Sensuous Stories Novels & Stories

Build the tension, the shivers and the pants, Lunge the fingers in deep, swirl the lips and tongue over her folds, suck her clit until she squealed, cup her curvaceous buns in his hand as he lapped at her plentiful juices and then pull away and feel the squirts find his face and the intoxicating scent fill his eager nostrils. For half an hour maybe more he elicited orgasm after orgasm from her until she finally pulled his head away from her swollen pussy and motioned for him to return to kissing her face. The kisses were sensual and gentle, long and sweet. They touched each other with a sensuous gentleness that made each of them quiver with pleasure. Terry ran his fingers and hands across he

He jumped at her touch, and she pulled at his pants. Suddenly, in a swift gesture, he took off her tshirt and sweater. She shook herself out her bra, and he leaned down to lick the puckering pink nipple. She was flooded with warmth and could feel herself getting wet. She’d been saving herself for a special occasion and a special man, but her body screamed instead, now, now, now. His lips were circling her nipples, while his leg spread her thighs wide so that she could ride against him. She rubbed herself against his leg, grinding against him, using the desk as leverage to find a place she wanted to reach, if only, if only….She wanted to touch him. She reached out to feel his cock and they bo

I squeezed my eyes shut, and instantly, it wasn't my own touch I felt—it was Callan's broad hand. "God..." I gasped into the quiet room. I pushed my sweater up over my chest and unhooked my bra, letting my breasts spill free. My fingers cupped one side of my breasts, squeezing the soft flesh before sliding up to pinch my hardened nipple. A sharp gasp tore from my throat as my back arched off the mattress. "Callan..." I whimpered out loud, my hips making a small, desperate upward jerk. "Callan, don't... don't leave me..." I kept muttering

The intoxicating scent of your arousal flooded his senses, making his head swim with lust. *I lifted my hips obediently as Alec tore away my soaked panties, cool air kissing my exposed flesh. A needy whimper escaped me at the loss of the flimsy barrier, leaving me bare and vulnerable to his heated gaze. I could feel the evidence of my desire trickling down my inner thighs, a testament to how badly I wanted him.*

"The first lesson is sensory deprivation. You rely too much on your eyes. You need to learn to feel, to hear, to anticipate." She folded the silk into a thick band and tied it securely around his head, covering his eyes. The world went black. The sudden loss of sight was terrifying. His other senses screamed to life, trying to compensate. He could hear the soft rustle of her clothes, the click of her heels on the floor. He could smell her perfume, a scent that was quickly becoming an aphrodisiac to him. He could feel the air on his skin, cool and teasing.

“You’re good at pretending.” Her smile widens, icy. “Years of practice.” I inhale deeply and my eyes close briefly at her body scent. She smells like vanilla, not the oud kind, the soft scent that makes you want to lick it. I compose myself quickly before she notices. I wonder what is wrong with me. Why does this lady draw me in this much? As the night drags on, I do what I always do. Talk business with people who want to ‘invest’ in the company. I knew most of them were wolves who just wanted to stick their noses around and weren’t actually interested in investing, but I played along.

I looked up just as she parted her lips with the tip of her tongue, meeting another pair of lips. Even through the crimson darkness I could tell it was hard, deep, hot. My ultimate butch-on-butch fantasy coming to life. I had felt them moving on top of me—knew it was inevitable and was quite pleased it was happening so soon—sensed its fruition just in time to catch that first glimpse of my own personal goddess-sent, ambrosia-dripping dream. As the intensity of the kiss mounted, their fingers—working individually, then in tandem, then separately again—increased the intensity with which they fucked my cunt. They stretched me wider as the two pairs of lips worked each other over and two pairs o

As you embark on this journey of passion and desire, I wanted to share a personal note with you. Each chapter in this spicy collection is a piece of love, crafted to ignite your imagination and awaken your senses. From steamy encounters to forbidden romances, I've poured my heart into creating worlds where inhibitions melt away and pleasure knows no bounds. But beyond the heat and sensuality, these stories are about more than just physical desire. They're about exploring the depths of emotion, the complexities of desires, and the power of attraction.

My breasts were so swollen and sensitive that each flick of his tongue caused lightening to strike in my p***y. ‎ ‎I was so turned on that my p***y clenched in on itself and ached with the need to be touched too. He released my n*****s and I lay back on my elbows as he began nibbling my ribs and working his way down my stomach. He stopped at my belly button and he licked the water that had pooled there. I drew in my breath imagining his tongue delving deep in my p***y. His mouth moved downward and in the same swift motion as before, he loosened the straps of my swimsuit bottom and flung it to the side with the bra. He stared at my p***y for long before whispering.

Jenna's hands slid up Sadile's thighs, her fingers teasing the hem of her skirt. "You're so responsive," she murmured, her lips brushing against Sadile's ear. "I can feel your desire, your need." Sadile moaned softly, her head falling back as Jenna's lips trailed down her chest, her hands cupping her breasts. She was lost in a sea of sensation, her body responding to their touch with a hunger she had never known existed. Travis's hands joined Jenna's, his touch firm and confident as he explored her body, his lips brushing against her skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.