Novel & Cerita Sex Story Choose

CHAPTER 51. THE RELENTLESS STORM SELENE'S POV "Fuck, fuck." The word tears from my throat, a raw, ragged sound, yet it’s drowned out, absorbed by the relentless rhythm of his body against mine. I’m crying out loud, guttural pleas, desperate whimpers, but he doesn’t give me a chance to breathe, not even a single, fleeting gasp. He moves faster, a primal force, pounding into me, slamming his hips against mine with an unyielding power that leaves me breathless and utterly consumed. The sound of our skins, slick with sweat and desire, is getting louder, a wet, rhythmic slapping that echoes through the room. It’s much, *much* wetter than before, a lewd, visceral symphony that reverberates through

"Do as I say, and I'll keep paying for your mother's stay." He led me to a phone that had already been set up. "We'll start a livestream. Tell everyone you're the homewrecker and apologize to Natalie." I jerked my head up and looked him dead in the eye. "You're calling me the mistress?" Natalie chuckled. "We've already gone public. Of course you're the mistress." Jonathan did not answer my question. Instead, he frowned and handed me a piece of paper. "Do as I say and read off this script. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. It'll be over soon."

she didn’t reply so I thought that she must be doing something. The dress that she chooses for me is quite beautiful. It was a maroon-colored dress with a slit on the led area and it was floor length. It was simple yet beautiful. I have told her that I like dresses with a slit in them and she kept that in mind and chose a perfect dress for me. It wasn't slutty and looked nice. I got dressed and came out of the bathroom and saw that angel has bought a makeup kit with her. Her back was on me so when she turned around her jaw dropped and her eyes went wide.

I asked raising my hand. "You've been answering every question already." Thuso said as she ran her fingers through Zo's locks. "But anyways my perfect sex would be, wait are we talking about sex sex or sex?" I was confused because sex sex and sex are two different things. "Sex sex Foxie." K sighed and I smiled happy to explain what I would like someday. "Oh okay, I believe it would be slow sex, with you and your beloved partner obviously just talking you know? Simple yet very intense."

This is it. I was about have sex on my kitchen island with a man I met a few days ago. Nothing crazy about that of course. I tried not to think about it too much, so I mainly focused on my body and how much on fire it was. Tristan was a great kisser, that's for sure. The way he gripped the back of my neck with one hand and my waist with the other drove me crazy. The way he moved his lips in a rhythmic manner on mine pushed my feelings to a certain ecstatic high that was enough to drive me insane.

THAT excited me tremendously, as well as our conversation, because it was a huge new 'beginning' of sorts in our sex life. That evening I went through my collection and picked out 'Behind the Green Door', the Marilyn Chambers flick where she is kidnapped by devotees of a sex club and forced into a group sexual encounter after being ravished by a black man. I was very pleased and also more than a bit surprised when Alexis agreed to view the film with me. I got everything ready in our bedroom upstairs - towels, pillows, vaseline, and got the film ready in the VCR. I was almost

Sex should be a gift I deliver, not something I surrender to. Apparently, this made me weird, at least according to some chat forum I joined. Like, who wouldn’t want to be in control? I know I did. So when my friend Michela handed me a card that said FREE ME and said they could match my “exquisite taste,” I figured, why not? She’d been glowing lately. Whoever was fucking her clearly knew their job. But me? I didn’t want to be fucked. I wanted to do the fucking.

Chapter 4 I used Daniel. Damn, it felt good to admit that. I never loved the guy, at least not as much as I claimed. He was everything Anthony wasn't, and that was exactly why I was with him. Well, that was what I told myself. The first time we had sex, I pictured him as Anthony. But that couldn't work because he wasn't as good as Anthony. He didn't have the moves, he didn't dirty talk, he didn't tease me and make me beg, and he sure as hell couldn't last all night.

SCOTT This is where my choices started getting hairy. I'd promised my little sex slave the full gamut of sex slave experience. The only things outside our marriage so far was Julia with other women or letting the nerdy delivery driver finger fuck her. This had to be more provocative for her, but more provocative for her meant more emotionally risky for me. Baby steps, I thought; do baby steps. Don't jump in, both feet first. Dip a toe in to start, test the temperature of the water. Emotionally risky or not, I'd prefer Julia had sex with someone we knew then some total strangers. I slowly decided on a choice to give her, typed it up and left a space for her to sign it. Make it official.

I met Xavier leaning on the window and staring at me with a glass of juice on his lips as soon as I opened the door. I sucked in breath as I was horny just once again. After Austin's death and Michael's scandal at the wedding. Xavier has been my go-to for sex. And I couldn't say I didn't enjoy any bit of it which was why right now I was already getting out of my dress. I removed my hijab, freeing my hair. I combed it through with my fingers. I saw Xavier's eyes widened in shock. I smiled as soon as I saw that my seduction was working. I took slow, lucid steps to meet him while deliberately slewing my hips for his eyes only. Xavier still watched me with his lips on the glass without saying a