Romans & histoires Sex Fantasy Stories

"Sex is always... boring with him so I never cum. I've been faking my orgasm since we got married." Seraphine felt the sweet sensation stop. Perhaps he was shocked. Maybe. The feather continued its maddening path, tracing the outline of her labia, dipping slightly into her entrance before retreating. Her muscles tensed, straining against the cuffs. "I'm tired of pleasuring myself... I want a rough fuck by a real man," she continued, the words pouring out of her now, fueled by the teasing and the darkness. He clicked his tongue, the sound sharp in the quiet room. "Interesting wishes whore"

You have to claim them. When he’d gone, because I wasn’t finished yet, I lay on the rumpled bed, and brought myself off with my fingers. I thought of how he’d behaved earlier, sadistic and cruel, reveling in my cries from the pinch of the clamps and the slam of his cock. Then I fell asleep for an hour or so. When I woke, my hair was in a crazy, damp tangle and my breasts were a mess of scratch marks and blotches. And he was probably eating wild turbot because he usually does when it’s on expenses at Saxby’s. I would too. The point I’m making: sex isn’t like it is in the movies; it isn’t even like porn. Sex isn’t like anything except itself.

Every lecture, every quiet night in her dorm, her mind replayed the scene, the way he'd pinned her, the sting of his spank, the feel of his cock slamming into her. She'd touch herself to the memory, fingers circling her clit as she imagined his hands on her, his cum filling her again. It was the best sex of her life, intense and forbidden and she couldn't shake it. She never talked to him about it, never texted or called, but she wanted to beg for more. The entire semester dragged on, her fantasies growing steamier, more detailed, until she was counting down the days to summer vacation. She needed to get back to work with Jason, to feel that spark ignite again.

“And most people just skim between the sex scenes, anyway, in these types of books.” Gregory laughed, losing his breath. “Most people don’t have your absolute focus on sex, Vixen.” “Shame, that. If everyone focused on getting off, they wouldn’t get into all other sorts of strife,” she was teasing him. “Do you want me to tell you a real porn story, rather than one from a book?”

Sasha lowered her pussy onto Abegail’s waiting mouth. Abegail’s world narrowed to sensations. The weight of Sasha on her face, the taste of her on her tongue. The relentless, pounding drive of Kael’s cock splitting her open, hitting a spot deep inside that made her see stars. The slap of Leo’s balls against her chin. She was a vessel for their pleasure, and in turn, her own pleasure spiraled higher, coiling tighter than before.

Her moans filled the room, mixed with the wet sounds of our bodies. “Harder, Zaddy,” she begged, pushing her ass back against me, her pussy squeezing me tight. My hands gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her skin, leaving red marks. I leaned forward, my chest against her back, and reached around to grab her breasts, pinching her nipples until she whimpered. My cock slid in and out, slick with her wetness, and I felt another orgasm building, my balls tightening again. The pizza box was still on the table, the smell of it mixing with the stench of sex and sweat in the air.

that felt like the most powerful ending for this couple. Okay, that was the heartfelt, literary reason. Now for the completely, utterly ridiculous and honest reason: I literally could not write another sex scene. I am not joking. We were closing in on 80,000 words on this thing! A hundred thousand words! Do you have any idea how many different ways there are to describe a hand running through hair? Or a deep gaze across a room? I was starting to lose my mind trying to come up with fresh, non-repetitive action. I truly don't think I would have survived trying to write a fresh, unique, meaningful, and non-absurdly-long sex scene at this point in the narrative. My fingers were cramping, my thes

CONTENT: Revenge sex, wet pussy, sex toys, multiple orgasm, gangbang, multiple dick. CHAPTER 1 Jillian felt a wave of nervousness as she approached the door of the nightclub. It was finally time to fulfill her biggest fantasy, and one that would make her now ex-boyfriend explode with jealousy.

The air was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and breeding frenzy. Selene watched for a moment, then joined them. She straddled Lucien’s chest, facing the female riding his cock. She grabbed the younger female’s hair and kissed her brutally while grinding her own dripping pussy against Lucien’s sternum. “Harder,” Selene commanded. “Make him knot you properly.” The female obeyed , bouncing faster, forcing Lucien’s swelling knot past her entrance. When it locked, she howled, body convulsing in orgasm. Lucien groaned into the pussy still smothering his face, his own knot swelling fully inside the tight heat.

I could barely breathe through the haze of need pulsing between my legs. My body was on fire, every inch of my skin alive and begging for more. I lay there between Jax and Rico, the borrowed t-shirt bunched uselessly under my arms, my aching wet pussy still throbbing from the two orgasms they’d already pulled from me. The air felt thick with the scent of sex,my arousal, their clean sweat, and that raw masculine musk that made my head spin.