Novel & Cerita Sensual Stories

How does that feel, Tory. feels good?”“Uhh... yes.” His sexy voice had a throaty edge to it. “Doing this makes me feel good... more so when I look at you, and even more with you looking at me.” “That’s the best part about human sex, Tory...” I smiled sexily. “It’s not just a physical act, itsmore sensual and mental... that’s what makes it so special.”

Damien leaned in closer, his breath brushing against my ear as he spoke. “Be a good girl and spread your legs for me, Serena. Don’t make me ask twice.” My legs slowly fell open again, almost like they had a mind of their own. My hands were shaking as I slid one back between my thighs, gently rubbing my swollen, aching clit. Damien watched every movement with hungry eyes. “Louder,” he ordered. “Moan like you were before. I want to hear how much of a needy little slut you really are.” A broken whimper escaped my lips as I pushed two fingers inside my soaked hole, slowly pumping them in and out while rubbing my clit with my other hand. This is just like the books I read… am I not lucky?

“Now what are we to do with her?” “Anything, my dear Clara.” replied Narissa. “Anything at all. We can bring different men to fuck her everyday until her pussy shies away from cocks.” “Good idea.” “I know, right, Loretta?” “Or we could turn your into our very own Onlyfans star. Make money from videos and pictures we sell of you.” “N-no, please.” “What do you say, Renee?” Narissa asked the woman who had been sitting on the bed the whole while. “What makes her so special that our husbands want to die because of her?”

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

It’s sexy as hell. Call me vanilla girl all you want, but I love missionary. I love the feeling of his skin against mine when he thrusts into me. I love his breath on my neck when he explores my insides. I love sloppy and deep kisses while he strokes my insides. I love wrapping my arms around him and pulling him tight against my chest while feeling his cock in me. I love threading my fingers in his hair while he rests his head on my shoulder and still thrusting into me. That, to me, is the best feeling ever.

As I fucked Sandra's arse I looked down at her lovely body, face down underneath me, her Titian hair cascading over her arm. The desire I felt for her and the love that had followed mingled to take me to a new plane of sensation and wellbeing. And inevitably I felt the tingle in my balls that heralded an approaching climax that I couldn't hold back. 'Oh God Sandra, I'm coming.' 'Yes,' she hissed, 'come inside me.' Her hand was working furiously beneath her and I could feel the movement through the walls of her rectum. My climax hit me and I cried out as wave after wave of utter pleasure crashed through me and I pumped my sperm into my lover's anus.

I took my head backwards, moaning softly as I bit my lips shamelessly. It seemed to have aggravated him, as his pheromones spread out dangerously, invaded my nostrils. It was thick, claiming, choking. The scent of musk, spring, and something else. Something claiming, dark. It settled on my chest, then spread to my entire body, wrapping around me. Nicholas came closer, those golden hues not leaving my figure. I could hear his breathing, the control, the danger. He lifted both my legs, then positioned himself above me. My pulsing sex was exposed before him, and the way he stared at it made my body tingle strangely with so many feelings.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

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.

"You’re soaking wet for me, Selina. You’re dripping. Tell me, does it feel good? Does it feel like you remembered?" "Yes," she gasped, her eyes fluttering shut. "Please, Dante. Don't stop." "I’m not going to stop," he promised. He started moving his fingers faster, circling her sweet spot with his thumb while his fingers stretched her inside. "I’m going to make you come so hard you forget your own name. I want you to scream so loud the people in the next villa hear exactly who is making you feel this way." Selina couldn't think. The simple English of his dirty talk was hitting her harder than any poem could. He was being blunt, raw, and honest. He wasn't the sweet boy from Seattle anymore; h