Sex Talk Books Novels & Stories

I shoved my pants and boxers down, pulled out my throbbing cock, and started stroking hard, eyes glued to the screen. “Shit, Kat…” I muttered under my breath, “You’re such a dirty little slut.” Her soft moans filled the room. I imagined pounding into her from behind while Nelson watched helplessly. More pre-cum leaked over my fingers as I stroked roughly. When she pulled the dildo out of her soaked pussy and sucked it clean, moaning around the toy like a greedy whore, I nearly lost it. “Fuck yes… suck it just like that, Kat,” I rasped, biting my lip hard.

In addition, it can increase an urge for sex. Elena even in her unconscious state, arched her back for me, her lips parted, and I watched the way her n*****s hardened and her p***y tightened around my fingers. I readjusted myself on the bed, placing my left hand by her head. I leaned all my weight on it while forcing a third finger into her tight cunt. My c**k twitched in anticipation to be inside her. Her breath cut, and I gently kissed the corner of her lips. “Beautiful.”

“You do not want her to hear what a slutty little widow you are, do you? Taking daddy’s cock while she is downstairs making soup. Your cunt is so fucking wet and greedy. It is sucking me in like it knows exactly who it belongs to now.” I nodded frantically into his hand, pushing my ass back to meet every savage thrust. The forbidden thrill made everything more intense. I could smell the strong scent of sex filling the room, hear the wet squelch of my creamy pussy taking his thick cock, feel every ridge and vein dragging along my sensitive walls. My nipples scraped against the sheets, adding sharp sparks of pleasure.

“Keep talking to me like that, Bryan. Please. Tell me how you’d fuck me if you were here right now. I want every dirty detail.” He didn’t hesitate. For the next several minutes he painted vivid, filthy pictures of bending me over the edge of my bed, spreading my legs wide open, sliding into my tight, dripping pussy inch by inch while I begged for more. His groans punctuated every sentence, mixing with sweet praises that made my heart race as much as my body. “I’d grab those hips and pull you back onto me… mmm, fuck… you’d feel so warm and wet around my cock. I’d go slow at first, baby, letting you feel every vein, every inch stretching you open. God, Sylvia, you make me throb so hard.”

Marisa was trying to get back into the dating scene, but they were both hopelessly picky. In the meantime, our sex was now ending up in cuddling sessions, long talks and lots of kissing and sensitive actions. Often during our home 'workouts' I'd find myself in the missionary position, relaxed, screwing away almost like old married couples, and discussing our days and goals, and even dreams.

“Don’t worry about that. You’re not the only one who likes filthy books, you know. I like filthy art, too. A load of my stuff is NSFW. Pete loves it.” The relief flooded through me. I’d had no idea how much I’d needed to share the details of my newfound sex life with someone until then. I was still coming to know myself, and getting a glimpse of how far my own sexuality went. I’d never thought my interest in books would come to life, but it had. I was loving every second. Craving more. “Julian’s filthy. Like, really filthy.” “Whips and chains type filthy, or take it up his ass with a cucumber type filthy? Or both?”

“Y-Yes, Steve. I’m a slut, so fuck me." “You fucking shit! I’m cumming! ” “That’s it, Steve! Fuck! I’m cumming also!” Few more thrusts, and I felt myself tremble, reaching the heaven of the heavens of my life. I felt his hot juices filling inside my pussy, and it feels so good. He groaned and cursed on my ear as we both took our time to feel the goodness and pleasure of forbidden sex. “You’re so damn good,” he whispered. Damn, Steve. You are, too. So fucking expert.

Eli whispered. The man flipped the page. “You sure about this?” Eli stepped forward. “Yes.” “You just fucked my daughter.” “No,” Eli said. “I couldn’t even get hard.” That made the man smile. He closed the book. Set it aside. Then pointed to the floor between his legs. Eli dropped instantly. His fingers shook as he pulled the man’s cock from his boxers—already half-hard, thick, heavy. He kissed the tip. Then slid down slow, letting it fill his mouth until it pushed against the back of his throat.

“No one’s ever put it like that before. Not my exes. Not even my therapist.” “Most people don’t think about sex as anything more complicated than missionary versus doggy style.” He shrugged. “But you saw my nightstand. That’s just the shallow end of the pool.” “Should I start with Fifty Shades of Grey?” I asked, my voice half teasing, half desperate. “No.” He laughed, a warm rumble. “That’s terrible research. If you want to learn, I’ll give you better books.” “BDSM?” “Sexuality. Behavior. Safe practices. Power dynamics. Consent.” His hand slid higher, cupping my hips, pulling me down so that his arousal pressed hard against the slick heat at my center. His face hovered inches from mine. “Kno

Curiosity was eating at her. With an effort, she made herself focus on the other titles. He had books on negotiating, battle tactics, history, agriculture…boring. Didn’t the man read any fiction? There was a book on stained glass that looked mildly interesting, but she kept scanning the shelves, hoping for something more enticing. Her search was rewarded. There, right in the middle of his shelves at eye level, was an entire shelf of books devoted to lovemaking. Wiley’s eyes boggled as she read the titles: An Illustrated Guide to the Sensual Arts. A Woman’s Climax. Emotional Need and the Sensual Virgin. There were dozens of titles.