Sex Talk Books Novels & Stories

CONTENT: Big cock, passionate sucking, pussy rubbing, jerking off. CHAPTER 1 Sophia, an exhibitionist, enjoyed showing off her body, and this gave her so much excitement. This lifestyle had earned her lots of admirers. Her husband also liked the idea and encouraged her to do whatever her admirers asked her to do. It excited him to see her being led by vicious dominators. Sophia especially liked to submit to Derick, a guy she met on a dating/flirting website.

“That’s not a lot, Luke. Do you want to know their names? Gabby, Rowan, Dashiell and two sexy hulks at the gym. We fucked right there in the gym at the closet.” “I don’t want to hear your sexual escapades, Sis. Disgusting!” “Oh well. Too bad – you could have gained a tip or two. Do you know the A****n position? You should try that on Pam when you are together. She’ll love it.” “I don’t know what you are talking about.” “What do those books written by sex experts teach you then?” “I haven’t gotten to that part.” Sasha chuckled. “So what part have you gotten to? Gist me. I want to learn too.”

Heat rushed between her legs, and she felt her pussy start to get wet. Professor Kane began the lecture right on time. His voice was steady and professional as he talked about symbolism in the assigned reading. Sara tried to focus, but her eyes kept drifting to his hands. Those same hands that had gripped her thighs and pushed his fingers deep inside her. She squeezed her legs together under the desk. The pressure only made it worse. Her clit throbbed, and fresh slickness coated her panties. Within minutes, she was soaked. The fabric stuck to her swollen lips, and every small movement sent a jolt of need through her.

CHAPTER 78 SILAS – POINT OF VIEW “What did you just say?” She whispers, voice trembling. I play it cool, “What did you hear?” “What … what you said about sex and pain, what?” She stammers, cheeks burning, eyes flickering between us. I don’t want to gaslight her, but I do just that, “Something I read in a book. We don’t have to talk about the borders of sexual dynamics. We can focus on the present, on what we want, so tell me, baby, how do you want me?”

You have to claim them. When he’d gone, because I wasn’t finished yet, I lay on the rumpled bed, and brought myself off with my fingers. I thought of how he’d behaved earlier, sadistic and cruel, reveling in my cries from the pinch of the clamps and the slam of his cock. Then I fell asleep for an hour or so. When I woke, my hair was in a crazy, damp tangle and my breasts were a mess of scratch marks and blotches. And he was probably eating wild turbot because he usually does when it’s on expenses at Saxby’s. I would too. The point I’m making: sex isn’t like it is in the movies; it isn’t even like porn. Sex isn’t like anything except itself.

Taught to Obey: Stretching Her Pussy for the Step-Father The Midnight Intruder: Fucked While My Husband Sleeps The Office Orgy: Taking the Whole Boardroom Stuffed and Satisfied: A Debt Paid in Semen The Step-Brother’s Claim: Marking Her Ass as His Territory The Frat House Slut: Taking Every Cock In Sight Double Penetrated and Degraded: The Maid’s True Calling Pussy on the Edge: Used Until She Could Barely Walk The Master’s Debt: Taking It All From Every Side

**Story 16: The Breeding Festival** **Chapter 2** The roar of the crowd was deafening. Serena lay on her back on the cold stone altar, legs still spread obscenely wide, her body glistening with sweat and the cum of five powerful men. Her pussy throbbed and leaked a steady river of thick seed down her ass crack onto the ancient stone. Her full breasts heaved with every ragged breath, nipples hard and sensitive from being pinched and sucked.

“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.”

Anna said, taking her seat on a couch at the top of the circle. “Do you live in shame of having your tiny pricks seen by your love interests? Do you find it shameful that condoms are too big to roll onto your useless tiny ugh! Have you been unable to enjoy the goodness of sex, because your baby pacifiers are too minute to fit their holes? Well… that's why I'm here to help you. This community will show you how much pleasure you can have, by accepting your pea sized appendages” she said and the men clapped.

His grip slackened for a second before he regained himself. “In that case,” his eyes trailed on me, “I want you to remember that I don't do gentle sex. I make love in a dangerous way. If you want to stop the act, just let me know.” He closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them, they were apologetic. “Although I can't promise you I can stop once I start.”