Sex Stories 18+ Novels & Stories

Her moans filled the room, mixed with the wet sounds of our bodies. “Harder, Zaddy,” she begged, pushing her ass back against me, her pussy squeezing me tight. My hands gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her skin, leaving red marks. I leaned forward, my chest against her back, and reached around to grab her breasts, pinching her nipples until she whimpered. My cock slid in and out, slick with her wetness, and I felt another orgasm building, my balls tightening again. The pizza box was still on the table, the smell of it mixing with the stench of sex and sweat in the air.

“You’re not expelled—yet—but the board is requiring a psychological evaluation. Weekly therapy. Sexual addiction counseling.” I laughed. “Is that a thing? Real therapy for sex addicts?” He didn’t answer. “Fine,” I said. “I’ll go. Talk about my daddy issues or whatever makes you feel better.” He handed me a paper with an address. “You start tomorrow. 5 PM. Don’t be late.” I didn’t plan to take it seriously. I didn’t plan to take him seriously either. That was before I met him. The building was quiet. No receptionist. Just a black leather couch in the waiting room, a ticking wall clock, and a faint smell of leather and something woodsy—cedar, maybe.

"Harder... yes, just like that... fuck..." Julian’s eyes darkened, a predatory smile spreading across his face. He grabbed Leo's hips, his fingers digging in, leaving bruises that would serve as a reminder. He thrust harder, faster, his movements becoming more aggressive, more desperate. "Tell me you want it," Julian commanded, his voice rough. "Tell me you want me to fuck you." "I want you," Leo screamed, his voice raw. "I want you to fuck me, Julian! Fuck me hard!" Julian roared, his hips snapping forward with renewed force. The friction was intense, the sensation overwhelming. Leo felt like he was being torn apart, but in the best way possible. He felt like he was floating, his mind shatt

A cloth, a reel of condoms, and a card dropped on the desk. I hooked my finger under my nose. Odessa stepped back. I grabbed a pen and lifted what seemed to be an underwear in the air. The soiled boxers swung on the pen. “What in the world!” Odessa examined the garment. “Is that semen?” For fuck sake! I groaned and dropped the pen and boxers in the nearby bin. Odessa snatched up the package, reading. “There is no returning address.” I turned my head to read the card. No handwriting. Some fucker thought it was funny to piece cut out letters from magazines on a white card. ‘A gift to my precious omega’. Wow! What was this world coming to?

You have to claim them. When he’d gone, because I wasn’t finished yet, I lay on the rumpled bed, and brought myself off with my fingers. I thought of how he’d behaved earlier, sadistic and cruel, reveling in my cries from the pinch of the clamps and the slam of his cock. Then I fell asleep for an hour or so. When I woke, my hair was in a crazy, damp tangle and my breasts were a mess of scratch marks and blotches. And he was probably eating wild turbot because he usually does when it’s on expenses at Saxby’s. I would too. The point I’m making: sex isn’t like it is in the movies; it isn’t even like porn. Sex isn’t like anything except itself.

A forbidden encounter unfolds in the school library as Finn, the charismatic jock, and Shasha, the reserved nerd, gives in to their desires during a storm. Their passionate and explicit tryst explores themes of dominance, surrender, and unbridled lust. ******************************** The rain hammered against the library windows, its fury echoing the storm brewing between Finn and Shasha. The school library, usually a sanctuary of quiet study, had become their private arena, the shelves of books mere spectators to the raw, unbridled desire unfolding between them.

Trigger Warnings 18+ ONLY This collection contains explicit sexual content including: Graphic MM sex scenes BDSM dynamics Dubious consent Power exchange Rough sex Possessive/dominant behavior Strong language Reader discretion is strongly advised. A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and dirty, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last

There, she’ll be pushed to explore public submission, threesomes, girl-on-girl temptation, and more. If you crave dark, explicit stories laced with BDSM, dominance, rough passion, multiple partners, punishment, humiliation, and raw, forbidden heat, this one’s for you. * * * CHAPTER 1 — Axel Questionable bio… Left Only group photos … Left Not my type … Left “Hey, are you alright, man?” Levi asks. “Yeah,” I reply, dropping my phone on the table. “I’m just getting really fucking tired of getting catfished with all this online dating crap. Every time I show up to meet a chick, I feel like I’m playing Russian roulette.”

It wasn’t burning, rather each letters reappears on the paper. She found it enticing so she didn’t take it off until the letters has completely surfaced. “So, what do we have here?” To Be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL.

Pleasure and enjoyment are what this life is all about, and life is so full of the unexpected that all you can try to do is not let it die. With more life. With more sex. Stacey and I glance at each other and laugh. We smile at each other and this interaction between us excites them, entices them to give us deepthroat. So while we're drooling over him like a couple of pigs, Ron and Paul start panting, like beasts, like wild boars, scratching and so they stand up, each taking him in their hands and throwing him at us. All their cum. All of it to lick and I lick it off Stacey's tits while she licks it off me. Our hair is full, our lips red, and our breasts. We're dirty. With them. Punished. An