Sex Maker Novels & Stories

My brow furrowed in rage, but the dummy in front of me is simply too stupid to understand. "It's great to have sex with two guys. One will be in the front, the others in the back, and we will all snap while fucking like there's no tomorrow, and you will scream my name." He declares, advising… Gush. Only God knows who's advicing about threesome erotic sex. As I breathe in, I force myself not to let my breath out because letting my breath out will turn me into a murderer. "Of course, I'm going to pay you five hundred million dollars for your services." He added.

Kinks: gloryhole, multiple cocks, rough sex, exhibitionism Sara's heart thumped wildly in her chest as she and Mia entered the dimly lit, pulsing gloryhole bar. The heavy bass reverberated through the walls, vibrating every nerve ending in her body. The humid air hit her skin like a caress, carrying with it the scent of sex and taboo promises. It was their 27th birthday, and this was the ultimate gift they had fantasized about for months - a night of pure, anonymous indulgence.

My heart was pounding, a mix of anger and something sharper, jealousy, maybe that I didn’t want to name. Adrian just smiled, unfazed. He didn’t flinch at my sudden outburst instead, he slowly sat down, grabbed the cup of coffee, and took a slow sip, savoring it while his eyes stayed locked on mine. "Relax, Ethan. I don’t know why you’re getting all worked up. Anyway it would be pointless explaining it to you, but I’ll try my best to say it in words that you might be able to understand. Well, in case you don’t know, I have a master’s degree in psychology and what better way to put that into use if not by diving deeper? So, you know what I did? I ended up becoming a sexologist. Now, you may be

"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."

This is precisely why I pay for high-priced escorts—they understand that sex is transactional. At my sex club in London, I have a few regulars who are open to exploring kinkier activities with me. It provides a refreshing change of pace. I enjoy variety—spanking, bondage, sex toys, you name it. Every now and then, I indulge in these play sessions when I have the time. However, most encounters are the usual: sex from behind, against a wall, desk, sofa, bed, or any available surface. Once it’s over, I pay the woman and she departs. Hasta la vista. No overnights. One and done. No commitments.

☆ Intensely graphic sexual descriptions: Detailed, prolonged, and highly explicit scenes of penetration, oral sex, anal sex, manual stimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampies, cum play, swallowing, facials, and every conceivable sex act described in raw, unfiltered detail—including sounds, sensations, tastes, smells, and physical responses. ☆ Extreme sexual kinks and fetishes: BDSM (bondage, discipline, dominance/submission, sadomasochism), impact play, spanking, flogging, whipping, caning, choking, breath play, knife play, blood play, edge play, wax play, electro-play, pet play, age play, CNC (consensual non-consent), breeding kink, impregnation fantasy, free-use, somnophilia (slee

Warning: Explicit sexual content, group sex, extremely rough sex, BDSM elements, consensual intense experience. 18+ only. All characters are adults. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.

Felix poured himself a drink, his eyes locked on the way Eden’s lips stretched around me. "Felix is the architect of pleasure," I told her, the pressure in my groin reaching a steady, thrumming ache. "He runs the underground clubs—the sex clubs, the dens of vice, and every establishment where men pay to forget their morals. He understands the currency of the flesh better than anyone. If there is a desire to be met, Felix owns the venue." Eden moved faster now, her hair falling over her face as she gave herself entirely to the task. She was proving she could handle the weight of our secrets while attending to my needs with a focus that was nothing short of professional.