Sensual Story Novels & Stories

What our story is, from what I myself have just said, I already have the answer, but I wanted to hear from his lips, to know what he thought our story was. "I'm the one asking you that question, Ethan!"--- I take my cup.--- "What our story is to you." "An erotic, almost sexual poem."--- He begins to answer.--- "It is short like a poem, where most of what it tells you is about that, sex. But not just any sex, one that you forget after a few minutes. One that is remarkable, with orgasms so powerful they take you to the moon with such. They are remarkable moments despite everything, despite the short time you have together. You will know that it will soon be over, but you will remember every mo

Eager to hear what was transpiring, she pressed her ear against the door. Serena couldn't help but gulp as she heard Pearl's moans and groans, pleading for rougher penetration. Soft gasps filled the air, indicating an intense and passionate encounter. Her own body responded, a tingling sensation coursing through her. The erotic sound of Alex's stepmother and father engaging in sexual pleasure overwhelmed her. A wicked thought entered her mind, one she couldn't resist. Without hesitating, she pressed her legs together, attempting to relieve the ache in her already wet core.

Despite my sweater and bra, I still feel the pressure of his thumbs on my sensitive peaks. His hands move under my sweater, his fingers touching my skin and then he’s raising the fabric. He raises his eyebrows in question and I nod, knowing what he wants to do. I slide my arms out of my coat and pull my sweater over my head all within a second leaving me in a white lace pushup bra that’s practically see through. “Touch me,” I tell him again and he obliges, running his fingers over the cups before his face is submerged in my tits as he takes a deep inhale. I gasp at the feeling of his stubble scraping the skin between my breasts before I feel his tongue between them dragging along the same pa

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FACIAL EXPRESSION GIVING absolutely nothing away, Xaver spoke, cyan eyes blazing with unbearable heat it scorched her, "Fine. You want to know what I want? I want to tug your hair loose from its ponytail and bury my fingers in your curls as I teach you how to submit to me with your tongue. I want to bring you chocolate as brown as your eyes in bed and feed you strawberries with my mouth. I want to have random sex in dusty storerooms while the cleaner does laundry in the next room. I want to watch you writhe and buck beneath me before you come" Sweet Jesus. Sreya was drenched. She'd sat very still when he'd begun talking and now she didn't dare move. Her core throbbed as painfully vivid pictu

She leaned back, hands braced on his chest, moaning softly and deliberately as she worked her pussy along his length. It wasn’t the raw, angry, hate-fueled fucking she had with Jax. This was teasing. Almost loving. Deliberately sensual, like she was savoring every second just to torment the man watching from the shadows. “God, you feel so good,” Nova moaned, riding him steadily, her voice dripping with pleasure. “Fill me up, baby.” The guy groaned beneath her, gripping her hips and thrusting up gently. Nova continued the slow, luxurious ride, her ass rippling, pussy taking him deep again and again.

My voice was breathy, slutty, every word dripping with need as I spread my legs wider, giving him full access. The desk edge dug into my ass, but I didn't care; the burn only heightened the ache in my pussy. His thumb found my clit, rubbing circles that made my thighs tremble, his fingers plunging in and out with urgent slaps against my skin. “That's it, grind on my fingers like the horny bitch you are,”he whispered filthily, his free hand gripping my throat lightly, just enough to make me feel owned. ‘Your tight pussy is sucking me in, Sienna. You love being controlled by your teacher, don't you? Moan louder for me.”

“Your fingers feel so good spreading your cum all over me but I am so sensitive right now Riot every little touch on that tattoo makes my pussy flutter and squeeze. I can feel your load inside me still warm and thick and it is making me want more already. “ “God this is so nasty I thought how he has me sitting here legs spread on his counter covered in his cum with his name permanently inked next to my dripping hole like he really owns this part of me now and I am soaked just from the thought of anyone finding out.” He leaned in close, his hot breath brushing my ear while he pushed two thick fingers back into my pussy slowly and deep stirring his own cum around inside me making wet squelchin

“You are trembling, Elena. Is it fear or desire?” “Both,” I whispered honestly. My heart hammered so loudly I was certain they could all hear it. Seraphine stepped closer from behind, her breath cool against the nape of my neck. “Good. Fear makes the blood taste sweeter. Desire makes it burn hotter.” Her fingers lightly brushed my shoulders, sliding the thin straps of my silk dress down my arms. The fabric whispered as it pooled at my feet, leaving me completely bare before them. I should have felt exposed, vulnerable. Instead, a rush of heat flooded my body, making my nipples tighten and my core ache with sudden, desperate need.

I am awakened several times, gently but firmly pulled from sleep by their insatiable desires, by this craving that never seems to extinguish. The first time, it's a light, almost imperceptible caress that brushes my skin and makes me shiver. I open my eyes, still hazy with sleep, and meet their gazes, bright with an intensity that consumes me. They say nothing, but their hands speak for them, tracing lines of fire on my body, awakening every fiber of my being. I let them, I surrender to this wave of desire that overwhelms me, and together, we plunge into a sensual, bewitching dance, where each movement is a promise, each sigh a prayer.