Sensual Love Stories Novels & Stories

This was better. He’d had sex before. He liked sex. Liked women. But nothing and no one felt like her. Sex with Hannah Green was hotter than any airwave fantasy he’d shared with her. Their chemistry hadn’t surprised him. No, the kicker was that, after everything was said and done, he wanted more than sex. More, she’d said earlier. More pleasure, more sensations. He’d done that, all right. He’d kissed her and touched her and made love to her until he’d worn them both out and now here they were. Tucked up together on her too-small, worn-out mattress. Getting ready to go to sleep.

He didn't answer, Instead, he stood and walked to the window, parting the heavy drapes. Rain had started to fall outside, pattering softly against the glass. "Isabella was once loyal," he said at last. "But something changed, revenge, you see she was in love with me. I should have seen it coming." I suspected that. "Did you both... You kno-" "Yes," he said cutting me off. So she isn't just a love interest, but an actual lover. The thought sent a weird feeling through me... I can't possibly be jealous right?

like my name was sacred. I collapsed into his arms. But then Caleb was there. His lips at my ear. “Can I have you now?” he whispered. I turned to face him, spent but burning. “Yes.” He carried me to the shallow end, kissed my cheek, my mouth, my breasts, every inch like I was made of glass. When he entered me, it felt like floating—gentle, reverent, tender. But there was fire behind his eyes. His hips rolled slowly, deeply, as he gripped my waist and whispered words I couldn’t understand, too lost in the haze of his love-starved touch.

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.

Each movement was unhurried, teasing, as he drew closer, letting the anticipation build until it was almost unbearable. When he finally entered me, it wasn’t rushed. It was controlled and deliberate, as if he wanted to savor every reaction he elicited from me. “Ace,” a broken moan slipped from my lips as my body trembled beneath him. Damn it—I had never felt anything like this before. The sensation was overwhelming, almost too much to hold onto. “I love it,” I breathed, the words spilling out, raw and unfiltered. Ace pulled his tongue back briefly, his eyes dark with need, then drove forward again with force, making me cry out. “Yes… just like that,” I gasped, my body trembling under him.

As I moved towards the master bedroom, I could hear the sounds of pleasure and ecstasy slipping through the gap of the door. Looking thrоugh the little gap by the dооr, I saw my fiancée on all fours with her ass in the air, getting fucked dоggiе style bу Ellen, who had on a strap-on dildo. Selena's hands were tied and hooked up to the poles by the head of the bed. Mу fiancee has a small fetish about being tired and rendered immobile or rеѕtrаinеd. Once ѕhе iѕ, she's willing to go along with anything you want. She really gets turned on by it.

The ballroom glittered with crystal chandeliers and fake smiles. Isabella stood beside Damien in her custom white gown, the silk so thin it clung to every curve like a second skin. Cameras flashed as guests toasted the “love story” of the year. No one knew the truth—this was a cage dressed in diamonds. Damien’s large hand rested possessively on the small of her back, fingers slipping under the low-cut fabric to stroke the bare swell of her ass.

Yes, I felt my cheeks hot and a pulsating pressure between my thighs and a wet sensation pressed against my panties. "If i was born as a werewolf, then this hospital ward would be filled with the smell of my arousal.... Shit...shit..shit... What happened to me today....Lara.. For sure, you have to stop reading your fantasy novels and your k-dramas...." I shook my head and driven all those f*cking thoughts out of my mind. He stopped kisssing me in the middle and took a deep breath. He opened and glared me with his lust filled eyes. Then he suddenly lifted me in a bridal style and gently placed me in the near by hospital bed. He widened my legs and stood in between my thighs.

He smirks and kisses her lips, then pulls away and whispers on her lips, “Well then, I'll make you believe it.” As soon as his sentence finishes, his mouth turns on hers again, and she meets him with equal, if not more, desperation. When the cold air touches the skin of her abdomen, only then does she realise that he has already gotten rid of her robe. He pulls away, and his fingers find their way to her sheer bra. Gripping the straps, she raises herself on her elbow to help him remove it faster. The moment it is thrown in the other corner of the room, his lips are already on her peaked nipple.

Lena kisses me messily, swallowing my moans while her hand joins Clara’s between my legs, rubbing tight circles on my swollen clit. I’m losing control. My hips buck wildly. The pleasure builds and builds, thick and hot and filthy. Every nerve ending feels alive. “This is so wrong,” I whimper between kisses. “I’m married… I shouldn’t be letting you…” “But you can’t stop,” Vanessa growls, twisting my nipples harder. “You don’t want to stop. Say it.” “I don’t want to stop,” I sob. “Please don’t stop.” They don’t. Clara adds a third finger, stretching me open. The fullness is incredible. Lena’s fingers fly over my clit while Vanessa keeps tormenting my sensitive nipples, pulling and rolling them