Sex Stories College Novels & Stories

I discovered sex when I was in college. One day I was at college during the afternoon break when I was 16. There was a handsome boy who was always around me. A couple of talks, a walk in the campus corridors while the rest of the class was having a lesson, and before I knew it I was sneaking into a toilet with him and he was slipping it to me. Let’s just say that at the time I understood why he has been called ‘The Boss’ in the entire college. He had what even I knew at the time was an enormous penis.

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

CHAPTER 105 ANNA'S POV “I smell sex,” Sasha said with a teasing grin as I walked back to our table, settling into my seat like I hadn’t just gotten absolutely ruined in the restricted section of the college library minutes ago. “Shut up,” I muttered, shooting her a look, but I couldn’t stop the tiny smile tugging at my lips. “Sex in the college library,” she whispered, leaning in closer. “Damn, I’d really love to experience that.”

I occasionally wondered how they’d got together or even remained married for such a long time. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t 100 percent dull; after locating Dad’s section of filthy books one day, I became fascinated by sex. I'd sneak a few magazines out every once in a while when I was supposed to do assignments, and I’d masturbate furiously while taking a look at the images and reading the sensual stories. My imagination ran riot and my dreams became wilder and wilder as the tales became naughtier. I had a couple of distinct boyfriends at this time and even had sex with two of them. Both went to my college, and from the magazines I was studying, I understood they weren’t very seasoned; leav

“Stop it! This is serious. I slept with a student. On campus. In the library.” Her eyes went wide. “Wow. Way to step up your game!” “No! Not wow! This is horrible. I’m going to lose my job!” “Relax,” she said. “You had sex. That isn’t exactly a criminal offense.” I bobbed my head up and down. “With a student. I just got lectured yesterday about the exact situation. I promised the dean I would never do something so awful.” “Bitch, please. It’s sex. Sex in college is like drinking while in college. It happens. It happens a lot. Hell, I think people go to college with the sole intention to have sex.”

You don't want to get slut shamed do you? ''I ... I what .. I'' I stammered half wondering how I had officially turned myself into a stutterer. Clarrisa raised her hands palm up. ''Look I'm not saying you shouldn't have sex, what's college anyway without good mind blowing sex. All I'm saying is that when you want some then get some behind closed doors not in some dark room at a frat party or against the wall of the corridor in your dorm, tying a towel for easy access and pretending you wanted to take a shower.''

I didn't want him to end this hot day so quickly, no matter how many times I climaxed. We continue to pursue his satisfaction by giving me a delicious taste, just like what I felt during a one-night stand. My head feels very dizzy, I feel the cold floor with my hands but feel the warmth and scent of someone's body, which makes me very calm. I rest my head on his chest, hugging his waist tightly. I realized my still naked self was in the lap of a teenage boy in trousers and the warm embrace of someone who was my enemy who just had hot sex with me during the day and in the student toilet!!

She pushed her chair back and stood, leaning her hands on the desk so her face was just inches from mine. “Welcome to the College of Sex, Xavier,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Then she reached down, bold as hell, and tugged my zipper open under the desk. My breath caught, but I didn’t stop her hell no. My cock sprang free, aching, and her eyes lit up like she’d just unwrapped the best gift of her life. “Mm,” she purred, licking her lips. “So it’s true what they say about you.”

It’s been so long since I have been with a man, that hell I have even forgotten what it could feel like and I want Xander. For once in my life I want to feel hot, steamy, lust and passion mixed with hot sex. Not mediocre sex like I have always had. Even my college professor was just okay, I mean I enjoyed it but it wasn’t earth shattering, the earth didn’t move and it certainly wasn’t like anything I see in the movies or read about in books. I blame all those books for describing sex scenes that have never happened to me, that I long for. Xander is the kind of man, I know, who can make a woman come so much that she is soaking for him. Like my panties are right now. I can feel my wetness betw