Sensuous Stories Novels & Stories

I could feel a heavy, thick mixture of their cream and my juices trickling slowly down the insides of my thighs. I struggled to pull my dress up, my hands trembling so hard I could barely move the fabric to cover my bare breasts. My body felt heavily weighed down, exhausted, and hyper-aware of the soreness blooming in my pelvis. Every movement felt awkward, my muscles completely spent from the lingering sensation of Finn’s brutal hold and Kelly’s dominant touch.

One touch and my cock already flinched. “Fuck…” I groaned. Her hands and fingers are soft like cotton. With her eyes burning with so much lust and in combination of innocence, I fired up even more. “I’m a better sucker than your wife. Even than your boyfriend, Mr. President.” She then swallow me wholly and widely that I had to stop myself from being shock. “Shit!” Damn! This girl is so fucking good! All I knew was she’s so full of innocence. But the saying is really true. Those who have innocent face are the ones who have better skills in sex and oral.

Every sense heightened because they know what’s coming. By the time they reach the chamber, they’re desperate. Clothes already half undone. Mouths finding each other before the door even closes. The author would describe it in detail. The taste of wine on someone’s lips. The scratch of fabric. The way skin feels when you’ve been wanting to touch it for hours. I may have thought about this more than is strictly professional. Senna EMAIL From: quillan.west@privatemail.com To: s.holt@cityarchives.org

My sweater felt too warm. My jeans felt too tight. Between my legs I was soaked in a way I had never been from words alone. I could feel the wetness coating my panties and the soft skin of my inner thighs. Every time I shifted I felt it slide. I pulled the sweater over my head and dropped it on the floor. My bra followed. The cool air of the room hit my bare breasts and my nipples tightened instantly. They were already sensitive. I cupped them for a second and felt how hard the peaks were under my palms. Then I stood and pushed my jeans and panties down together. When the fabric left my skin a thin string of wetness clung to the cotton before it broke.

Without a word, they moved into position, the air was thick with anticipation, and the musky scent of our mixed arousal. My tight unfucked ass was about to be claimed. I shivered, pushing myself onto my hands and knees and presenting myself like the eager consort I was in this twisted fantasy world. How would I get back? I brushed the thought away immediately focusing on the fun about to happen; getting my three holes pulverised by their monstrous cocks at once! Lucien stepped up first, that veiny cock of his was thick and curved like a banana. He had been stroking it the whole time making pre-cum drip from the slit, and my mouth watered at the sight.

Mark suddenly gripped my hips, forcing me to slow down into torturous, grinding strokes. “Easy, baby,” he warned, though his voice was strained. “Don’t want to break the bed. Grind on me. Feel every inch.” I obeyed, rolling my hips in deep, sensual circles, his cock stirring inside me. The slow grind hit every sensitive spot, building unbearable pressure. His thumb pressed lightly into my ass, just the tip, adding a wicked new sensation. “I’m so close,” I gasped, glasses fogging up. “Your cock feels so much better than anything. Stretching your stepdaughter’s pussy in your own marriage bed…”

My gaze fell onto those dilated pupils that seemed to draw me in urging me to drown in my carnal desires. "Sera," I called out in a deep husky voice. "Mmm," replied Sera with her heart pounding hard against my chest and I could feel it. There was one word I could use to describe this scene: Sexy! Incredibly Sexy! I felt a divine sensation spreading all over my body from all te caressing I was doing to her ass under the skirt. She had gone commando and for this very reason I was already lowing my mind. I was keenly kneading her ass with a gruff groan escaping my throat while gulping hard with my adam's apple bobbing up and down and saliva sliding down my throat involuntarily.

“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.”

“Yeah? You liked that? You want my hand there again? Sliding up under your shirt… brushing over your bra?” “Yes,” I breathed, my free hand sliding slowly down my stomach. “I’ve been wet ever since the party. I can’t stop thinking about it.” “Touch yourself for me,” he said, his voice dropping lower, rougher. “Tell me how wet you are right now.” I slipped my hand into my panties, gasping softly the moment my fingers brushed over my swollen, sensitive clit. “I’m… really wet. My panties are soaked. My clit is throbbing.”

His tongue rolled with mine, slapping and teasing my tongue until I was gasping for air, then he captured it with his mouth. As the kiss becomes intense, his palm continues to caress my body, rubbing, pinching and grazing my sensitive skin with the tip of his fingers. My back aches and my head blurred even more, now I’m confused if it's the alcohol or the crazy sensations he caused. “Gasp!” My body jolted as his finger pinched my already sensitive nipple. With body trembling like a wet puppy, I raised my head to look at his expression only to meet his eyes which gazed at me with Possessiveness and intense lust and desire.