Sensuous Stories Novels & Stories

He kissed the sensitive skin along her inner legs, moving higher with each pass. “I begin with light touches,” he explained. “Observe how your body reacts.” He licked her outer folds slowly, Elena shivered at the warm contact. Marcus continued exploring her with his tongue, mapping her responses. He separated her lips gently and licked upward until he reached her clitoris. “This remains the center of sensation for most women,” he stated. “I apply varied pressure here.” He circled the sensitive bud with the flat of his tongue which made Elena moan softly. Marcus alternated between broad strokes and precise flicks. He gauged her reactions and adjusted accordingly.

Each touch of his fingers on my sensitive area sent tingles through me, awakening the hidden desire in every fiber of my being. I felt like I was drowning in pleasure in those moments. It was as if my femininity was a guitar string being teased and plucked by Marius. I tried to stifle my moans, but as expected, Marius wouldn't allow me to stay silent. For him, hearing my moans was a big deal. So, he intensified his actions, enhancing his seduction of my womanhood.

The disdain in my voice shocked even me. He growled and enclosed his large hands on the left-over skin I couldn’t hold. A whimper left my lips. Unlike my previous caress, his strokes were fierce. Each pull made my knees weaker. Why did it feel so good? It had to be his pheromones. It had been some time since I had sex. Having sex with some random chick or guy was never my thing. It felt uncomfortable being in the presence of alphas and omegas alike. Ryder never liked my abstinence. He tried to set me up on any and everyone. I often canceled. My libido was non-existent anyway.

3. LISA I’m completely lost in the moment, fingers buried knuckle-deep in my dripping pussy, thrusting quick and messy while my eyes stay half-closed on the laptop screen. The lesbian p**n blasts wet tongue sounds and desperate girl moans that make my cunt squeeze even tighter around my fingers. My other hand attacks my heavy tits, pinching my stiff nipples until the sharp sting blends into pure pleasure, squeezing the soft flesh hard like I’m trying to pull an orgasm out of them.

"The plane just feels bumpy." It's a wonder she's not hearing it. Maybe she's going deaf. He pulled his fingers out, rubbing my clit with rough pressure, so fast, pressing down on the bud with force. The pressure built, I couldn't help it. The silicone in my pussy made it extra sensitive , my cunt lips parting more than possible as I burst. "Oh God.....I mean the......" I gasped, eyes fluttering, cunt lips yawing open, splattering my girl cum on the chair. Bitting my lip to stiffle the whine didn't work.

WARNING! THIS IS A NON-CONSENSUAL STORY. PLEASE BE WARNED. IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT AVOID THIS PARTICULAR STORY. As I mentioned, I write based on the prompts readers give if it's not too extreme. This doesn't mean the author supports this in real life. Note: There are limits I won't cross when writing these collections, so when you request a certain story, don't cross a certain line. I won't write it. CHAPTER 1 The bar smelled like spilt beer and old cigarettes. A few people were scattered around the tables. It was late August, and most of the town was at the county fair.

Sre felt like a volcano fucking erupted on her. His second and third finger joined the first without hesitation and curled forward, stroking her walls with expertise. Sre's hip bucked once, crashing into Xaver's and he tried not to curse. His cock was throbbing so hard and the brush of her waist on his was making it harder to ignore the rigid flesh in his pants. But he wanted to see Sreya come. Her coconut scented skin, soft supple flesh, hungry brown eyes and sexy ass groans were clouding his senses and all he wanted to do was see her come. Hell, he needed her to come for them both. It'd get him off in the safety of his million dollar tiled bathroom.

“I love it when you say dirty things to me daddy" “I know you do" The slow fucking felt so good. I wrapped my legs around his waist and moved my hips with him. We fucked like that for a long time, bodies sliding together, sweat starting to mix. The room smelled of sex and sin Then he flipped me over onto my stomach. He pulled my ass up and entered me swiftly from behind. This time he went a little harder but still sensual. He reached under me and rubbed my clit while thrusting. His other hand played with my asshole, circling it with a wet finger

I felt exposed in this position yet incredibly wanted, my body responding eagerly to his every subtle thrust upward. Mr. Kane’s hands roamed my back and sides, occasionally squeezing my ass as I rode him. The sensations overwhelmed my senses, blending physical bliss with the emotional weight of crossing this line with my teacher. I arched my back, chasing the building ecstasy while my heart pounded with a mix of fear and exhilaration.

Every time he turns, the muscles in his neck tighten, and I am reminded of how those same muscles looked under the moonlight in my room. "Sensory detail is the bridge between the page and the soul," he continues, his voice dropping an octave as he stops right in front of my row. The smell of him is overwhelming now, thick and intoxicating. I can feel the heat radiating off his body, a silent, invisible force. "Touch is not just about contact. It is about the anticipation of it. The way the air thrums before a hand even brushes yours. The way a scent can trigger a memory so visceral it makes your pulse race."