Novel & Cerita Sexual Books To Read

She cried out his name, lost in the sensation of… I slammed the book shut, my cock hardening instantly. So this was what my innocent Elara had been reading. I opened the book again, unable to help myself, flipping through the pages. Which contained sex scenes. Descriptions of positions, sensations, emotions. Some of the pages had corners turned down like she’d been marking her favorite parts. The image of Elara lying in bed, reading these explicit scenes, her hand slipping between her legs as she imagined someone touching her like that…it made me fucking feral. She’d hidden this book like a secret. Like she was embarrassed by what she wanted.

I started reading again, my palm sliding slowly over my own skin as the fabric of my skirt rustled softly. "Last night I imagined her again those small, perky tits perfect for my hand and that tight little hole that has never been properly fucked. I would edge her for hours, make her drip down her thigh while she reads my dirty words back to me in that soft, shaky voice of hers." As I spoke, my fingers moved higher on my thigh. The light touch made my skin tingle, sending a shiver down my spine. My pussy felt swollen and slick now, the ache building with every word I read out loud.

The room was a symphony of filth: wet slaps, muffled moans, the creak of desks, the squelch of cocks plunging into stretched holes, the occasional sharp slap of skin on skin. Marcus sped up in Ava’s ass—short, brutal thrusts—then buried deep, groaning as he came again—hot pulses flooding her back hole. He pulled out slowly—cum leaking from her gaping ass, dripping down to mix with the mess between her thighs. Ava came again—screaming into Lila’s cunt—body convulsing, ass clenching around nothing now. Lila followed—hips bucking, squirting over Ava’s face. Ethan slammed into Jade one last time—came with a low growl—filling her cunt again until it overflowed, running down her thighs.

"Nice, son. That's a lot like my experiences. I too had my first sexual experience with a man. In my case, it was one of my teachers, a young man, married. His wife and son were out of town and he was painting the apartment. It was fall, but still hot. He asked for my help. On the first day, he was in loose athletic shorts and as he went up the ladder, I noticed that he had no underwear. He saw me look and said, 'it's too hot for undies. You should take yours off too.' I went to go to the room, and he stopped me. 'It's just us guys, like the locker room, change here.' I did and I noticed him watching me carefully. I was sure his penis got a little hard too. "We took a break later and I notic

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.

“That’s not a lot, Luke. Do you want to know their names? Gabby, Rowan, Dashiell and two sexy hulks at the gym. We fucked right there in the gym at the closet.” “I don’t want to hear your sexual escapades, Sis. Disgusting!” “Oh well. Too bad – you could have gained a tip or two. Do you know the A****n position? You should try that on Pam when you are together. She’ll love it.” “I don’t know what you are talking about.” “What do those books written by sex experts teach you then?” “I haven’t gotten to that part.” Sasha chuckled. “So what part have you gotten to? Gist me. I want to learn too.”

Heat rushed between her legs, and she felt her pussy start to get wet. Professor Kane began the lecture right on time. His voice was steady and professional as he talked about symbolism in the assigned reading. Sara tried to focus, but her eyes kept drifting to his hands. Those same hands that had gripped her thighs and pushed his fingers deep inside her. She squeezed her legs together under the desk. The pressure only made it worse. Her clit throbbed, and fresh slickness coated her panties. Within minutes, she was soaked. The fabric stuck to her swollen lips, and every small movement sent a jolt of need through her.

He paused, then said without looking up, “I wrote. ‘Patient deflects discomfort with seduction. Attempts to regain control through sexual tension.’” I sucked in a slow breath. “Well,” I muttered. “That’s not sexy at all.” “It’s not supposed to be.” My legs uncrossed and re-crossed, slower this time, not for show but because I needed to move. To feel something. Anything. “Do you think I’m disgusting?” I asked suddenly. That caught him off guard. Barely. But I saw it—the shift in his eyes, like I’d finally said something real. “No,” he said.

she continued. John closed the bedroom door and she started to push me off, "I need a shower to wash the smell of sex out off me," she explained but I just flexed my cock inside her and the just started to pound insider her. "You are a bad boy," she said and pushed back at me in turn until I shot my load inside her causing her to scream loudly as she felt my sperm flood her insides.

I spoke, voice small at first, then spilling faster. I have always ached to be touched with force, to feel hands gripping me hard enough to leave marks. Seven men have fucked me, one after another, and I dropped to my knees between them, taking their cocks into my mouth in turn until each spilled across my face. Six dildos sit in my drawer alongside a rose toy and a vibrator, all mine. I have tried to quit them more times than I can count, yet every attempt fails. The need always pulls me back.