Sex Stories Written Novels & Stories

Forgot to give this friendly warning… This story contains: Gangbang, Anal, DP, TP, dirty language, and some others. Read at your own risk… . . Maddison stepped into her favorite underground sex club, hidden deep in the city’s seedy underbelly, and the second she crossed the threshold, the air hit her like a drug. It was the only air she’d ever truly breathed since she first started having sex. Inside, the energy was chaotic, every corner a fuck-fest begging to be joined, and her mouth watered, her body aching to dive in.

Hi dear, Every story I write comes from a place of emotion and hard work. Creation isn’t easy, but knowing you’re out there reading makes it all worth it. Thank you for supporting my work. CHECK OUT MY NEW BOOK INSTALLMENT FOR FREE.>> 1. No Rules, Just Pleasure 2. Mummy & Daddy's Naughty Diary **************** It all started with an ad. Bored one day and looking to find something exciting to jerk off to while his wife was at the grocery store, Tony checked out the local board on a website where men from his area gathered to talk about sex workers.

Chapter 1 ’m sitting here in bed, typing this story on my laptop. I’m naked. My face smells like pussy. My dick is limp and worn-out. My best friend Zachary’s wife, Carol, also naked, is entering the shower. She is beautiful. Her bare ass wiggles as she regulates the water temperature valve. I see her breasts bounce as she moves. Her brown pussy forms a triangle at the top of her legs. She has just coaxed another load of semen from my exhausted dick. Her crotch is wet with a combination of my and her cum.

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

Ric lay on top of my body, making me feel his full weight. ― Are you OK love? Are you feeling something? I hurt you? His voice had a worried tone. ― I'm great. Writing about sex is very different from reality. —Write about sex? So that's what you write? He looked surprised. —You got me.— I felt my face burn with embarrassment, and to make matters worse, he blackmailed me by asking me to show him my erotic books. I promised I would show it on one condition. — I promise if you eat me on all fours.

But sometimes, I feel tired and needed a break from this relationship and everything, but his loves kept me going. ‘ I love my boyfriend, but he doesn't satisfy me sexually. He doesn't last and can't get me off.’ I stopped typing on my laptop and smiled in satisfaction staring at the chapter I just wrote. This book would be a secret and no one would know that it is about my relationship, not even Bernie or my chief editor. Writing a story about my love and sex life was the only way to pour in my frustration, happiness, sadness, secret and other things which I can't say publicly because of what people or even Bernie might think of me.

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

**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.

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!!

“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.”