Sex Stories English Novels & Stories

Tony always knew how to handle me well and I guess that's why we managed to date for so long. Typing the URL, it loaded immediately and I clicked on the first video I laid my eyes on. The sound of a woman moaning loudly echoed through the living room of my house as her fingers rubbed her pussy. Seeing her like that had me wet in an instant. I sat well in bed ready for a self service session. I deserved it. I was a sex kink and any sex video, be it a lesbian video, a gay video or even straight as long as there were Ds and Vs, always got me off.

Chapter 2: THE MYSTERIOUS DOCTOR’S HAIR IS VIBRATING AGAINST MY CLIT AND I’M CUMMING LIKE A DESPERATE SLUT FOR HER I lie back on the examination table, legs spread obscenely wide, heart hammering so hard I can feel it in my soaked pussy. What the fuck is happening to me? I’ve never been touched by a woman. Never even fantasized about it. I’m Isabella Harrington — spoiled, straight, always in control. Yet the second Dr. Cassandra Vale’s green eyes locked onto mine without those glasses, something inside me shattered. My clit is throbbing like a heartbeat. My nipples are so hard they ache. Fresh wetness is leaking out of me, dripping down my ass onto the paper sheet.

as he stared at me with lust. “I want your cock daddy, I want that big fat cock to ruin me” I said shamelessly And that was all the answer Sebastian needed. He thrust his cock into me hard and fast, relentlessly, as I continued to moan his name in pleasure till we both cum together. The room filled with soft breaths, whispered names, trembling touches, and endless kisses while the storm raged violently outside. Time blurred completely. At some point, laughter mixed with the tension between us. At another point, Sebastian held me against his chest so tightly it almost felt protective.

Lexi They kept fucking me like that for what felt like forever—long, deep strokes that kept me teetering right on the edge without letting me fall. My whole body was shaking, sweat slicking my skin, my pussy making the wettest, most obscene sounds every time they bottomed out. I could feel their cocks throbbing inside me, both of them fighting their own orgasms, veins pulsing against my walls. “Please… please…” I was crying now, actual tears of overwhelming pleasure and frustration. “I can’t hold it… I’m gonna cum… I’m so close… Zach, Julian, please let me cum…”

Her anger and desire intertwined, creating a whirlwind of conflicting emotions that fueled the intensity of their encounter. The man didn't respond. The TV was left on, casting flickering shadows in the living room where they were. They never made it to the bedroom; both of them were intoxicated with alcohol, consumed by the singular desire to indulge in each other. Lena knew that this man was utterly enraptured by her. It was quite satisfying to see a handsome and rugged man like him so eager, feasting on her femininity with such fervor. "Fuck you! Keep going, empty me of my essence!" Lena screamed as she arched her back, experiencing a unique and electrifying pleasure that surged through h

CHAPTER 15 FOR Frances, sex is not something that needs to be censored in every human mind. She believes that the more education about it is properly valued, the younger people will understand it. It brings good to people, and it also brings bad. Although if only according to the proper education about sex, all of this has value.

Legs locked around him. He pulled out at the last second. Fisted his cock—stroked twice, hard—and came. Hot ropes painted her stomach, her breasts, one thick stripe across her nipple. He kept stroking through it, milking every drop until he was shuddering, breath ragged. They collapsed. Him half on top of her, half beside. Sweat cooled on their skin. The room smelled like sex—musky, salty, thick. No words. No cuddling. Just heavy breathing. Hearts hammering. The wet spot spreading under her back.

"The drink was strong, I don't remember shit. But from her narration... I - I allowed her finger me and to top that, I fucking dry humped on her pussy." Fedora clapped her hand, shouting. "Go girl!!!" "Oh shut up." I glared at her. She suddenly stopped, sitting up right. "It wasn't that bad, was it. You got orgasm I guess?" Fedora whispered lowly. "It doesn't matter if I got orgasm or not, Fedora. If you hadn't taken me to that lesbian strip party or whatever. If I hadn't seen those girls scissoring themselves, enjoying it while I hadn't had good sex in more than 3 months, I wouldn't have done what I did."

Heather was explicit that she did not provide sexual services but apparently there was no rule about someone's partner doing that. Marissa began to taunt her husband and he began to moan. As you might expect, Robert's weakness and need to submit was one subject. But a surprise to me was she included the humiliation of being exposed to a beautiful stranger (me) was also a topic. As she began stroking him with more vigor, she added that she wanted to fuck me instead of him. That appeared to arouse him further as he groaned and asked his wife for permission to cum. "You know what that means, don't you?" Marissa asked her husband.

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