Sex Stories Group Novels & Stories

' It was the first time I had attended one of 'those' meetings but I had to do something… sex was taking over any semblance of the life I had had left. The group welcomed me, then were quiet while I spoke. 'I have been addicted to sex since I was 18. I usually have sex with a partner 2-3 times a day. More on weekends. 'I also masturbate once or twice a day. I feel its normal for me. But my girlfriends don't seem to think so. They all smile at first, but after a while they think it's too much. I hope sharing this with you helps.' Most of the group took their turn to stand up and talk. There were men and women both old and young, each of them here for the same reason.

Arriving in Surabaya, we rested at a cafe. There the LGBT Gang asked me to tell another story. And coincidentally, they asked me to talk about sex. "Tell me everything you know about sex," Leah said. "Yes, Lang, we want to know," said Gary. “We want to hear it,” said Tiffany to which Brittany agreed. I just had a dream about a prostitute, and now I've been asked what I know about sex. "Okay," I agreed.

I could feel his eyes on me the entire way, the shame only making me wetter. When I reached his room, he led me to a hidden door I hadn’t noticed before. And my jaw almost dropped as I looked around. It was practically a sex play room. The walls were lined with toys; vibrators of every size, clamps, whips, cuffs, plugs of every size. I stared in shock at the sheer number of them. Sameal handed me a ball gag and a blindfold. “Put them on.” I nodded obeying without a single thought. He lifted me off the floor and positioned me on a padded bench.

Kim was lying on top of April, sucking on her daughter’s tongue, and I was standing by the bed, trying to gather up what little strength I had. “Come on, Leo, put it between us!” April said. Wanting nothing more than to go home and pass out with an ice pack on my crotch, I shakily nodded and walked over to the bed. Kim and April spread their legs, allowing me to slide my chaffing cock between their slippery pussies. I began thrusting, sliding it against the two pairs of lips. “Faster!” both women screamed, their nipples kissing. I barely even felt my final orgasm, spraying every last sperm across Kim and April’s chests. The two women separated from me and licked the cum off each other’s tits

“How will this work into your article?” “It’s group sex, I suppose, or sex with multiples at once, so it’s a new angle. A lot of people have written to my blog asking how group sex works. Do you have to do it a certain way, are there rules, things like that. I’ll type that article up tonight, and turn it in. That should get us a few sales too.” “I don’t doubt it.” Cheryl muttered but grinned at me. “It really was good?”

“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.

As a life coach and a cross-dresser, I've found that my unique perspective on life has allowed me to create a niche for myself in the world of sexual liberation. It was on a particularly sultry evening that I found myself hosting a select group of women at my modern estate. The air was thick with anticipation as I welcomed my guests, each one a pegging enthusiast who had been handpicked for their discerning tastes. I had prepared a sumptuous feast, a symphony of flavors that would tantalize their palates and set the stage for the evening's main event.

Trigger Warnings: Explicit sexual content, dominance, possessiveness, power dynamics, multiple partners, light restraints, consensual group sex. Main Characters: Serena Vale (FL), Dorian Blackwell, Luca Moretti, and Jace Rowe (Billionaire Trio) . . The room smelled like sin, like cologne and whiskey and leather, thick with male hunger. Serena Vale stood in the center of the penthouse, the city glittering behind her through floor-to-ceiling windows, heart hammering in her chest.

Lisa Walker “With all those men?” I asked, gazing at her face. Hugo smiled slyly. He didn’t answer, just nodded. “You’re crazy. I never agreed to have sex with any of them. This is harassment and deception.” My voice was getting louder. “Lisa, listen to me. Are you acting like a respectable woman who only serves your husband? Remember, you’ve had sex with many men. Greg and I weren’t your first. There were over twenty men in the group who had had sex with you. And now you have four men, including me, waiting for you to serve. This isn’t difficult for you. We did this at a party a while back. Please. Let’s have some fun,” Hugo said.

I’ve never witnessed a coven ritual, but Delilah told me about the one she unintentionally crashed when looking for Katrina. While I’ll give credit that the place was clean and not seedy like some cheap strip club, the high-end and tasteful decor doesn’t negate that Aidan brought me to a sex club. Everywhere I looked, someone was having sex. And none of it was tame lights off missionary style sex. Honestly, as I looked around the room, if you took away the performers, it reminded me of the rut scenes from Lisa Ladew’s One True Mate series.