Sexual Private Story Names Novels & Stories

his grip loosened slightly, thumb dragging across her bottom lip, "tell me your real name." "Seraphina," she whispered. "Seraphina." A shudder rolled through her entire body. Her jaw was burning where his fingers had pressed, sharp and stinging, and somehow that only made the heat between her legs worse. "Have you done this before?" She shook her head, a strand of hair falling across her face. "No." He pushed back the strand, fingertips barely grazing her cheek, and the softness of it after everything else made her lips part on a silent breath.

The helplessness of wanting something so badly and having no control over getting it. Then I closed the email tab. And opened a different document. The file was titled “Untitled Document 3” because I wasn’t creative with file names. But inside was something I’d never admit to anyone…not even Aria. My secret project. My guilty pleasure. My completely mortifying hobby. I wrote eroticas.I posted under the username “MidnightConfessions” on a fiction site. I wrote whenever I got inspiration. And lately? Inspiration was hitting me hard and frequently.

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

No, no, no. “How do you know that?” I asked, my voice low. “Did a little digging,” he said, grinning. “You’re the author of A Virgin’s Guide to Breaking Virginity, right?” I felt the blood drain from my face. “ My dirty stories with my adoptive elder brother. My secret pen name. This is a disaster,” I thought. “Keep your voice down!” I hissed. “No one’s supposed to know that!” “Relax,” he said. “I haven’t told anyone… yet.”

Their relationship was nothing more than a sponsor and an artist, with the main character dutifully warming his bed even without being asked. In one word, this was a fully spicy, abusive arc that won the hearts of many crazy readers and elevated the whole book into one of the top spicy books on the platform! Uea should have been excited. Aside from money, what else was the joy of life? Of course, it was sex. Sterly gave the main character both satisfying sex and money. What else could one desire? But humans were made to be inherently greedy. When they hadn't tasted something, they'd never see it as much, but after tasting it, it would be hard to pretend they hadn't.

Hard and fast and relentless until I'm coming over and over and can't remember my own name. I've been rotating them for a while now. The mechanic when I need to be split open and filled completely. The neighbor's brother when I need to be fucked into oblivion with speed and stamina. Between the two of them I'm finally getting what I need. What my body has been screaming for since before my first daughter was born. My husband has no idea. He thinks I'm just taking care of the cars. Being friendly with the neighbors. He has no clue that I'm getting the best sex of my life from two men who know exactly how to use their bodies.

We all have secrets. The first real secret I ever had began when I was nine years old. I’m not talking about when someone tells you something and you keep it to yourself—it’s more like when you know something or have seen something that no one else has, and telling someone about it takes away from your pleasure, from your secret. Now, I’m not going to talk about my secret eleven years ago. I’m going to talk about my biggest secret of all time. Back when I was sixteen years old.

Welcome to P**n Academy ~ Olivia ~ I stood outside the tall glass building, heart beating fast. The sign above the door read “P**n Academy” in bold red letters. It looked like any normal school from the outside, but I knew better. This place trained people to have sex on camera… professionally, confidently, and without shame.

The scent of him around the study seemed to wrap around me, intensifying the forbidden thrill. My world narrowed to the sensations, the rhythmic friction, the building pressure. I was lost in it, completely undone by the pleasure, forgetting everything but the insistent throb between my legs. My body arched, my nails scoring the leather of the chair as I fucked myself over and over again, calling out my step-father’s name without shame. Julian had wanted to know who was living under his roof. And now, he had the most intimate answer. I have become a whore for him. But still, he is my step father.

he asked flirtingly. "You didn't use protection the last time.Why?" "Why? Don't you want to have my baby?"he asked kissing my neck. "Yeah" "Good.You are my girlfriend now Claire"he whispers as he slowly penetrated me and I moaned loudly. "Damn you are so wet"he groans as he slowly brought his length out sinking it back into me. "Mas..." "Call me Darrell"he moans kissing my neck as he thrust into me. "Darrell"I moan as he raises my legs on his shoulders pinning me against the bed for a deeper penetration.He leans to kiss me as he thrust deeper into my dripping core.