Sex Story Novels & Stories

If you fall for a crazy nutter, with a tendency towards sadism, cold brutal acts and shit loads of money, make sure he can fuck you like a god and you will never have reason to complain ever again. Good sex can make up for a lot of misdemeanours. Alexi’s skill is the type of sex that can turn a sweet innocent girl into a raving psycho who would cut a man, for ever trying to leave her. He is that good in the sack. I thought delaying sex with this man would only heighten the reunion a little. Not make it out of this world mind-blowing that we may never top again. There isn’t a single part of me that’s not goose bumping and buzzing, and the blush across every surface of my skin on show and the

Xavier gaped at Maya shocked, not seeing any semblance of the cute blushing young woman he met in the bar to the sexy needy temptress hovering over him. Grinning triumphantly she straddled his laps grinding her dripping core against his thick erection. She closed her eyes, holding the bedpost for support while using him to satisfy her sexual frustration. She heard a low groan and within seconds she was pinned on the bed her eyes snapping open as she met Xavier's hungry gaze; he was starring at her like a predator would a prey. "I need to get inside of you. Now." He said taking a condom from his wallet. She watched as he tore the foil packet open with his teeth, the sight so erotic that she s

He grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. “Let me go.” “Wellsy, for fuck’s sake, can you just be a little bit patient?” I stopped. “There's nothing you can say to make me feel better about this.” “Fine. See it as a threesome, that's something everyone has undeniably wanted to try out.” “Not as a normal thing, Adrian. You're telling me that every time you like a girl, you…” “No!” He cut me off like he knew what I was about to say. “It's just the sex.”

"Go back to your room before the maids start wandering the halls. I don't need the gossip reaching the wrong ears just yet. And Blaire? Don't think you're done. This was just the morning shift." I sat up, my body feeling heavy and used. My pussy felt swollen and raw, a dull ache that made it hard to move. I pulled the crisp cotton shirt over my head, the scent of Raymond’s expensive cologne filling my nose. It drowned out the smell of the sex for a second, but I could still feel the sticky warmth of his cum sliding down the insides of my thighs, trickling toward my knees in thick, white streaks that stained the expensive rug.

He felt too good and I’d wonderd if it was because I had been sex starved or Cole was just terrible at it. Cole touched me like I was a burden, a task he wasn’t excited doing or sometimes a quick fix for his hunger and needs. He never saw me as a wolf worthy of his love and attention and he wouldn’t waste it on me. It always seemed like this in movies after they have sex. The woman on the bed looking uncontrollably lost and helplessly beautiful after being ruined in a good way. I wondered if I was glowing with messy sex hair too. It was dangerous being in bed with Xavier and having sex with him continuously wouldn’t be the best.

Triple-stuffed, her body convulsed in dirty ecstasy. “Take the triple, you insatiable whore… dildo in your mouth, cocks in your pussy and ass, filling you completely, fucking you until you cum again,” Stefan growled. The room reeked of pure sex, moans echoing off the marble walls, the mirrors reflecting the depravity: Pathy in the middle, cocks sliding in and out, fluids flying everywhere.

Every movement of her hand against the canvas mirrored the sensation of tracing a lover’s body, coaxing hidden pleasures to the surface. But then there was sex, a different kind of art. Raw, untamed, and all-consuming. The rhythm of intertwined bodies, the heat of skin meeting skin, the unapologetic hunger. She wasn’t a stranger to lust or the tangled heat of passion, but nothing in her past had prepared her for him.

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

“After all that we did, after cumming inside of you for several times, do you really think I would let other men fuck you? Hell nah. You’re mine. This pussy is mine. So yes, I agree with you. We belong to each other.” Then I felt his cock pulsating inside me. I groaned at his talent. He’s so skillful when it comes to sex. No wonder how Morgan fell on him. Speaking of that person. What Roscoe and Morgan had is something that cannot be measured by words. It is valuable, I know. They have known each other for so many years now. They have been fucking and keeping their affair secret for who knows when. And now that Roscoe has said my pussy is him to wreck, do I also have the right to own his coc

The sex club smelled like sweat, cum, and leather. Sariah stood beside her husband, tight dress clinging to her thighs, panties already damp just from the moans echoing through the dim room. She wanted to feel something. Anything. Keon hadn’t touched her right in months. Their fucking had turned soft, forgettable—quick strokes, no filth, no hunger. She missed being wrecked. Screamed for. Fucked until her pussy gushed. A couple moaned near the back room, the woman tied to a beam, her tits bouncing while some stranger slammed into her soaked cunt from behind.