Sexstories Novels & Stories

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

The thought was so erotic, that her pussy flooded with moisture. She had certainly never considered her Step-son a sexual being, or partner. She was happily married, and although her husband had had a stroke three months earlier and the doctor had suggested no sex for a period of six months, she was not sexually frustrated. Her husband's fingers and her vibrator had provided all the sex she required.

With her shaking hand, she slowly pulls off my boxer shorts, making my cock slap her cheeks. She then looked at me. “It’s so big! I don’t think it’s going to fit in my mouth,” she said, amazed. I caressed her hair softly. “Isn’t your boyfriend’s cock huge too? ” She frowned. “His cock is nothing compared to yours.” Damn! It’s so nice to hear it. I watched her wrap her hands around my cock, and I breathed heavily because of her hands’ warmth. She’s watching me as she starts to stroke it, her tongue following on my head, licking it down to my cock’s body.

Oanez let out a guttural sound from the back of her throat as Aleric stepped trailed and slipped a finger inside Oanez's wide open p*ssy. Then the old woman laid on the floor, and she watched as her husband mounted her, his manhood disappearing and up into the woman, and appearing seconds later. Horror, fear, anger, and disgust held her in place as they continued their tryst. Dimly, she became aware that the other witches in the hall were now engaged in different sexual acts of their own. "Wanna Join, cunt?" laughed a witch in her face as another stopped dove n and began to s*ck the woman's

“Says the Alpha who gave his Luna oral sex in dream land.” “That would actually a very interesting story plot.” “Exactly why we should be doing more adventurous things while fucking…to spice up our lives and make good story plots.” “Hmm.” “Yeah, you mentioned one time that Everlery likes writing…she can write erotica stories with what we do and who knows? We might be the inspiration to a bestseller book.”

The darkness of the room made me invisible, but I felt as if I were glowing bright red from the heat i had burning inside. I stared intently at the two strangers across the alley and imagined it was me instead of the black woman enjoying this mystery man’s cock. The woman stood, letting the hardened penis pop free from her mouth and pulled her dress up over her head. A black bra and thong covered the sacred parts of her body. Her black stockings were held up by a black garter-belt. The man smiled ear to ear as the woman turned away from him and unfastened her bra. She teasingly flipped it to him and covered her small breasts, acting shy. The stranger placed the lacy, black bra over his cock

"Alex!… AH-H-H!… OH MY GOD!… IT’S TOO HUGE… AH-H!" "You belong to me and me alone," I wheezed, my teeth grinding, as the intense heat of her clenching flesh almost made me spill instantly. "Say you belong to me and me alone!" "Yes… Alex!… Ah… ughh-h!… I belong to you alone. Fuck, you’re hitting the bottom… oh God… keep doing it… hnh-h…" she said. I have never fucked any girl like I fucked my stepsister Racheal.

My legs felt shaky as I descended the stairs, the cool wood against my bare feet doing nothing to calm the fire still burning between my thighs. The dream clung to me like a second skin, Alex’s thick cock stretching me open, his dirty growls in my ear, the way I’d moaned like a slut while he fucked me senseless in my own bed. My soaked panties rubbed against my swollen clit with every step, sending little sparks up my spine. I tugged the hem of my tiny sleep shorts down, but they barely covered anything. My thin tank top clung to my breasts, nipples still hard and obvious. Part of me hoped he’d notice. The other part was terrified he would.

Emma lay on the rumpled sheets, chest still heaving, legs trembling from the aftershocks. Jax’s cum leaked slowly from her swollen pussy onto the expensive bedding. She felt filthy, satisfied, and more alive than she had in years. The bedroom door opened. Lena stepped in, eyes bright with excitement, followed by two more girls from the party, Sophie and Mia. Jax stood at the foot of the bed, still gloriously naked and half hard again. “Damn,” Lena said, taking in the sight of her best friend thoroughly fucked. “You really went for it.”

He didn’t pull away. She didn’t either. The woman on the track got louder. More frantic. Mara’s hand gripped the armrest. She was dripping. Shame burned in her chest but the craving was worse. She wanted him to hear all of it. Wanted him to know. Daniel’s hand brushed her knee under the blanket. Lightly at first. Then stayed. His thumb stroked once, slow. Neither of them spoke. The plane hummed around them. Thirty-five thousand feet in the air. And Mara Sinclair sat there soaked, mortified, and more turned on than she’d been in years — sharing the filthiest parts of herself with a stranger who wouldn’t look away.