Sexty Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

“She’s gushing just from us talking filthy. Look at her clít twitching swollen, begging for cock.” “Not a word unless we say so,” the other reminded her twisting her nípple again until her back arched. “You’re nothing but holes tonight. Tits, cunt, ass .. all of it belongs to us.” Clara whimpered into the dark, her body straining against invisible restraints. “Yes, Sir.” Both men laughed, the sound low and filthy. “She’ll learn,” one said. “She’ll learn exactly how we want her.” TO BE CONTINUED

Chapter – 0001 SIREN I've wanted to fuck him since I turned seventeen. Or rather, I've wanted him to fuck me since I turned seventeen. But I became interested in him long before then, I guess...actually from the moment I learned about sex and of all the neat little things I could do with my pussy. Like having a cock shoved into it. Or fingers. Or a dildo. I've always found creative ways to sate my raunchy curiosity. And now, at eighteen, I still want to do the nasty with Mr. Parker, my need rising higher every time he swings by the house.

In the twinkle of an eye he was gone, the door clicking shut soft behind him As my breathing evened out it began to really sink in that I had just had sex with Leo. Leo who was 33. Almost two times my age. And I felt good about it. Really good. In fact I wanted more. I wanted to feel him in my pussy, sliding in and out and stretching me there, filling me completely

He dove back in, slamming his cock into me with everything he had. I was being fucked from both ends. The sensation was blinding. Every time Tyler hit my depths from behind, Rex hit my G-spot from the front. I was trapped in a crossfire of hard cocks, my body shaking with the intensity of it. I felt my consciousness slipping, my world narrowing down to the feeling of skin on skin and the smell of sex.

Jax demanded, his voice raw. “I’m yours,” Richy chanted. “Yours, yours, yours—” His body shook as a nerve-wracking orgasm rocked him, forcing the doctor to join him. Jax’s climax hit him silently at first, then Richy felt it: the hot, pulsing release deep inside him, a flood of heat that seemed to sear away the last cold trace of the doctor’s violation. Jax groaned and collapsed his weight onto Richy, still throbbing within him.

He'd find out I worked for a Falcone company. He would come looking for me. And then what? What the hell would I do then? When I didn’t reply right away, Rex’s texts started coming in, one after another. “Baby, you there?” “Busy? Send me a pic. Like you do. Your hand… or anything.” “Dreamt of you again last night. You were all over me, begging for it.” His words were getting dirtier, bolder. But this time, my cheeks weren't just hot with a blush—they were burning with a cold dread.

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

Luca Moretti pov Short story: I owe Tyler Bennett ten thousand dollars. And I hate it. Not to shame anyone, but when you insist on parading around hotel rooms in nothing but tight boxer briefs and the sluttiest, most distracting socks known to man…this is the exact shit that happens.

These were just fantasies. This went on for over six months. I would come home from work, shower, fix a little dinner, and then sit down at my laptop to watch sex videos, read stories like Poppy’s secret confession or other sex stories about daddy’s, or cruise the M2M ads, looking for the excitement that came from these fantasies. I had discovered a local M2M chat room and would chat with guys, telling them my fantasies. Most were either looking for the same thing or didn't want to waste time chatting once they knew I was scared to actually try anything.