Sex With Strangers Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

THEME: Dark, Intrusive, Taboo Stranger Encounter. KINKS: Stranger sex, voyeurism, rough dominance, forced orgasm, consensual non-consent sex. I wake up with a start, ... Not even knowing why. My skin tingles and I sit up, noticing that my apartment is quiet. I blink severally, adjusting my eyes to the darkness slowly while I look around nervously. The streetlight outside is throwing pale light across my floor and my room is still they way it was when I went to bed---- nothing looks out of place---- but I can’t shake off the feeling that jolted me awake.

The burn twisted into ecstasy, her curvy body rocking forward, big tits heaving as he pounded relentlessly, balls slapping the partition like thunder. The sensations overwhelming Sara's body were a dizzying mix of pain and pleasure, her mind struggling to process the intensity of it all. The taboo thrill of being manhandled by faceless strangers in a public place sent shivers down her spine, even as the rough treatment pushed her to new heights of ecstasy. She could feel Mia's body trembling against hers, the shared pleasure a bond that went beyond words. It was a moment of raw, primal connection, their secret desires laid bare in the darkness of the glory hole.

To be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

“I’ve been searching everywhere for you, and I know you’re in there. Please, open up.” Another heavy thud rattled the wood. “Kay, please say something… okay, I’m here for the herbs. Just open up and give them to me, please?” Kayla inhaled sharply, her voice strained with worry. “Unless you want me to die from these cramps.” She paused. “That didn’t sound convincing, right?” she sighed. “Fine. It’s not about the herbs. Screw the herbs, Kay.” She knocked again, harder this time. “But please open up. I don’t want you to feel bad or humiliated about the words on the street. Like… are they crazy for spreading such rumors? You having sex with the stranger in the woods? That’s insane.”

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

I scream, not minding if I would draw attention. “Ahhh,” he groans and rams into me. Deeper. Fucking hard! I feel my cunt swell with his seeds, ones I wish would germinate inside of me. Lust in love, I come. Hard. Squirting and moaning like a bitch. New story alert: You’re locked in a room with your father's best friend. A freak, perverted sadist. You crossed the line by inviting your boyfriend over. To punish you, he straps you in a collar and drags you to his dark, kinky room, and teaches you how bad girls are handled.

Three Hung Strangers Destroyed My Tied-Up Married Body While My Husband Sat Just Feet Away I was completely broken. Tied spread-eagle on the massage table like a filthy sacrifice, panties stuffed in my mouth, silk scarf gagging me, my married pussy swollen, dripping, and throbbing after back-to-back orgasms. And the three massive studs weren’t even close to finished. Jax climbed onto the table first, his thick, veiny cock slapping against my soaked folds. Without warning, he slammed every inch into my cunt in one brutal thrust.

I told myself it was because I didn’t want it wrinkled. I type: He told me about his wife. Three dots. Then: Oh. Alina. No. Me: I know. Sienna: Do you? Because this is how it starts. He gives you a sad story, you give him your trust, and then you’re the other woman in a revenge plot you started. Me: It’s not like that. Sienna: It’s exactly like that. You’re forgetting the plan. I look at the coat. I look at the Meridian campaign on my laptop. We’ll keep the lights on.

Eye to eye, both sets of pupils filled with disbelief and confusion. "But we had sex, right?" Her voice was a mere whisper, too fragile to contain the storm raging within. "Even if it was stopped halfway." The rather cheery air was there in her words. I was stunned, trying to understand what she was saying. "But we used a condom," I finally replied, almost a pitiful seizure of a thread of argument that was gradually pulling apart with time. The mere thought of what she said sent a cold bolt of panic into me. "So what's on about it?"

Henry starts shaking his head vehemently. “I know you’re a slut and I don’t like it,” I continue, he grimaces, “So if you ever get the urge to be a slut again, you better tell me or I will kill you.” “Are you crazy? I wouldn’t do that,” he growls, annoyed, “Sex with strangers is just a thing to do. A thing… like red peppers. I like them when I go out and they’re in my food, but I never buy them myself to eat at home. I could live without red peppers forever. Sex with you is very different.”