Sex Novels Novels & Stories

Her body would crave sex like mad at precisely the moment a man was likely to turn tail and run in revulsion! She'd read all the advice in the sex manuals: ‘A truly sensual man won't be put off, etc ...’ but her own experiences didn’t match the textbook. She’d always met with shudders of distaste, and even with the protecting barrier of a condom, no man had ever wanted her enough to enter a body that was bleeding. Worse still, it was usually the macho men - like Nathan Levay ~ who’d ended up being the most squeamish. ‘Are you all right?’ His soft voice cut clean through her pessimism

He didn’t pull away. “Elias.” “Yeah.” “If I wake up still needing it—” “Wake me.” The answer was immediate and matter-of-fact. No hesitation. No attempt to turn it into something softer than it was. I closed my eyes. The storm continued beyond the glass. Inside the room the air smelled of sex and sweat and the faint chemical trace of latex. Our bodies remained close on the too-small bed, skin still warm, the arrangement exactly as practical as we had agreed. Somewhere in the wall the radiator gave one last uneven clank and went quiet.

She whispered to herself amidst sighs. Elena knows she enjoyed every bit of the experience and even wants it to continue. She is bisexual and has a wild sexual appetite that she has tried to tame because she has always believed Alex to be a sexually reserved person. But yesterday changed her notion. She now understands that he appeared reserved because he hid his sexual kinks and fantasies from her. She came to the gradual conclusion that if this is the kind of sex life Alex wants, then she's not opposed to it. As long as both of them are happy and their marriage remains stable.

He was tender yet insistent, his thrusts rolling in deep sensual waves that dragged out every aftershock. My pussy fluttered around him, another smaller climax following the first as juices gushed out in fresh spurts. My eyes rolled inside my head. “Fuck, Dorian…don’t stop,” I begged, as my voice broke. The sickness of my reality hit just then, twin fantasies flooding my mind like forbidden poison. Two identical men, same bodies, same cocks but different in how they claimed me. It was twisted and depraved. In fact, some would call it the ultimate taboo. Yet it made me wetter and hotter, my core throbbing with shameful need.

Ava The room smelled like sex — sweat, cum, and my own juices soaked into the sheets. My body was still twitching from the last orgasm, legs weak and trembling, but the four men surrounding me looked far from finished. Their eyes were dark, chests heaving, cocks still hard and glistening with a mix of my wetness and their previous loads. “Round two, our sweet whore,” Kai growled, grabbing my ankles and yanking my legs wide open again. “We’re not stopping until you can’t even speak.”

The rain at Siren's Point picks up and Aiden takes his fingers out of my core. My insides pulse from the excitement of orgasm. I've had sex before with Jaxson Miles. I was bored with him in bed and had to read sexy erotic novels to get myself going. Aiden's fingering and kissing me is more arousing than any sex I've had before. If he's this good with his hands, I wonder how good he'd be in bed with his body thrusting against mine.

The e-mail showed that Selena was Googling pornographic websites - specifically sites which catalogued and stored sex stories. As he checked the screenshots and the text which was being typed into the search bar, he found that she was looking for stories which dealt with S&M, dominance and submission, bondage and humiliation. The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later.

Jeremy leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, his t-shirt stretching tight over his biceps. “No, thanks,” she said, not looking up. He ignored her and stepped in anyway. “Sci-fi fan huh?” He said, picking up a stack of novels. “Yeah,” she said, low but a bit panicked because what if he saw? Just as he was about to dig further. “Jeremy, wait, don’t touch that.” Too late, he had already picked it up. “Oh?” he said, staring at the book, then back at her. “Dark romance? Erotica? I didn’t know you were kinky like that.” He teased.

Lips seal around the head. Tongue swirls. Tastes Mia's pussy on him. Ben goes to Mia. Enters her from behind. Doggy style. Grabs her hair. Pulls a bit. Dominant tug. Mia yelps. But pushes back. Takes his cock deep. Lena kneels by Sara. Fingers her own pussy. Watches Alex face-fuck Sara slow. Then Lena leans in. Joins. Licks Sara's clit while Alex's cock slides in her mouth. Sara moans around the shaft.

A few days later, pictures of my bare chest were all over the school group chat. I still remembered the stares. The whispers that followed me through the hallways. The laughter that echoed behind my back. After that, something inside me changed. Men stopped feeling safe. They became monsters in my eyes. I swore off sex completely. It wasn't like I was attracted to women either. Whenever I got horny, I'd reach for a dildo or vibrator. But no matter how many times I tried, I never came. I didn't even enjoy it. It always felt empty.