Sex Stories Group Novels & Stories

To be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

I can see the disappointed expression on his face "I know, you must not understand what partner sex is, right?!" "I know, Sex friends." He answered my question correctly, his voice sounded sad "That's right, you're smart huh." He hugged me and rested his head on my shoulder "So warm." he said making my heart very touched, my hands tightened the hug around his waist. We hugged warmly in the toilet waiting for the pain in my hole to go away, then I fell fast asleep in his warm embrace which made me very calm.

“Just fuck me already.” Rowan gave him what he asked for. Hard thrusts shook the table. Cassian stroked himself and came first. Rowan filled him again. The pattern repeated through the following weeks. Hate sex became their secret. Each encounter left them sore and satisfied. But the rivalry never stopped. They still argued in meetings. They still fought for top sales numbers. The hate remained. The sex only made it hotter. Cassian lay in bed one night thinking about it. His ass still felt the ghost of Rowan’s cock. He stroked himself slowly to the memory. The mistake had opened something new between them. Neither wanted to admit it. But both kept coming back for more.

And that was one of the less explicit of the paintings. Suddenly, Kate began to feel dizzy again as she looked around her. One wall was dominated by a huge canvas depicting what would normally be called a conversation piece, with many people sitting and standing in a social situation. But all the people here were in an explicitly sexual situation. In fascination, Kate approached the enormous, gilt-framed painting. It was, she noted, a pastiche of the Dutch School; the room and furnishings were plain:to the point of starkness, and the clothing of the figures spoke of puritanism. Yet their actions were the opposite. They all, men and women alike, had exposed, oversized genitals, and they were

The room echoed with skin slapping, moans, and filthy words. “Fuck your stepdaughter harder,” Sarah urged him while fingering me. “Fill that tight pussy.” Jake finally lost control. He had me on my back, legs over his shoulders in a mating press. Sarah sat on my face as he pounded me mercilessly. The angle hit so deep I saw stars. I licked Sarah frantically while my stepbrother destroyed my cunt. “I’m gonna cum inside you,” Jake warned, thrusting faster. “Do it,” I moaned into Sarah’s pussy. “Cum in your stepsister!”

It wasn’t a great feeling. Still, he was now distracted by the sight of multiple groups of couples, none of which were actually married to each other, starting to hook up. After drinks, each one settled into a different area, some disappearing upstairs or into the basement. Within minutes, he saw a few making out. Deciding to wander a bit he went down to the basement and found out it was designated the oral sex area, because two of the couples were giving and getting blowjobs, and another woman was moaning loudly while her partner was between her legs.

that felt like the most powerful ending for this couple. Okay, that was the heartfelt, literary reason. Now for the completely, utterly ridiculous and honest reason: I literally could not write another sex scene. I am not joking. We were closing in on 80,000 words on this thing! A hundred thousand words! Do you have any idea how many different ways there are to describe a hand running through hair? Or a deep gaze across a room? I was starting to lose my mind trying to come up with fresh, non-repetitive action. I truly don't think I would have survived trying to write a fresh, unique, meaningful, and non-absurdly-long sex scene at this point in the narrative. My fingers were cramping, my thes

“That’s not a lot, Luke. Do you want to know their names? Gabby, Rowan, Dashiell and two sexy hulks at the gym. We fucked right there in the gym at the closet.” “I don’t want to hear your sexual escapades, Sis. Disgusting!” “Oh well. Too bad – you could have gained a tip or two. Do you know the A****n position? You should try that on Pam when you are together. She’ll love it.” “I don’t know what you are talking about.” “What do those books written by sex experts teach you then?” “I haven’t gotten to that part.” Sasha chuckled. “So what part have you gotten to? Gist me. I want to learn too.”