him—my stepbrother, a secret I’d buried for years—seeking a weekend away from our fractured family. The isolation stirred something forbidden, my pussy tingling with every glance he stole, his presence a constant tease I couldn’t ignore.

She was suddenly aware of how shabby her jeans and simple sweater looked in this opulent space. "It's okay. Call me Damon." He gestured to the leather sofa. Ara sat, clutching her bag like a shield. Damon remained standing, studying her. “I’ve read every book you’ve written,” he stated. “All twenty-three. Your imagination is… exceptional. Filthy. Creative. It's a shame you've landed in this current situation.” Hearing a stranger acknowledge her erotic work so bluntly made her stomach twist.

Elena reached down to rub Sarah’s swollen clit in fast circles while continuing to grind on her thigh then Sarah came, hard. Her muffled scream vibrated around my cock as her pussy clenched and pulsed around Alex, gushing wetness that coated his shaft and dripped down to the table. The sight and sensation pushed Alex over the edge. He buried himself deep and came with a low groan, filling Sarah with thick ropes of cum.