Sex Adventures Novels & Stories

"And Aaron caught them too. Aaron and I accidentally met in the club and ended up drinking to the stupor. We drank and drank till we were not able to stand up well on our feet," "So what happened after that?'" Paige asked sitting down beside her. "We...we..had sex," "Uh?!"Paige yelled "Yeah, we were drunk. So drunk." "So what will do about it? Were you on pills?" Paige asked and she shook her head. "No?!" "But it's okay. I am sure nothing's gonna happen," "Something might happen not now, but in the future. You might get..." " if I get pregnant. He would be responsible for it," she looked at Paige with a smile.

“We’ve tried p**n videos online like doctors suggest. We’ve tried live p**n. We’ve tried getting blowjobs. We’ve tried normal sex with different women—but we still don’t get turned on. It’s just… blank. That’s all.” I exhaled and wrote it down quickly. Strange. Men like them unable to feel sexual arousal… it didn’t make sense. “And did you do it together? Like a foursome?” I asked, my heart raced even as I tried to stay professional. You are a doctor, Alessia. You’ve seen worse than this. Just not from men like this. “Of course,” Axel replied casually. “We do everything together. It’s more fun that way.” He tilted his head. “Have you tried it too, doctor—a foursome?”

Sasha reached up and played with my nipples, pulling and slapping them lightly while Dominic spanked my ass and pulled my hair. “Take it, you dirty little planner,” Dominic growled. “This is what you wanted. Two cocks wrecking your holes while we call you our cumslut.” “Yes! Harder!” I begged. “Use me. Breed me. Fill me up.” The dirty words kept coming. They called me every filthy name and I loved every second. Sasha sucked hard on my nipples while Dominic fucked my ass deep. The pressure built again until I exploded in the strongest orgasm yet. My whole body shook violently between them as I squirted all over Sasha’s strap-on.

He had a flair for the dramatic, and when he hosted these weekend getaways, they always bordered on debauchery. She hadn’t seen most of them in months, but when she stepped into the glass-walled cabin tucked deep in the woods, it felt like no time had passed. There was alcohol on every surface, music humming low from unseen speakers, and a thick, lingering sense of danger in the air — the kind that made your thighs press together. Amara kept her sweater on.

Emily is eighteen and has started developing a banging body, with perfect curves around her. The holiday had been going very well so far and we have enjoyed the week we have already spent here exploring and doing all the things you would expect from tourists and then at night retreating to the two side by side cabins we had rented. Tonight though Amy and myself had decided to stay out a bit later and have a few drinks, all night Amy had teased me, whispering into my ear the things she wanted me to do to her later so by the time we had left the bar I was about ready to tear her clothes off and fuck her in front of everyone there.

“Do you mean sex? No, I have never tried being fucked by a man.” Adrian shifted his seat and nodded. I could feel myself getting heated up because of our conversation. He is flirting. Is he? Oh, yes. I’m sure he is. “How about you? How many girls have you bedded? When was the first time and the last time?” I tried to ask casually. He laughed. “Three? Five? I don’t know. I don’t count my body count. I was sixteen when I lost my virginity with a classmate. She offered herself out of curiosity, and because of desire, I accepted the deal and fucked her.”

“I own this beautiful body. Every hole. Every moan. Every drop of wetness. You have finally accepted the side of yourself that the outside world would never allow you to explore. A community built on sex, pleasure, and endless desire. Here, you are free.” She leaned forward and fed me her full, heavy breast. I latched on without thinking, sucking her nipple hungrily. She moaned loudly, sexual and unrestrained, her voice echoing through the tent. The sound drowned out every last bit of my old reasoning. My straight identity, my old life, Leslie’s wedding — everything faded beneath the wet heat of her breast in my mouth and the filthy, beautiful orgy happening before my eyes. I sucked harder,

Dominic admitted. “My prick is so minute, my ex girlfriend called it invisible. Whenever we had sex, she just lay still, rolling her eyes or fiddling her phone in the middle of our heated intercourse. She always said to tell her when I'm done tickling her and would hand me a vibrator afterwards, to give her the real deal” Axel said and the guys roared in laughter. “Poor lady. What mental damage you must have caused her with your pathetic insignificant… maggot!” Anna scolded him and he looked down in embarrassment.

And at present, beaded with liquid crystals that catch the light as they make slow progress down the front of him, catching to linger in the horizontal cuts of his six pack. Which is exactly what I’d like to be doing right now. I can’t tell if the heat is coming off him or me. Just that it’s entirely too warm in here for clothing of any type. Sean and I play this game in the bedroom. We stand on opposite sides of the bed, alternating removing one article of clothing and seeing who cracks first. It’s a game I usually win, because as a were, Sean’s handicapped—his sex drive is as impressive as his tool for manifesting it. The minute he sees the slightest hint of lacy underwear, he’s unhinged a

“It's a Virtual reality club.” Cassia blinked. “VR? Like… video games?” “Not those kinds of games,” Ava said, smiling widely now. “This is… different. It's a sex VR. They scan you in, and they guarantee real body sensations and total anonymity.” “That sound insane, even for you, Ava.” Cassia quipped. Ava tapped her lap. “Exactly! Which is why it's perfect. You'll wear a mask and you pick your fantasy and no one would ever know it was you. And it won't be cheating on your husband.”