Sex In Cabin Novels & Stories

If I take any more, I'll inevitably pass out. His skin was slick against mine, holding me up, taking me back into the cabin. “That was the best sex of our lives,” Skylar purred, too sated to even finish saying the words before she passed out. He opened the cabin door and walked in, heading towards the room. “We need to wash off the mud from our bodies,” he said, eyes locked on me as he creaked the doorknob open. ‘Wash off?’ hell no! This was going to be a continuation from where we stopped outside.

Jake followed soon after, filling Lisa with his load. They didn’t stop there. After a quick break for coffee and food, the group moved to the big couch. Lisa rode Jake reverse cowgirl while Emma sat on Mark’s face. The women kissed and played with each other’s breasts the whole time. The cabin echoed with their loud moans and the wet sounds of sex. By midday, they were all exhausted but glowing. Cum leaked from both women as they lay together on the blankets. Jake was still half-hard, lazily stroking himself while watching them.

The ripped pieces of Maris’s wetsuit stuck to her skin. Cillian’s heart pounded hard against her breasts. He stayed buried inside her, his cock twitching with the last drops of cum. The cabin smelled strongly of sex, salt water, and wet wood. Rain continued to hammer the deck above them, but the thunder grew slightly farther away. Cillian kissed her neck gently. His lips felt warm and soft after the rough fucking. “I knew the last time was not going to be our last time,” he whispered against her ear. His voice sounded low and rough.

of it. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream, her hands clutching at my shoulders for support. We collapsed in a tangle of sweaty limbs, all of us breathing hard, the smell of sex thick in the air around us. “Fuck,” Jason said eventually, breaking the satisfied silence. “That was…” “Yeah,” I agreed, unable to form more complex sentences. My whole body felt like jelly, used and satisfied in ways I’d never experienced before. We spent the rest of the day trading partners, exploring every possible combination. Maya and I took turns with both boys, learning how different they felt inside us, what sounds they made when they lost control, what made each of them beg. At one point I was on

“But it’s been way too long. The last time we did it was two months ago, and I miss you so much, Max.” Damn. This is so disgusting! “I know, Stella. Tonight we’ll do it all night long.” Then there was no more conversation, and I waited behind the door, feeling a bit anxious. Damn, I shouldn’t have left my room until Zach came home. How long will I be stuck in the bathroom if they do it in the living room? “Do you want to do it in the bathtub?” A woman’s giggling voice could be heard. “You know me so well, darling.”

"Easy Ma'am. Let me finish before you start choosing. If you stay here in the cabin until the storm ends the rent is five hundred dollars, cash. You stay dry, warm and fed. If you go to your car you will likely be there for three days. If you rent my bedroom, alone, it will be another five hundred. That's for the duration of the storm. If you share the bed with me it's a reduction of two hundred fifty from the rent. If you have sex with me the rent stays just as I said and I pay you two hundred per ejaculation. Now, think it over and let me know what you decide." "That's outrageous! This cabin isn't worth five hundred dollars." "That wasn't five hundred a night. It's five hundred for the dur

The dusty old box hit the bed with a heavy thud, and Tyler’s face impression was pure evil. “We’re not leaving this cabin until I’ve used every single one of these on you,” he’d said. He meant it. For the next six days the blizzard kept the world locked outside while we destroyed each other inside. It sound almost cinematic, are we in a movie?😅 The sex became a nonstop, depraved routine. No rules., no shame. just us, and our raw, filthy need locked away from the rest of the world to interrupt.

He looks at Seb and smirks, “So, where to?” Seb smirks, “My cabin, it’s a bit more private than the palace. And then we don’t have to deal with Celine or George.” Greyson laughs, and it’s a laugh that has Seb’s stomach flipping. Gods, this was a fuck once, maybe four times then get out deal. He just has to hope Greyson isn’t mind-blowing in bed. He starts to drive, twenty minutes later they’re pulling up outside his cabin in the woods.

Grayson’s fingers set to work on my clit, rubbing it with vigor. Flesh slapped against flesh as we fucked in a steady rhythm, their cocks knocking against my front and back doors like they were trying to break through. The musky scent of sex filled the air, and the chorus of my screams, their grunts and groans were enough to shake the cabin walls. It was so, so good. We reached our crescendo with the headboard slamming against the wall like a battering ram. I heard a crash and a shattering of glass in the living room as a picture fell off the opposite side. “Uh . . . yes . . . fuck . . . cumming!” We chanted, each adding something to the list.

You should have finished the mating ritual,* she warned. I gulped as Maya opened the door. “This is Sebby’s cabin,” she said, as she continued to support me. I quickly took in Katrina and two others I didn’t know, chanting over a bed. It was a small cabin, just one big room more or less. Obviously a bachelor pad. I smelled Diana and had to wonder where she was right now. We slowly made our way toward the bed and once close enough, Katrina took my hand without even looking at me. I squeezed it and reached forward to put my other hand on Ben’s arm. I finally took him in and froze with shock.