Sex Stories Around The World Novels & Stories

**Story 16: The Breeding Festival** **Chapter 2** The roar of the crowd was deafening. Serena lay on her back on the cold stone altar, legs still spread obscenely wide, her body glistening with sweat and the cum of five powerful men. Her pussy throbbed and leaked a steady river of thick seed down her ass crack onto the ancient stone. Her full breasts heaved with every ragged breath, nipples hard and sensitive from being pinched and sucked.

She came twice, her body surrendering completely. By evening, in the bedroom, it was missionary—intimate, eyes locked as he moved slowly, then fast, grinding his pubic bone against her clit until she begged. “Harder… please!” He obliged, pounding until they both shattered. The day blurred into a marathon of forbidden ecstasy—shower sex, where water slicked their bodies, his cock sliding in from behind; oral on the stairs, his tongue devouring her until she squirted; quickies in every room, each more intense than the last.

“Says the Alpha who gave his Luna oral sex in dream land.” “That would actually a very interesting story plot.” “Exactly why we should be doing more adventurous things while fucking…to spice up our lives and make good story plots.” “Hmm.” “Yeah, you mentioned one time that Everlery likes writing…she can write erotica stories with what we do and who knows? We might be the inspiration to a bestseller book.”

She licked the sweat from his throat and promised worse. The obsession sharpened in every city. Budapest: sex in the shadowed alley behind the opera house minutes before curtain, his hand over her mouth, strangers twenty feet away. Amsterdam: a midnight canal boat where he bent her over the rail and fucked her while tourists drifted past on another boat, close enough to touch. Barcelona: he tied her spread-eagle to the bedposts with the silk sashes from hotel robes and used a wand on her clit until she was speaking in tongues, then flipped her over and took her ass until she blacked out for three blissful seconds.

I met her online, on some dating site. I can't remember which one exactly, I have so many on my phone, and this was sometime ago when I first returned to the country. We added each other on a few social medias, Snapchat, kik, and i*******m. What initially attracted me to her, was her long blonde hair, her big eyes that her makeup just made pop, and her very impressive deep cleavage. We chatted a little bit here and there, and eventually talked more. She loved sex, was very open about it, and enjoyed talking about it. I'm the exact same way, and it's gotten me into trouble a few times. So talking to someone with the same openness is always welcomed. She revealed to me that want really gets he

“You mean actually go to one of those places?’ I couldn’t believe he was serious. A friend had told me that he’d been to one of those peep-hole affairs while on holiday in Europe. He said laughingly that someone had actually been vacuuming the little cubicle while the girl on the turntable postured and pouted for the customers! But that was Europe. I didn’t think we in Britain could ever be so dismissive about sex. ‘Paying to watch women expose themselves. It’s so. . . seedy,’ I said, imagining the unsavoury darkened booths, the men in raincoats huddling in their seats, hands jiggling at themselves while their eyes were pinned to the anonymous woman on show. Even as I protested, I felt a fli

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

But he’s really not. Ethan has work. Always work. But so do I. It’s always some bullshit excuse like—I’m tired. I have an early meeting. I don’t want to be late. Blah blah blah. And just like that, we stop fucking. No orgasms. No sex. No sex. Sex used to be something we do a lot, anywhere, everywhere, all the time. Now he barely even looks at me. I wouldn’t be surprised if he has someone else, because it's sure as hell starting to feel like it.

“I want you to write about these topics for me. These are sexual content, and I want a woman’s opinion on this.” I looked inside and saw a detailed topic about sexuality and women’s thinking. “But…” “Aoife, until now, men can discuss things easily, but for women, we were lost. I want you to write something that a woman wants, what she thinks. What’s her fantasy to reach her peak of sexuality?” I was gawking at him as he talked casually about sex and orgasms. “Aoife?” “Yes, but how can I write something like this? I am a storyteller.”

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.