Sex Story To Read Novels & Stories

That caused my eyebrows to raise and my cheeks to blush. "Well... If you like that mix, maybe 'Story of O' by Pauline Réage, 'The Lover' by Marguerite Duras, 'Tropic of Cancer' by Henry Miller, or 'Delta of Venus' by Anaïs Nin could be recommended," I suggested, my face burning. These were considered significant works of erotic literature, but at the same time, they were quite scandalous. "Did you enjoy them?" he asked with a slightly huskier voice. "I like forming my own opinions."

Lexi They kept fucking me like that for what felt like forever—long, deep strokes that kept me teetering right on the edge without letting me fall. My whole body was shaking, sweat slicking my skin, my pussy making the wettest, most obscene sounds every time they bottomed out. I could feel their cocks throbbing inside me, both of them fighting their own orgasms, veins pulsing against my walls. “Please… please…” I was crying now, actual tears of overwhelming pleasure and frustration. “I can’t hold it… I’m gonna cum… I’m so close… Zach, Julian, please let me cum…”

“Dad likes experienced women — women who know how to ride a cock properly, not innocent virgins who’ve only been fingered by their best friend.” Her words stung, but they also made my pussy clench harder around her fingers. Ria leaned down, kissing my neck, then my lips, as she pleasured me with skilled, relentless strokes. She added a third finger, stretching me wider, fucking me until I was moaning into her mouth and coming again. I came hard, shaking, and my juices were soaking the sheets. When I finally came down, panting and spent, Ria kissed my forehead. “But if you really want him… you’re going to have to prove you can take it.”

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.

“I haven’t had sex in eight months.” The room went so quiet I could hear the rain ticking against the windows. Alex paused mid-chew. Matteo’s chopsticks froze halfway to his mouth. “Eight?” Alex finally repeated, like the word was in a foreign language. I groaned and pulled the hood of my sweatshirt over my face. “Do not make me say it again.” Matteo set his carton down carefully. “Daniel?” he asked, gentle. I peeked out. “Yes, Daniel. Saint Daniel of the Purity Rings and Biblical Dating Guidelines. He believes sex is a sacred gift to be opened only after mutual commitment and, preferably, a pastor’s blessing.”

I frowned “What do you mean exaggerated?” “In the book, it's like sex is liberating… You can do the nastiest and dirtiest thing to your partner with consent… and it's going to be pleasurable. The acts in it are wild, the praises, the names, the way they treat each other, bringing out the beasts in themselves and managing to keep it loving and romantic. Don't you think all that is exaggerated?” She turned to meet my eyes and she held my stare, I was grateful for that. “What has sex been like for you?” I asked

Her heels pressed into the small of his back, holding him in place as he stumbled through each desperate, clumsy motion. “Auhhh… Y-yeah…” Bella gasped, words dragging. “Just… just like that. Don’t… don’t stop.” Zack thrusted his cock into her pussy like that for a while, their bodies slapping together with every unsteady thrust. The couch creaked under their weight, the room thick with the smell of sex, sweat, and stale beer. His world narrowed to the heat and tightness of Bella’s pussy gripping his cock and the sound of her ragged, gasping breaths.

I don’t need much imagination to know what the book was about but I still flip it open just to see what could make my landlady lose her precious sleep. ‘Suck my d*ck, Yvette’ ‘Eat my p*ssy, my lord’ I tried to recall ever giving instructions like that to women. Or hearing instructions for that matter. I always thought everyone knows their part before they partake in the process. I flipped further through the pages and after three chapters of a very detailed description on how to have s*x, I became more and more confused about my personal experience. Am I doing this whole s*x thing wrong? Because if my woman is as talkative as this character, I would have lost interest immediately. I don’t wa

Her tanned skin glistened with sweat, while the sound of the faucet dripping grew fainter as the water in the bathtub filled up. Every moan they shared, every kiss and touch that occurred made my body tremble. I hate p**n, but now I’m watching it live. “Oh shit!” the woman moaned as Max slid his finger into her pussy. His movements were so fast and right, touching every sensitive spot perfectly. Without realizing it, I brought my own finger to touch my pussy. My eyes occasionally closed as I felt the pleasurable sensation from my touch. Every time Max twisted his finger, I would do the same, imagining that he was doing it to mine.