Sex Storys. Novels & Stories

"I don't know. It's not that simple. I want to be, like, really into it, you know?" "No, girl," she shakes her head. "I don't know. Why don't you just get it over with? Fuck one of your cam guys. Fuck him on camera. It's just sex. Once you do it, it doesn't feel like such a big deal." Samantha has slept with three guys, and prided herself on being a self-described "slut." I think it made her feel worldly, to know about sex.

‎Austin's POV ‎I've been wanting to bang my girlfriend's mom crazily ever since the day I saw her naked while masturbating, thrusting a big fat dildo in and out of her juicy pussy. Her boobs were round and firm even though she's in her late 40's. ‎My girlfriend Juliet, is a very good girl, but too lazy in bed. She wouldn't give me the sex styles I want, always complaining that she's tired, and she doesn't last, always cummin too quickly, when I'm not even half satisfied yet.

Sophie's POV. Twenty minutes later, the Jeep pulled up outside the cabin. Smiling I threw my towel aside and lay on the bed legs spread. Tonight I was going to torture Xavier like a dog and make him worship this pussy, the mere thought made my pussy twitch with excitement. Xavier stormed in, "Soph I-", he stopped midway swallowing hard when he saw my pussy on display. "Why are you doing this?", he asked, his voice cracked as he clenched his fists by his sides.

“I will text you tomorrow.” Xavier pulled me into a hug. His hand slid low on my back. He pressed close so I felt him again. “Goodbye, Lila,” he said quietly. His eyes stayed on mine. After they left, I went straight upstairs. I locked my door. I took off all my clothes and lay on the bed naked. I spread my legs wide. I slid my hand between my legs. My pussy was soaked. My clit was swollen. I rubbed hard and fast. “Xavier…” I whispered.

I giggled. "You know I can still hear you, right?" Dixon stated. I sniffled my laughter before meeting his eyes. He looked at me for sometime before looking away. I feel so bad for making him feel bad, and I feel even worse that I'm thinking of going to see Trevor. "Uhmm... not that I don't like it, but the sexual tension here is getting too much," Adam said, making Dixon glare at him. He shrugged and went back to reading the files in his hands.

They both were acting like marriage was a trophy to be held, like they haven’t gotten into any argument with their partners or encountered different challenges, or one threatening to divorce the other. I know a lot about the Whites, Sasha shouldn’t test me or I will open that book. Someone who her husband has another woman elsewhere is here been worried, her news were all over, right when I was still Salome, I easily got rumors on this women who acted holy in public but wild in private. You would be surprised to know what Sasha has done and many other women as well. “Would you two excuse me, I would like to visit the rest room” I politely took an excuse and they both allowed, escaping this n

That made me swallow hard. And then, before I could stop myself, I blurted it out. “Sometimes… during sex, I don't feel like myself.” His expression didn’t change at all. No surprise, no judgment. I continued, my voice trembling. “It’s like… I’m still there, but not really. I’m staring at the ceiling, feeling numb, just waiting for it to be over. It’s like I hit pause on myself, and my body just... goes through the motions. And afterward, I don’t feel real. I feel used, even if they were gentle.”

I feel the heat, inviting me to move up until my two fingers are greeted with the wetness of her arousal. She spreads her legs wide, moaning as I drag my fingers up her slit, find her clit, and apply pressure. She wants it—we both do. Her grip tightens on my cock. Her strokes move faster, and she reaches back and opens the bedroom door. I lift her with my free hand and carry her in, setting her down on the bed. When we first met, we fucked like animals, possessed by nothing but pure lust for one another. But now, after everything we've been through, our sex is so much more than that.

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.

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