Sexstories Novels & Stories

Melissa’s heart pounded as she stepped into the dimly lit warehouse in Victoria Island. The underground kink party was invitation-only, and she had spent weeks working up the courage to come. At twenty-six, she was tired of boring boyfriends who fucked like they were scared to break her. She wanted more. She wanted to be used. Owned.

The first powerful rope of cum splattered across her cheek and open mouth, followed by thick strands landing on her heaving breasts and hard nipples. Chris joined him, shooting long, heavy jets across her neck, chin, and the deep valley between her massive tits. More cum landed on her stomach and swollen pussy, mixing with the creampies already leaking from both her holes. They kept stroking until every last drop was drained onto her. By the end, Lauren was a complete mess, covered in thick, white cum. It dripped from her face, ran down her chin onto her neck and tits, pooled in the valley between her enormous breasts, and leaked heavily from her well-fucked pussy and asshole.

She flips again… “I dream of her again. This time…on the cafe floor. Her hands tied up by mine. Her breath catching, not because she was scared but because she wanted it…she couldn’t get enough…” Again… “I watched her today…her lipsgloss smudged, her hair all messy like she had just been fucked…if she was I’m pissed….it should’ve been me!…” … “She thinks I’m just a guy who has too much caffeine and loves reading/writing…little does she know I’m writing a story…our story…she’s the main character…and this book, it’s the ending of the beginning…” … “When she finally lets me in I’ll make her scream my-…”

Only the words “Valid for one weekend. Use once. Burn after.” She stared at the picture every night while her vibrator buzzed between her legs and her husband slept in the next room. The fantasies grew darker each time. Five strangers. A penthouse suite. No names. No limits except the safe word she knew she would never use. Just a weekend of being used so thoroughly she would feel them for weeks. Friday arrived cold and wet. She told her husband she was having a girls’ night in the city. He kissed her cheek and told her to have fun. She almost came right there in the doorway from the guilt and the thrill.

I had never heard him speak in such a manner. "What? You're not man enough?" she teased even more. "We broke up two years ago, Evelyn. I have a wife now.". "I bet her tits aren't as nice as this," Evelyn interjected, rubbing her nipples, teasing Frank even more, tracing lines over her thighs. "I could really use some strong hands right now. I need to be punished.like the fucking slut that I am.". She said, Fuck, Evelyn was sexy. I'd never been turned on by another woman before, but this was different.

CONTENT: Bdsm, rough sex, submissive, sex toys. CHAPTER 1 Sarah pulled up in front of the warehouse building but didn’t shut the engine off. The building was one of three in a nondescript industrial complex in central Pinellas County. Ten bays to a building, with some businesses taking up more than one bay. Nothing remarkable about it, except that it was nine o’clock on a Friday night, and there were at least thirty cars clustered around one particular bay while the rest of the complex lay desolate and dark. A sign over the door simply read Axis.

I hаd mу fingеrѕ in my fiancee’s рuѕѕу during the еntirе ѕtоrу. I couldn't just help myself. By the time she was done telling her story, my dick was throbbing painfully, and I swear her pussy had gotten wetter. My fingers were covered in her arousal. Damn, those two lesbians had turned my fiancee into a horny dog in heat and banged her in a fucking public toilet at a club, and she fucking loved it. I could tell from the excitement swimming in her eyes.

If you’re interested, you can find my other books on these platforms: GoodNovel: Trio of Mates Series: 4 werewolf books that take on the idea of what would happen if one of the leadership was gay and couldn’t produce an heir. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed) Love in the Time of Quarantine: 4 short stories that look at what happens when you are stuck with someone you didn’t expect during quarantine. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed) Dissonance and Harmony: The story of a high school girl who has to face her rapist at his sentencing hearing and deal with her PTSD from that night. Graphic violence and rape scenes. (completed)

Hi there lovely readers! Here's a list of my other works you can probably find on certain apps/sites. -*-*-*- 1) Incubus' Blood Harem [male oriented book | W E B N O V E L] 2) Femme Fatale: The Queen Of Chess - Completed. [W E B N O V E L | C H E R E A D S] 3) Sex Delicacies [M O B O R E A D E R] 4) His Wife Is My Lover - Volume one, completed.

They were suddenly cold as if a window had been thrown open to the chill winter air. Madame Valentina started shouting at her in a strange language but she surprisingly understood every word. She bent the woman backwards and started to lick her delicately featured face like an animal looking for a tender place to sink its teeth. The scent of the woman's femininity was overwhelming and she had a hunger she never suspected she held deep inside her. The sight of the blood coursing through her neck veins was so intoxicating that she kissed Madame Valentina like she was a first love being sacrificed on the altar of her depraved desire. Her fingers explored the fortune-telling woman's secret femin