Sex Shorts Novels & Stories

Roxane only glanced at Carrissa—who always seemed to have her eyebrows permanently furrowed—before heading straight to Dark’s luxurious underwear drawer. She gasped. “WOW!” It looked like a boutique! Seriously, these were just underwear, but it felt like they had their own VIP section. Everything was neatly arranged—folded like they were pressed by a ceremonial guard. “Wow… even the boxer shorts, briefs, and… is this silk?!” She scratched her head, eyes practically drooling.

The hotel door clicks shut behind us. City lights flood through the wide windows and paint the king-sized bed in molten gold. The room feels like a secret cocoon. The air is thick with the scent of what we just did in that booth. Leo’s cedar cologne mixes with the sharp, salty smell of sweat and sex that still clings to my skin. My body hasn’t stopped trembling. His cum leaks slowly from my pussy and soaks into my torn panties. Every step reminds me how close we came to getting caught.

She moaned, moving her hips under him. Xavier seemed to remember something, he paused pulling away from her, as he reached for the drawer, looking for something. Found! He tore the sealed condom, with his teeth, putting on the latex material, as it wrapped around his dick, fitting it perfectly. He returned to the girl, who eyed his every movement, her patience running slow as she couldn't wait to get rammed by him. Xavier took in a mouthful of her plump breast, as he used to his knees to widen her legs, and guided his dick into her.

At the moment, I was wearing plain white tennis shoes, but I had a pair of black, come-fuck-me heels in my weekend luggage for later. "So fucking sexy," Dex said as he wrapped his arms around my waist. I shuddered, feeling his size and strength envelope me. My nipples hardened, turning into tight, knotted buds that pushed against my top over the support of my slutty shelf bra. "Are you wearing a bra?" Dex asked, raising his right hand and cupping the underside of my heavy breast. "Yes and no," I said with a shaky breath. "Only a shelf bra." As my husband's groin pressed into me, I turned my ass in a sexy circle against the lump in his khakis. "And no panties."

If Seungcheol will penetrate her right now, she's afraid that the remaining 10 minute won't be enough. However, Seungcheol has another plan. "I'm wearing my boxer," he informed. Righ then, when he slid down his pants, his Calvin Klein boxer appeared. Celine's eyes settled on the blot on his boxer. Sure she couldn't see his manho*d but through the line around his boxer, she could create an image where she can really see it bare. Heat rose on her cheeks. She looked up then accidentally met his gaze. "Why are you acting as if you just saw it for the first time?" Seungcheol chuckled before he positioned her above him. "Hmmmm," he growled. With thin fabrics, he felt her soak entrance.

After having an explosive orgasm into one of his discarded sweat socks, Elias saw that Selena had moved on and was now Googling sites which had free sex pictures for viewing. Many of the photos showed women, in various states of bondage, being clamped, whipped, spanked, or cum on. Other pictures showed women on their knees gagging on massive cocks, which filled their mouths and throats, all eventually getting cum facials. Yet others had women getting gang banged by numerous men, filling all of their orifices at once. Elias was floored. He had never expected this!!! On a whim, Elias grabbed the phone and dialed Selena's number, hoping to catch her in an awkward moment. "Hello."

“And... what are you wearing?” He slowly stood up, revealing a visible erection in black boxer briefs. Jesus Christ! I swallowed because I did not know Remy was that hung. The print was thicker than I imagined. “Just boxers. You like them?” I nodded, unable to say anything else. He watched as my eyes lingered there. His hands followed, stroking his length outside of his boxers. I let out the smallest of gasps, feeling my pussy tense at the sight of him. “When’s the last time you touched yourself, Rene?” Remy asked me, nearly word-for-word to Nathan’s inquiry weeks before.

Electricity shot through them both. Alex felt it straight to his groin, his cock twitching hard in the confines of his shorts, the shaft thickening against the seam until it pressed insistently outward. Minutes ticked by, sweat pouring freely now. Liam's own tank top plastered to his torso, the fabric translucent over his defined abs, every ridge and cut standing out as his muscles worked. Alex stole a look, his gaze dropping to the front of Liam's loose pants. There it was—the clear outline of Liam's cock, thick and straining against the material, the head pushing forward with each step.

“You’ve been thinking about me all day, haven’t you, baby? That virgin cock hard in your shorts while you tried to focus on anything else.” He nodded, his cheeks flushed. The front of his shorts was already tented, a small wet spot forming where his tip leaked. I stepped closer, pressing my bare breasts against his chest as I tugged his shorts down. His cock sprang free, rock-hard and throbbing, the head shiny with fresh pre-cum.

He was sitting on a pile of yellow straw, leaning back against a wooden post. Greg was wearing loose, baggy cotton shorts. They were old and thin, almost like boxers. He sat with his legs spread wide, trying to catch a breeze. He didn't realize that the wide leg of his shorts was gaping open. Every time he shifted, his heavy, thick length was visible, hanging carelessly in the shadows of the fabric.