Sexual Storys Novels & Stories

He grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. “Let me go.” “Wellsy, for fuck’s sake, can you just be a little bit patient?” I stopped. “There's nothing you can say to make me feel better about this.” “Fine. See it as a threesome, that's something everyone has undeniably wanted to try out.” “Not as a normal thing, Adrian. You're telling me that every time you like a girl, you…” “No!” He cut me off like he knew what I was about to say. “It's just the sex.”

He gripped her hips hard, set his cock to her entrance and stroked it. "Fuck me, Bruno!" He slid into her soaked pussy in one deep stroke. “Oh fuuuck!” Vivian cried out. Her voice echoed off the tiles. His thick cock split her open, stretching her. Bruno groaned and thrust deep into her. The wet slap of his muscular thighs against her ass filled the shower. He fucked her hard in that doggy-style until her legs shook. Brie stepped in front of Vivian. She spread her legs wide. Her pussy glistened even more with a mix of wetness and shower water. She grabbed her stepdaughter’s head with both hands and pulled her face straight into her dripping folds.

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

He spun me around again with my back to his chest as he lodged a bulge between my ass cheeks humping me harder. "You're dripping for me. Does Jake know his bride's this wet for his own father?", he groaned, his fingers reaching down to finger-fuck my pussy. "No," I murmured, grinding back on his hand. My clit throbbed under touch. His mouth latched onto my shoulder, sucking hard till a hickey formed there then he pulled away licking the spot with reverence. A bell dinged at the front of the store, and new customers were chatting. Their heels clicked on the marble floor. Gerald froze, his fingers buried deep in me. "Hear them? One moan and they'll hear you."

Mr. Hawkins, the stern yet handsome history teacher, had been harboring secret desires for his star pupil, Ethan, for months now. The young man's quick wit, dazzling smile, and lithe physique drove the educator wild with lust, though he always maintained a professional demeanor... until today.

IMPORTANT WARNING: This is an MM (Male/Male) Gay Erotica story with extremely explicit and graphic sexual content. If you prefer MF stories and are uncomfortable with gay romance, please skip this book and move to Story 9 in my collection. 18+ ONLY. Liam’s hand still stung from the slap he’d delivered two days ago. The memory burned hotter than the summer night air clinging to his skin. That arrogant bastard at the gallery opening, tall, dark-haired, with a jaw like carved marble and eyes that screamed 'I own everything I touch' had grabbed him by the waist and kissed him like he had every right. No warning. Just lips crashing down, demanding, tasting of expensive whiskey and pure dominance.

2. PREYE Dad left years ago after the separation, so it’s just me and Mom back home. She’s been grinding through everything alone, and I’ve gotten damn good at hiding my secrets. I’m straight as fuck. Men do it for me hard,thick heavy cocks stretching my pussy wide open, gagging on dick until my eyes water and spit runs down my chin, that rough BDSM shit where a guy ties me up and treats my holes like his personal cum dump. Nothing beats sucking cock though. Feeling it throb and swell on my tongue, swallowing every thick rope when he’s earned it.

You're probably thinking, "It's a CEO story. It's going to have the same old cliche beginning." It could start in my office with a pointless benign argument involving me and my girlfriend. The usual classic cliche shit. Maybe we'd throw in a sex scene after the argument, you know, spice things up a bit. Or maybe after the argument and sex, I get an epiphany and decide to break up. It's not you, it's me. It's what's best for both of us. Well, I'm going to have to disappoint you there because I'm not in my office. I'm not even in town.

I want you to fuck my pussy while you suck my nipples and bite at the little rings. ‘And?’ Ross said, his face impassive as he forked up the spicy tomato sauce. ‘And...and...I want you to push a finger into my anus, while you suck my clitoris and lick up my juices. I want to make you come inside me.’ Stacey squirmed on the cool seat, pressing her pouting, thickened sex-lips against the now warm wood. Her juices had seeped down to pool on the chair. She could hardly believe she was saying these things. They usually didn’t speak during sex. But that was then. Somehow this was now —a new time. A time of endless possibilities. Lord, what a birthday this was turning out to be!

Girls that had sexual sex, much more enjoyable than my awkward and unsatisfying sex life at the moment. The story that stood out for me was based around a girl who went camping with her husband. They bunch made a couple of friends and one thing led to another with five guys fucking her, filling her with cum. The following experience came in the shape of a p**n movie among my immature man friends who’d put on during a party. In the lady's bleached blonde hair to her giant fake tits, everything about it dropped into the class of fake. Certainly not a turn on like the aforementioned narrative, but seeing her take on four giant cocks somehow made the dream a little more genuine.