Sex Storys. Novels & Stories

I can hear some more shuffling and then he was telling me, "Yes, mistress, I'm naked." Mistress? I sighed internally. You seriously wouldn't believe how many men were into the whole dominatrix kink. In the beginning, it was kind of fun but by now it was getting pretty old. Mentally awakening my inner dom, I relaxed further into the sofa and flipped through the magazine."Good boy," I cooed, finding a 20 sex tips for women article. Huh, how fitting. "Now, here's what I want you to do, and you better listen closely, pet."

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.

Victor pounding deep and hard, hips snapping, balls slapping against her ass. Jade grinding down on Lila’s mouth, fingers pinching her own nipples, moaning loud and shameless. The mirrors reflected everything—Lila bound and writhing, Victor’s muscles flexing with every thrust, Jade riding her face with abandon. Lila came first—muffled screams against Jade’s pussy, body arching off the bed as she clenched around Victor’s cock. Jade followed seconds later, flooding Lila’s mouth with her release, thighs trembling. Victor pulled out, flipped Lila onto her stomach, and entered her again from behind—deeper this angle, brutal. One hand fisted in her hair, the other reaching under to rub her oversen

Rene’s POV “He wants me to go to Coverts Lisa.. Coverts! He wants me to cheat!” I said on the phone with my cousin. Sitting outside the hospital “But Rene.. Is it really cheating if he permits you to?” “Omg Lisa! Don't tell me.. What has gotten into you two?” “Honey you and I know you’ve had it bad for the past year. And trust me, your emotions flying around is pent up frustration due to lack of sex! You really need to get your back blown out like he said.”

This is it. I was about have sex on my kitchen island with a man I met a few days ago. Nothing crazy about that of course. I tried not to think about it too much, so I mainly focused on my body and how much on fire it was. Tristan was a great kisser, that's for sure. The way he gripped the back of my neck with one hand and my waist with the other drove me crazy. The way he moved his lips in a rhythmic manner on mine pushed my feelings to a certain ecstatic high that was enough to drive me insane.

I asked raising my hand. "You've been answering every question already." Thuso said as she ran her fingers through Zo's locks. "But anyways my perfect sex would be, wait are we talking about sex sex or sex?" I was confused because sex sex and sex are two different things. "Sex sex Foxie." K sighed and I smiled happy to explain what I would like someday. "Oh okay, I believe it would be slow sex, with you and your beloved partner obviously just talking you know? Simple yet very intense."

Her moans and pussy were driving him crazy, how he had missed being buried in her right hole. His dick pulsed, swelling as his orgasm raced through his veins. “Ahh! Yea.. Please” She moaned as he rummaged her pussy, he put her hands on the headboard, driving his dick in and out furiously, she cried out with pleasure, holding onto anything her hand touched. The room had a smell of sex, sweat and roses... Alessandro kissed her roughly, biting her lips, he moved to her breasts, sucking furiously and she screamed, holding his hair.

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.

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

Tyler pulled out of me slowly, his thick cock glistening with our mixed juices. A thick trickle of his cum leaked from my freshly fucked pussy and ran down my inner thigh. I was still trembling on the bed, my black dress bunched around my waist, breasts heaving as I tried to catch my breath. The room was dimly lit and already smelled like sex. A few other couples were making out or fucking on the large sectional couch and the other bed in the corner, but most eyes were on us now.