Sex Story Short Novels & Stories

He knew she wouldn’t be able to refuse him, not when she was leaking. It had been four months since Mara last had sex, four months of her husband leaving her to her device while he did whatever he wanted, without caring about his wife. Her lips parted, but nothing came out. The word ‘brother’ lodged in her throat, too heavy, too true to speak. They both knew they shouldn’t be doing this, but were too deep to stop. Matt smiled, dipping his head, knowing he had won the battle. He licked a broad, slow stripe from the underside of her breast up to the damp fabric of her bra, tasting the salt of her sweat, the sweet tang of milk that had seeped through.

My strokes are messy and don’t quite rhyme, but somehow, after just a few, Felix warns me about his climax and I keep my hand in his shorts as the liquid shoots everywhere. "Jesus." Felix drops his head and presses his nose to my shoulder. We stay in the position for a while as we both try to catch our breaths before he finally pushes back. He presses a hand to my cheek, his thumb moving behind my ear. "I can’t believe I just came in my shorts. I feel like a teenage boy who’s just learned the art of pleasure."

My body moved slightly with every shift, my control slipping little by little. “Please…” I breathed, barely audible. But he didn’t stop. The pressure built inside me again, stronger this time, making my chest rise quickly and my lips part as I struggled to stay silent. My head fell back slightly against the door, my eyes closing as I tried to steady myself. “I can’t…” I whispered weakly. My body trembled, my legs shaking slightly as everything became too much to handle. “Fuck.." he moaned as I felt him explode in me ,he removed his flaccid cock. I let out a deep sigh as I slid down the back of the door knowing I just had the best sex of my life.

Legs locked around him. He pulled out at the last second. Fisted his cock—stroked twice, hard—and came. Hot ropes painted her stomach, her breasts, one thick stripe across her nipple. He kept stroking through it, milking every drop until he was shuddering, breath ragged. They collapsed. Him half on top of her, half beside. Sweat cooled on their skin. The room smelled like sex—musky, salty, thick. No words. No cuddling. Just heavy breathing. Hearts hammering. The wet spot spreading under her back.

“And most people just skim between the sex scenes, anyway, in these types of books.” Gregory laughed, losing his breath. “Most people don’t have your absolute focus on sex, Vixen.” “Shame, that. If everyone focused on getting off, they wouldn’t get into all other sorts of strife,” she was teasing him. “Do you want me to tell you a real porn story, rather than one from a book?”

Sex With Your Best Friend Intro- After being straight for 26 years of her life and even being married to her abusive controlling husband, Karen has now found love and it's with surprisingly a woman and her best friend Roxanne. Roxanne led her down the hallway, her hand under Karen’s elbow in an old-fashioned gesture that threatened to make Karen melt even further. She was melting. Her panties were sticky and wet, covered in fluids from her damp core and slippery wet pussy. Her whole body was too hot, so hot she needed desperately to fling off her clothes.

The moment that she had seen Bernie’s cock when she was showering, she had known that she had found the ultimate solution to her sexual starvation. Unlike her husband’s 7 inch, Bernie commanded a full 10 inches long and 3 inches thick of cock, and when she had spotted it, she had not wasted any time, she had removed her clothes and walked into the bathroom to his surprise and pleasure. She had ended up getting the best sexual experience of her life right there in the shower, and she had not turned back since. She even suspected that she was already pregnant, although she was not too sure, and she made sure to keep her relationship with the chauffeur a secret from her husband.

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

“Come all over my cock, Kitty.” “Oh shit, oh shit.” Maya squeezed her eyes close and then… Her body’s shaking as her orgasm rocked through her. She moaned out in protest when Sean pulled out without a warning but he wasn’t done with her. He turned her around and made her sit on the desk and dropped to his knees. He latched his lips onto her pussy, flicking his tongue every which way until he found a rhythm she liked. She rocked her hips slowly against his lips, each swerve faster against his lips. Her breaths turn ragged. He felt her body tighten. Then she stops again.

The dimly lit loft pulsed with a low, sensual hum, velvet curtains drawn to shield the night outside, the air thick with perfume and anticipation. I stood near the bar, my silk dress clinging to my skin, the fabric teasing my curves as I surveyed the room, my adventurous spirit drawn to the whispered rumors of this exclusive gathering. I’d explored my desires before, but the promise of a lesbian orgy—a tangle of women lost in pleasure—ignited a wildfire in my core, my pussy tingling with eager curiosity as the first guests arrived.