Sex Shorts Novels & Stories

The sex club smelled like sweat, cum, and leather. Sariah stood beside her husband, tight dress clinging to her thighs, panties already damp just from the moans echoing through the dim room. She wanted to feel something. Anything. Keon hadn’t touched her right in months. Their fucking had turned soft, forgettable—quick strokes, no filth, no hunger. She missed being wrecked. Screamed for. Fucked until her pussy gushed. A couple moaned near the back room, the woman tied to a beam, her tits bouncing while some stranger slammed into her soaked cunt from behind.

The girls who are standing in front of Sebastian while doing the shopping look at him with lust in their eyes. "Whoa, look at him!" A girl called out to her friend. "Oh, my goodness—he is freaky hot!" Another girl muttered, staring at Sebastian from head to toe. He is wearing a red t-shirt that is fitted against his muscular biceps while showing off his sexy workout body; he is incredibly looking tall and handsome in jeans while chewing the gum in his mouth. "Hey, he has such long, sexy thighs!" "I am curious—how would his thighs work while having sex?" The first girl licked her lips, staring at Sebastian's thighs.

And at present, beaded with liquid crystals that catch the light as they make slow progress down the front of him, catching to linger in the horizontal cuts of his six pack. Which is exactly what I’d like to be doing right now. I can’t tell if the heat is coming off him or me. Just that it’s entirely too warm in here for clothing of any type. Sean and I play this game in the bedroom. We stand on opposite sides of the bed, alternating removing one article of clothing and seeing who cracks first. It’s a game I usually win, because as a were, Sean’s handicapped—his sex drive is as impressive as his tool for manifesting it. The minute he sees the slightest hint of lacy underwear, he’s unhinged a

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Confident. Talia kept playing with her breasts, her thighs parting wider, her glistening center on full display. Theo watched her put on a show, her body screaming for attention. Sean’s pants stretched from the force of his arousal. Without a word, he pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside. His body was lean and powerful. Broad shoulders, cut abs, a slim waist. He undid his pants and let them drop. Talia gasped. The photo Theo had seen didn’t prepare him for the real thing. Sean’s cock stood tall and thick, hanging heavy between strong thighs. It was massive—black, veined, intimidating. His balls matched the size, full and prominent. The whole thing throbbed with promise.

Confident. Talia kept playing with her breasts, her thighs parting wider, her glistening center on full display. Theo watched her put on a show, her body screaming for attention. Sean’s pants stretched from the force of his arousal. Without a word, he pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside. His body was lean and powerful. Broad shoulders, cut abs, a slim waist. He undid his pants and let them drop. Talia gasped. The photo Theo had seen didn’t prepare him for the real thing. Sean’s cock stood tall and thick, hanging heavy between strong thighs. It was massive—black, veined, intimidating. His balls matched the size, full and prominent. The whole thing throbbed with promise.

Sean warned with clear amusement. His cock thrusted more powerfully into me and after a few hard thrust, his cock shot his hot seed deeply into my hole. As the heat of his release filled me up, I murmured his name as it occurred to me that Sean didn’t even bother to wear a condom. I also forgot all about that and I just let him do me raw. His cock felt so hot inside of me as it twitched around wildly inside of my sopping wet cunt. “I love your face when you cum. It’s so sexy…it makes me want to make you cum over and over again…” Sean whispered seductively into my ear before he chuckled softly.

Her grip tightened on the coffee mug. Seb walked into the kitchen wearing only a pair of low-slung gray sweatpants that clung to his powerful thighs and hung dangerously low on his hips, revealing the sharp V-lines of his pelvis and the dark trail of hair disappearing beneath the waistband. His muscular chest and sculpted abs glistened faintly, still damp from a recent shower. He looked *exactly* like her husband in bone structure and height… and yet nothing like him. The raw, predatory energy radiating from him made the air feel thicker.

And I’ve really got to stop feeling hot every time he does. He holds the door open for me as we walk into the sex store. Gunna’s ‘P POWER’, playing through the overhead speaker, fill our ears immediately like a welcome gift. I gasp at the sight before me: it’s like stepping into a fortress of sin. Every shelf is lined with all kinds of sex toys; each section seems to harbor a special, horrifying kind of deviancy. “Shibari? What the fuck is that?” I ask, staring at the assorted types of ropes.

"The skirt's zipper is on the side, sexy." Sean's shaky hand found the zipper and he slowly eased the slider down. "Good boy. Now take this skirt off." Sean tugged down on the fabric as Mrs Allen arched her back and raised her curvy ass off the bed, allowing the 20 year old to slide the skirt off her 36 year old body. She spread her thighs wide open. An expensive pair of lacy black panties the only thing between her pussy and his cock. "Sean, I want you to notice how wet you have made me. Do you see how dark my gusset is?"