Sexy Atories Novels & Stories

"Well I think her loudness is annoying and hell no she's not my type, and no I'm not interested in whatever shenanigan she's doing!" "Hmm" she sighed as she adjusted in her seat . "So on a scale of one to ten how beautiful do you think she is?!" "Emma !!" He exclaimed. "What?!This is not the first time were discussing about something like this , so why are you making hers look awkward!" She retorted and he smiled. "You really wanna know?!" He asked and she nodded. "She's a ten actually" he said and she bent her head to the left slightly. "Well that's ... That's impressive" she replied.

Before the arrest, I could be considered as a guy who never had trouble getting women. A beautiful face and a good lip always guaranteed the best sex. And I don't say that referring to extremely beautiful women or anything like that. The ones who had sex best were the shameless ones, and the beautiful girls were raised in homes where they learned good manners above all, and that fucked a good sex. An unforgettable sex was always done with those who did not care about the dirt of sex until exhaustion, with the excessive heat and disheveled hair, and not even with spanking in the ass and hair pulls.

The bedroom air felt thick with anticipation as we stepped inside. The lights were dimmed to a soft golden glow, casting warm shadows across the king-sized bed. My body was already buzzing from the intense orgasm Victor had given me downstairs. My skin felt hypersensitive, my nipples tight, and my pussy still slick and throbbing with need. Victor guided me toward the bed with a firm, possessive hand on my lower back. Ryan followed closely, pulling the armchair right beside the bed for the best possible view.

The assigned text, Bataille’s Erotism, was a descent into philosophical darkness. It spoke of the sacred and the profane, of violence as a gateway to ecstasy, of transgression as a necessary rupture of the mundane world. Elara read it in her small apartment, her body still sore and marked from the last session, the words resonating in her bones. She understood, now, that her thesis was not merely an academic exercise. It was a lived experience, a mapping of her own violation and transcendence.

Shit. That felt nice.My back arched, following his mouth.“Desperate little slut.” His tongue swirled around the bud, making me moan. “Is that what you wanted?”“Yes.” I groaned when the sharp end of his tongue flicked against my hard skin. New feelings filled my mind, and fireworks of sensations exploded behind my eyelids. My skin was burning and only he could put it out.“Yes, what?” His teeth grazed my nipple, making me go insane.“Yes, sir.” Just as the words left my mouth, I felt him sucking my nub. I meowed and raised my chest, my head growing hazy from the sensation.His lips left my breast. “Open,” he commanded, and I obeyed, opening my mouth wide so he could put his fingers in there.Only

I could feel every inch of him go in and out in seconds, he was so full inside me, I couldn’t breathe. And not because he was choking me, but because the sensation around was killing me. He drove in deeper and faster and I screamed out in pleasure and closed my eyes. “Look at me”, he demanded. “Look at me as I ruin you”, he said again. Then he smacked my ass hard making me start begging. I don’t even know what I was begging for but the feeling around was too good i just had to start begging. “Fuck Youre so sweet Ava, damn Youre so fight”

“Make me forget the fear. Make me feel only you.” Lucas’s eyes flashed with dark fire. He spun me around, bending me over the back of the sectional so my ass was raised, dress riding up to expose me completely. Cool air kissed my wet folds as he shoved the silk higher. “No more talking tonight,” he said, voice low and rough. “Just feel.” His belt hit the floor with a clink. I heard his zipper, then the thick, hot length of his cock sliding through my slickness, teasing my entrance. I pushed back, needy and shameless.

Legs lifted upward to wrap around Kil's waist, a new brand of sensations washing over him from a different angle. When Kil began nursing upon his lip, drawing a mere trickle of blood out from him, a sweet euphoria overcame him, near-orgasmic pleasure dancing along every nerve-ending in his body as his very life's essence was taken into his lover. As the scent of sex grew thicker, he drove into his mate to the hilt. Kil wanted to nip harder at Laty's neck and suck hard at the blood and feel it burn down his throat. He badly wanted to mark his mate.

“Taking two cocks like you were born for it.” The new sensation pushes me over the edge once more, my fifth orgasm crashes through me, I shake violently, pussy gushing around Tyler’s cock. They stand me up and press me between their hard bodies under the spray. Scott lifts one of my legs high, sliding back into my soaked pussy with deep, grinding strokes. Tyler presses in from behind, his cock sliding between my thighs, rubbing my clit and the underside of Scott’s shaft with every movement. The double friction is mind melting. Their hands roam everywhere, squeezing my breasts, rubbing my clit, gripping my throat lightly, dirty praise fills my ears between kisses and bites.