Sexual Literature Novels & Stories

"If you're sure you want to share." Gemma carefully ran her fingers through Sabrina's hair, gathering it up into a loose ponytail. Gemma's own hair was plastered to her forehead with sweat, her blonde locks messy and framing her features with an 'I just had sex' aura. "I am," she said. "And to say thank you for hitting my kink so well..." She moved her hands from Sabrina's hair to her throat. "I want to do the same for you. Now, bed Daddy to stretch out your cunt and fuck a big, creamy load into you as well."

Who leaves their wife alone for two months and goes silent like she’s a bill he’ll get back to eventually? I shut the window harder than I mean to. The room goes dark and quiet. I open the nightstand drawer like a ritual. The vibrator has been getting more use than my husband for longer than I want to admit. I lie back and don’t turn it on yet — just press it against the front of my panties, letting my clit feel the weight of it, the pressure. My hips tilt up on their own. I’ve been so starved for sex that even just this makes my breath go shallow.

CHAPTER 52. THE ECHO OF A SIN SELENE'S POV We are both panting, ragged breaths tearing through the heavy air of my bedroom. The scent of sex, sweat, and something raw, electric, hangs thick around us, a tangible cloud of our recent transgression. My body, still humming with the aftershocks of a cataclysmic high, clings desperately to his. My fingers, numb and tingling, are buried in the silken strands of his dark hair, gripping him as if he's the only anchor in a world that has just spun wildly off its axis. God, the sheer, undeniable truth of it washes over me: he is far from finished. The primal energy still radiates from him, a scorching heat against my skin, a deep thrumming in my bones.

Chapter 10: Cowgirl Ruin The hallway is a blur of raw sensation, the very air thick with the smell of sex and sweat. Her cries have dissolved into raw noise, her body a trembling, pliant form against him. He watches her head loll back, her sweat-soaked hair clinging to her temples, her face a mask of shattered will and desperate pleasure. He’s deep inside her, still pounding, each thrust a brutal confirmation of his dominance, of her utter, complete surrender. The wet slap of their skin is a relentless rhythm, echoing in the narrow space, a testament to their transgression.

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.

Sex to be superior must have the proper preparation of the couple, if one of the two fails, the magic is lost. Nowadays we observe that most of the people feel dislike and boredom for the normal, ordinary sex of yesteryear. They look for other routes of penetration, sex between the same gender, with animals, virtual, electromechanical objects and other methods of sexual stimulation. His sexual fiction is incomplete and does not satisfy his Neural need ... All this has an explanation. Lack of preparation and gradual mental development from childhood.

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“And most people just skim between the sex scenes, anyway, in these types of books.” Gregory laughed, losing his breath. “Most people don’t have your absolute focus on sex, Vixen.” “Shame, that. If everyone focused on getting off, they wouldn’t get into all other sorts of strife,” she was teasing him. “Do you want me to tell you a real porn story, rather than one from a book?”

He hadn’t spoken to Douglas in years, but that hadn’t seemed to bother his old friend. They’d talked for quite some time about Rowena and her situation. Douglas had convinced him to trust that she knew what she needed and had recommended ‘Healing Sex: The Right Approach to Healing Sexual Trauma’ a book that encourages women recovering from sexual abuse to live a normal sexual life again and teaches them how to say ‘yes’ to their own sexual desires and on their own terms. He’d bought it immediately and had been racing through it, trying to nail down a game plan before contacting Rowena. There was no doubt… He’d be consulting it frequently and he wasn’t even halfway through.

She rolls his eyes, as if it's something that doesn't surprise him at all. “How do you know?” I roll my eyes. “Your circumstantial face is obvious,” she points out, waving her finger. “It's such a cliche in men!” She rolls her eyes. “Cliché? Really? Whoops! I had not thought of it.” “Yes,” she nods briskly. “I'm not going to ask you if you've seen porn, because you obviously have,” suddenly I feel my heart race when I hear a specific word. “We have all seen porn at some point in life!” Here again, the blessed word. Unable to avoid it, I start to scratch the back of my neck, even if it doesn't itch. I thank heaven Harper doesn't know what I usually do when I'm nervous. “The point is that nine