Sex Fiction Stories Novels & Stories

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

She had on a thick red lipstick parted to show a beautiful and inviting smile, and dark eye make up which made her eyes look huge that just drew me into her dark brown eyes. We went into the restaurant and we had a nice conversation. I mostly talked about my time in Germany, and my transition back into the states. We then transitioned into talking about the upcoming season of The Walking Dead, I promised not to spoil anything for her since I read the comics. After our meal, we walked to a nearby bar. In the bar we started off with a round of beers, and started talking about our sexual history a little bit. When we finished our beers, we started to order shots, and our bodies became closer. h

“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?”

Well, I can't fuck myself, someone has to do the fucking" I replied. He chuckled. I returned to his cock, sucking like a slut in heat. I made sexual sounds to excite him; years of watching p**n and reading erotic stories had taught me that men love hearing erotic moans from women, even if they are just for effect, not because my pussy is actually getting stimulated. The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days.

Warning: This is GAY sex story, please skip it if you are not into LGBT content. "Oh God! Professor Cross! Please!" Peter's desperate cry echoed through the locked office as Professor Damien Cross pounded into his ass with relentless precision. Peter was bent over the massive oak desk, his pants around his ankles, his shirt pushed up, completely exposed and vulnerable. And he'd never felt more alive. Damien's fourteen-inch cock stretched him impossibly wide, filling him so completely that Peter could feel it in his stomach. Each brutal thrust pushed Peter forward on the desk, papers scattering to the floor, the wood creaking under their combined weight.

Ch-1 --------------------- [Warning: this story is in the 'incest' category. As a result, the mother and son in this tale might have a relationship which you might find unsettling. At the end, when they kiss each other goodnight, neither of them has to go to another bedroom. The father already sleeps there.]

The next few days after that first night were pure torture and pure heaven at the same time. Ethan and I barely kept our hands off each other. We fucked in the shower while the water ran loud enough to cover my moans, on the kitchen counter when he came home early from job hunting, and once even in the laundry room while the washing machine was on spin cycle. Every time felt more dangerous and more addictive. I knew it was wrong — Alex was thousands of miles away trusting both of us — but the guilt only made the sex hotter.

“That is my good little witch. Already addicted to demonic seed. Your mortal body is changing. Soon you will beg to be taken to my realm. To be my eternal breeding whore.” He fucked me through three more shattering orgasms, filling me again and again until cum poured out of me in glowing rivers every time he thrust. My thighs were soaked. My ass leaked from the tentacle play. My mind floated in a sea of corrupt pleasure. When he finally lowered me to the floor, I collapsed in a trembling, cum-soaked heap. My belly looked slightly swollen. My pussy pulsed visibly, still leaking his glowing essence. The taste of him lingered on my tongue. The scent of sex and demonic musk clung to my skin.

Research proves that sexual relations between couples have countless benefits. For example, it is believed that couples who have sex regularly enjoy good physical health, they are closer and argue less and that their hearts are healthy among others. But whatever the benefits were, my only focus was to penetrate Sera's deepest depth alleviating this unbearable itch I had been feeling ever since I saw her in her shop today. No one knows how hard it was to get this woman interested in me despite all my misdeeds that she knew too well and after what my best friend did to her.

With the door to talking about sex cracked open, she added, "I enjoy a good sexual fantasy as much as the next woman, I guess. Which genres of stories do you like most?" "Normally it would be the hot-wife stories," Cheryl answered, "But I was reading a really hot incest/taboo story there the other day where the characters happened to be named Darlene, James, and Shannon." She looked Darlene in her surprised eyes and with a suggestive grin she added, "It's hard for me to imagine that's just coincidence. Did you write that story? Is that your taboo fantasy I was reading?" Darlene was a bit taken aback by her friend's blunt question, but her tone and the look on her face were certainly not judg