Sex Lines Novels & Stories

The receptionist asked when she saw Kate moving over. “Yeah…” She sighed. “Did…” “A lesbian sex? Oh c'mon. It doesn’t matter. You do all that for money.” The receptionist said. As if something struck her mind, she dragged Kate closer and lowered her voice. “I heard the test videos with the sex gods is hit in the market. How were you able to coax both men?” Coax? Hell, that sounded like an accusation. Of course, she didn’t coax either of them but she can’t forget the look they wore on their faces as if struggling in who will pleasure her more than the other.

"Why doesn't anyone who wishes to continue, find a slave and we'll begin." Reginald and Marjorie lined up in front of Julia and Ron, Jerry took Gwen, Chen took Reneé, Sarah took Lisa, Harold and Mary took Slut and Rose. Mistress Dark asked me to pause for a few minutes while she got some items out of her van. I went with her to open the door of the garage and close it when she returned. She rummaged around in the back and grabbed four boxes and came back to the house. She handed them to me saying, "I'm donating these to the cause." They all contained strap-ons or the non strap-on equivalent for women which they could insert in their own vagina. "They all vibrate," she said. If a male client

Seline was reviewing some travel documents when he cleared his throat. "Seline, can I have a word?" he asked, trying to keep his tone casual. Seline looked up, surprised by the request. "Of course, Mr. Sweet. What's on your mind?" Sweet hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "I've noticed you've been spending more time talking to someone recently. Is there something you're not telling me?" Seline's heart skipped a beat, caught off guard by his question. She knew she couldn't reveal the true nature of her relationship with King, as it would only lead to more questions. "Oh, it's just a friend, Mr. Sweet. Nothing serious."

************ Mature Content Ahead (bxb) Deep moans and groans of painful pleasure, as well as slaps of raw flesh, could be heard in a dim cold room that evening. A gorgeously built man hovered over the beautiful pale skinned moaning man, his alluring thin lips sporting an arousing seductive smile as he thrust his enormous hardness into the man beneath him with an unstoppable force. He threw his head back and closed his eyes while trying his best to breathe steadily. His long white purple hair was strewn across his powerfully muscled back, with a few strands sleeping on his forehead thanks to sweat glistening on his head and body as he thrust with vigour into the other man.

"We could be so good together." Oh Lordy. "It's not going to happen. You've already admitted that you're having sex with ten other women." "Vampire sex. It's an impersonal experience. Each participant is alone in his or her bed." Participant? Like a team of soccer plaYers, working one feast down the field? "Are you saying you do it with all ten at the same time?" He shrugged. "It's the most time efficient method of keeping them all satisfied." "Oh my God." Aya slapped a hand across her forehead. "Assembly line sex? You'd make Henry Ford proud."

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

NANCY'S POV The bell above the door chimed softly as we entered. The shop was small but nicely lit, with soft warm lighting and dark walls that made everything feel private. It smelled faintly of vanilla and something clean, like new fabric. Shelves lined the walls with lingerie in every color—lace bras, silky robes, tiny panties that looked like they would barely cover anything. There was a whole section for toys: vibrators in different shapes and sizes, some sleek and modern, others more discreet. Handcuffs hung on a display, some soft and padded, others metal and serious-looking. There were butt plugs in neat rows, bottles of lube, blindfolds, and other things I didn’t even have names for

I couldn’t stop shaking, my fingers hovered over the page, frozen in place even though my journal was still open on the bed, Lane’s voice from our last session echoed in my head, telling me to push through the urges, but it was impossible to hear him without remembering the warmth of his hand on my back… the weight of his gaze. The challenge had been simple, thirty days without sex, I’d barely made it past four.

“No young lady, until you accept to give to the orphans, there’ll be no sex for you” “I don’t want sex, all I ask for is a quickie. Just the tip" She replied, licking his neck lazily as her hand found his buckle. His limp shaft revived immediately and hot arousal shot through him. His hand found her hook and with a little snap, he released her white, huge breasts. He dug his face into them, earning a moan and laugh from Isabelle who stroked his shaft lightly. "Stop, you still haven't agreed" Alessandro moved back slightly and she pouted with a frown, drawing him closer.

I held his hand. " Why?" He asked. " No problem." A blunt object is now entering my hole, making me sigh. Starting with a slow tempo, his hand touches my body in a friendly manner and he increases the tempo to a fast one way. I put my arm around his shoulder for the long blunt object to go deeper and pump it fast. Our bodies are both sweaty. "Please, don't end." I say as we chase gratification, I wrap my arms around his shoulders tightly following his fast tempo and make the long and dull object pierce deeper into my hole. I didn't want him to end this hot day so quickly, no matter how many times I climaxed.