Sexting Smut Novels & Stories

My mouth watered. The sexting went on for hours. We described every dirty thing we wanted to do to each other..him bending me over his bed, me riding him while he sucked on my tits, him making me cum on his tongue before fucking me senseless. I cummed twice just from his words and my own fingers, whispering his name into my pillow. He told me he stroked himself to my picture, imagining it was my tight pussy instead of his hand. By 5:30 a.m., we were both exhausted but satisfied.

Sweat poured down their bodies, mixing together as they rutted against each other like animals. Lucas leaned in, hot breath against Damien’s ear. “I can smell how empty your hole is. How bad it needs to be knotted and bred by a stronger alpha.” He ripped Damien’s jeans open with one savage tug. Damien’s cock sprang free, thick and dripping, slapping wetly against his abs. Lucas shoved his own pants down, freeing his massive alpha cock — longer and thicker than Damien’s, veins bulging, the head already slick and angry red. Lucas spat into his palm and wrapped his hand around both their cocks, stroking them together in long, filthy pulls. Their precum mixed, making everything slick and nasty.

ROXETTE He didn’t pull his fingers out. Instead, he kept them buried deep, curling and thrusting roughly, his thumb pressing hard circles on my swollen clit. “Fuck, you’re soaked. Look at you, dripping like a faucet, making such a mess on Daddy’s hand. You’re not even trying to hide how much you love being my little slut, are you? Crying your pretty eyes out but this cunt is begging for more. Soaking the sheets like you’re about to piss yourself from how bad you need it.”

“ This is the greatest gift I have ever received.” SEX WITH THE DEVIL

he growled, losing control of himself as he drilled the woman that could be any man's wet dream further into submission. "Yes! YES! I'm a slut! I'm a cheap fucking whore!" Cassy screamed out, her cunt squeezing the massive hunk of a man as she felt the ecstasy of the dirty talk go straight to her head, making her gush with sensations. "You love it, don't you? You love getting fucked like this? You love being a man's sextoy? My sextoy" he chuckled, he had never met a slut like her, one that hid behind such a gorgeous façade, but beneath, she was pure filth.

The ache from earlier came back stronger. “Angie, he’s texting dirty stuff,” I whispered. “Good. Reply dirty back. Practice.” I hesitated, then typed. Me: You can’t say things like that. I’ve never had anyone touch me there. Wesley: Fuck, Samantha. You’re killing me. I want to be the first. I’d go slow. Make you feel so good that you forget about essays and grades for a while. A soft moan escaped me before I could stop it.

It was not long before the messages ceased to be about what we were writing and devolved into sexting, each of us describing what we would like to do to one another, how I was touching myself, how she was touching herself. All the while, I was thousands of miles away, I married a woman I loved, who had always been, and remained, my best friend. It was wrong, I knew, but the sex life between my wife and I had become stale. After 15 years of marriage our sex knife had fizzled and grown stale. We tried to fix that aspect of our relationship but nothing seemed to work. Her sex drive waned as mine remained the same, or even grew. Flirting and sexting with this young Mexican girl filled a need in

He squeezed her round ass and teased her their tight holes with his fingers. The sensation was pure heaven. The warm oil made every slide smooth and erotic. Sara's pussy left wet trails along his cock as she rubbed against him. She slid her pussy lips up and down the full length of his enormous cock, teasing the swollen head against the entrance but not letting him enter yet. Vincent’s breathing became heavy. His cock twitched and leaked precum. The teasing drove him insane. “We’re your little sluts now, Daddy. Use us however you want," Sara whispered.