Sex Story Short Novels & Stories

Emma moaned like a whore, cumming again and again until she was a trembling, cum-covered mess. Finally, both men knelt over her. Marcus stroked his thick cock while David pumped his. They came almost together thick ropes of cum landing on Emma’s tits, face, and open mouth. She swallowed what she could, moaning in ecstasy as the hot loads painted her body. They collapsed together on the bed, bodies entwined, breathing heavy, the room reeking of sex. David kissed Emma softly, whispering, “We’re going to have a lot to talk about…but fuck, that was hot.”

A cloth, a reel of condoms, and a card dropped on the desk. I hooked my finger under my nose. Odessa stepped back. I grabbed a pen and lifted what seemed to be an underwear in the air. The soiled boxers swung on the pen. “What in the world!” Odessa examined the garment. “Is that semen?” For fuck sake! I groaned and dropped the pen and boxers in the nearby bin. Odessa snatched up the package, reading. “There is no returning address.” I turned my head to read the card. No handwriting. Some fucker thought it was funny to piece cut out letters from magazines on a white card. ‘A gift to my precious omega’. Wow! What was this world coming to?

No more than lovers, no more than friends. And at the end of the day, all I could talk about was him. We were kind of famous in our room after all. They all thought we’re meant to be seeing how lovey dovey we were. When we ended, everyone thought we’ll be together again after some time, or maybe even years. When we’re older, our life a little hectic and problematic, a little brave and when we’re older and ready. But we ended years ago—I was thirteen and now sixteen. He was my first love.

Car sex is good, how much I missed. "Damn your pussy is so tight... I'm gonna cum" he groaned as he thrusted deeper into me. One of breast spurted out of my dress as it bounced to his thrust. I moaned loudly as I reached orgasm. He grabbed hold of my ass as he pounded into me and soon came in the condom. We both collapsed on the car seat breathing heavily. "Damn that was great" he said as I arranged my dress. "Thanks" I faked a smile. He reached for his trouser and brought out some cash. He made to give me the money but I stopped him.

he growled, hand fisting her hair to arch her neck. “I’m his,” Sasha rasped to the room. “Only his.” Victor rewarded her with a brutal pace that had her toes curling, another climax building impossibly fast. When it crested, he pulled out and spun her around, forcing her to her knees. The troupe closed in. Cocks, fingers, the slick silicone of Lila’s strap-on; they painted her face, her breasts, her tongue with release until she glistened under the harsh fluorescents.

she managed to ask, her professional instincts not entirely abandoned. Felix reached into his desk drawer, retrieving a condom with practiced ease. "I want to be clear," he said, even as he tore the packet open. "This changes nothing professionally." Wendy squeezed his length lightly. "Less talking, more fucking, Mr. Harrington." His eyes flashed at her boldness. In one swift movement, he rolled on the condom and positioned himself at her entrance. "Is this what you've been wanting?" he asked, teasing her with just the tip. "Your boss bending you over his desk?"

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

While we share two men that drive into us hard and fast against the headboard of our bed, Rosa and I kiss and touch ourselves in the most erotic ways ever and my body is fucking sensitive against her touch. It’s the first time Rosa and I would be having sex and does it feel good. When one of the guys takes me, the other faces Rosa and pounds into her with a ferocity that is crazy. While at it, I also suggested a three on one and if I thought the pleasure from Grey and Tristan was much, then this is outright overwhelming. The two guys are in me while Rosa sucks and teases my nipple till I come hard again for the fifth time today. And when it’s Rosa’s turn I do the same for her while frantical

that felt like the most powerful ending for this couple. Okay, that was the heartfelt, literary reason. Now for the completely, utterly ridiculous and honest reason: I literally could not write another sex scene. I am not joking. We were closing in on 80,000 words on this thing! A hundred thousand words! Do you have any idea how many different ways there are to describe a hand running through hair? Or a deep gaze across a room? I was starting to lose my mind trying to come up with fresh, non-repetitive action. I truly don't think I would have survived trying to write a fresh, unique, meaningful, and non-absurdly-long sex scene at this point in the narrative. My fingers were cramping, my thes

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