Sexty Stories Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 58 AMARA There's a difference between sex and SEX. For years, all I did with Marcus was sex, but with Caleb, it was full blown SEX. Driving out the wildest orgasm I've ever had in my life. That SEX puts you in a place everything feels like rainbows and butterflies. Ans God! I could never get tired of being there. His fingers dug into my hips, anchoring me to him as I rode the last waves of my orgasm. I gripped onto his shoulder for support as my body trembled around his cock, still pulsing with the aftershocks of orgasm.

Wet sounds filled the quiet room every time his fingers moved. He kept me like that for long minutes, building the need higher and higher. My thighs trembled. Soft broken moans spilled out of me without stop. “Ahhhhh… I need your cock… ahhhhh… please…” “Soon.” He pulled his fingers out and showed me how shiny they were. “Look how wet you get for your husband’s father. You are ready to be used.” Victor opened the top drawer of the nightstand and took out two soft black rope ties and a dark silk scarf. My heart slammed against my ribs.

Sasha reached up and played with my nipples, pulling and slapping them lightly while Dominic spanked my ass and pulled my hair. “Take it, you dirty little planner,” Dominic growled. “This is what you wanted. Two cocks wrecking your holes while we call you our cumslut.” “Yes! Harder!” I begged. “Use me. Breed me. Fill me up.” The dirty words kept coming. They called me every filthy name and I loved every second. Sasha sucked hard on my nipples while Dominic fucked my ass deep. The pressure built again until I exploded in the strongest orgasm yet. My whole body shook violently between them as I squirted all over Sasha’s strap-on.

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

The e-mail showed that Selena was Googling pornographic websites - specifically sites which catalogued and stored sex stories. As he checked the screenshots and the text which was being typed into the search bar, he found that she was looking for stories which dealt with S&M, dominance and submission, bondage and humiliation. The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later.

They thought I was innocent. They saw the pink nails, the shy smile, the quiet girl with a tote bag full of poetry books. But they didn’t know what I kept in my Notes app. My Birthday List. 1 Suck a cock until he begs. 2 Get fucked in front of a mirror. 3 Anal slow first, then hard. 4 Try a blindfold. 5 Hear someone moan my name. 6 Cry from how good it feels. 7 Be used by more than one man.

He had been charming and a few weeks later, I hadn’t been able to resist when he’d invited me on a weekend trip to the Cayman island. We’d fucked like bunnies all weekend. For a 70 year old, his old saggy balls were still in pretty good shape. There was nothing we didn’t try. After our Cayman adventures, he had introduced me to The Order. It is mostly dark sex and orgies. Tonight is orgy night. I’m looking forward to been fucked on all holes by different dicks. Daddy’s lying with his hairy thighs spread wide open. I waste no time taking his cock in my grip. I wrap both hands around his cock and begin to stroke him the way he likes. I start out slowly, building momentum.

Sadness hid around the corner of her eyes, and I knew she was speaking from experience. “Thanks, I’ll try, Kim.” I went back, pecked her cheek with my lips and went back to work in my room. I needed to work on the title. Daily Sext would work, but people wanted to know about the sexy times too, not just about sexts, so I needed something different as a headline. I’d work on that alter, I decided. For now, I needed an article, so focused on that. The chime of my phone as more texts came in made me smile. I’d be busy later too, replying to all these men that suddenly wanted to give me attention.

The bed was untidy, and just on the floor close to the bed, lay Sarah's crushed lacy panties. ‎I opened the drawer on Tyson's side of the bed and saw tons of unused condoms, a handcuff, and some other sex toys. Then I moved over to Sarah's side of the bed, opened the drawer, and saw vibrators of different sizes and colors with a p**n magazine.

Her husband ran out just as her pursuer pulled up,jumped from his car and yelled:'Lady,there's A MAN WITH A KNIFE HIDING IN YOUR BACKSEAT! I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!