Sex Stories Written Novels & Stories

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

' It made me smile, a wicked secret. This wasn't just sex; it was a fire we'd ignited, and though we had to smother it.

but like I said, it’s a craze. Yet there I was, looking absolutely nothing like a lady. Why don’t we have mirrors in bathroom stalls, that way I wouldn’t have to guess how disheveled I look. Even the thought of it seemed to fuel my sex craze. My pace picked up, so much that I could feel my legs shaking from the effect. “Yessssss…yessss ... .please” I panted out loud, as I felt myself getting closer. And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl.

I will certainly share the truth with her once I have successfully written my new story about sex addicts. "No, I am just thinking of writing a story." I attempted to deceive her. "All right, then let me know what you plan to write." She asked me to sit on the couch in front of her. I looked at her in surprise when she asked me to sit in front of her. I sat quietly in front of her. "Tell me what you decided to write." She gave me another questioning glance. "I'm considering writing about the woman's story—how her early traumas caused her to conceal her tender side behind her icy, merciless exterior and develop a sex addiction. Thus, I need your assistance to understand what it's really like

As you embark on this journey of passion and desire, I wanted to share a personal note with you. Each chapter in this spicy collection is a piece of love, crafted to ignite your imagination and awaken your senses. From steamy encounters to forbidden romances, I've poured my heart into creating worlds where inhibitions melt away and pleasure knows no bounds. But beyond the heat and sensuality, these stories are about more than just physical desire. They're about exploring the depths of emotion, the complexities of desires, and the power of attraction.

The thought made her pulse quicken, like she was holding a secret that wasn’t meant to be found. She hesitated only a moment before sitting cross-legged on the floor and flipping the cover open. Inside, in messy handwriting, was a title scrawled across the first page: “Collected Stories — From Women, For Women.” Chloe blinked. The handwriting was feminine, rushed, and almost secretive. She turned the page and read the introduction, scrawled in looping letters:

I felt the urge to have sex all of a sudden and I was getting really hard. Who the fuck put a sex pill in my food? God damn it, I'm so fucking hard and it feels like my whole body is gonna explode. "Boss is anything the matter?" Penelope smiled walking into my office.Her skirt was shifted above her knees and her shirt was left half buttoned showing off her cleavages. It's obvious she put a sex pill in my food.Why do these girls like being bitches? "What the fuck are you doing here? Get out!"

When she was done, Beverly and Joanna snapped their fingers as applause. “Not bad,” Beverly complimented. Selena has had a crush on her boss for almost the entire three years she has worked for him. His brash demeanor exuded a sexiness, a command of control that made many women quiver. She always wrote about hot sex with him. But, she wasn’t alone. Joanna had a crush on Christopher’s middle brother, Trevor. Her fantasy fiction was more on the romantic side; flowers, soft beds, soft ambience. Beverly hated the youngest Hudson brother, but she wanted to fuck him for some reason. She wrote angry sex scenes concerning him; lots of scratching, biting, hair pulling, and insults. Other times she wr

To be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL