Seduced Sex Stories Novels & Stories

“They're really getting it in here!” Guests occupied every bed with various shades of brown limbs and bodies, twisted into every sexual position. The sounds were like p**n. Couples of varying combinations were in their own world. Although no one was really looking at me, I felt like I was being watched as I observed them. This was what me and Nathan liked to do. To watch. To get so turned on that we had to fuck the desire out of each other. I shouldn’t do this alone. I should be here with him.

The next day at work felt like absolute torture. I was the manager of Velvet Desires, an upscale adult store located in a quiet corner of the city. We sold high-end toys, luxurious lingerie, premium lubes, and everything a woman could possibly want to explore her deepest fantasies. Normally I loved my job. I helped shy customers find their first vibrator, recommended the perfect bullet for discreet public play, and smiled through awkward conversations with complete confidence. Today, however, I could barely concentrate on anything.

Freya asked, feeling a bit shy. "No, I mean seductive loungewear. Silks. Lace. Things that look effortless but make him stay awake at night thinking about you," Anastasia explained. "But here is the most important part: Make him crave you. Make him want you, and then... starve him. Men love the chase, Freya. They like women who are confident and seductive, but they hate it when it’s too easy. If you give it to him on a silver platter, he’ll think you’re cheap. You have to be a prize he has to win."

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”

I signed for the plain brown box quickly, trying not to look too eager and carried it straight up to my room, locking the door behind me. I sat on the bed and tore the package open. My new thick veiny dildo, it was even bigger and more realistic than I expected, two slutty lingerie sets…one black sheer babydoll and one tiny red crotchless teddy, the upgraded ring light and the sturdy tripod. My pussy clenched just looking at it all. I was soaked again. I snapped a quick photo of the opened box and sent it to HotFantasy88. **Me:** It came. Look what I got 😳 The big one is huge. I’m so horny right now after all that stress.

Girls that had sexual sex, much more enjoyable than my awkward and unsatisfying sex life at the moment. The story that stood out for me was based around a girl who went camping with her husband. They bunch made a couple of friends and one thing led to another with five guys fucking her, filling her with cum. The following experience came in the shape of a p**n movie among my immature man friends who’d put on during a party. In the lady's bleached blonde hair to her giant fake tits, everything about it dropped into the class of fake. Certainly not a turn on like the aforementioned narrative, but seeing her take on four giant cocks somehow made the dream a little more genuine.

“Okay. So how do I even start?” “Like any other conversation. Start slow. Let it simmer. You don’t go straight for the clit, right? You tease, you build it up. Do the same here. You could start with the classic ‘what are you wearing’ line, but if you want something that really works… tell a story.” “Story?” she echoed. “You mean, like, read erotica?” “No, I mean tell him something from your life. Something hot, or something that could have been hot if it’d gone just a little further. Something real—then spice it up. Let your imagination play with the memory.”

Sex is not that good that you have to cause a sonic boom by breaking the sound barriers with your high pitched howler monkey squeals. The sight churned my stomach. I just couldn’t anymore. “Zach! Autumn! How could you?” My abrupt presence ended it all. It was over. Woah, sex of a lifetime. I was trembling, transfixed at the spot with a facial expression like one who had just seen a ghost. The stall reeked of sex and sweat. I stared at them. They started back. Zachary Kings, my boyfriend of two years and fiancé of a year had his penis in the shithole of my sister, Summer.

And I wanted to kiss that freaking smug smile of his face! And then he removed his boxers...and my mind went deepdiving directly into the gutter. I'd heard the rumours, of course. Every female in the entire country had heard them. That all male Kings were ...arhm....well-endowed...down there.... and had a huge sex-drive that very few women could actually keep up with for very long. And it appears the rumors, in James' case, are true. At least for the well-endowed part. Wow...it almost scared me. Maybe a divorce was a good thing because that monster would surely never fit inside me. Other women, maybe. Me? Definitely not!

It was a perfectly executed erotic romping…almost as if the two wolves were dancing the tango. The magnificent alpha and his beautiful mate rolled around with grace and sensuality, licking and lightly biting each other in a sexy hypnotic way that was intimate and absolutely seductive. The passion and intense desire that burned in their every move was just beautiful to watch. The alpha and his mate would briefly stop rolling around and just stare deeply into each other’s eyes with such blatant desire it felt as if they were having a steamy foreplay to crazy sex. Then they would get back to their romping.