Sexy Stories. Novels & Stories

The second the door closed, the tension snapped. Scott grabbed me by the waist and pushed me against the wall. His mouth crashed down on mine — hungry, demanding, nothing like my husband’s gentle kisses. His tongue invaded my mouth as one big hand slid under my dress and cupped my bare pussy. “Fuck, Maya,” he growled against my lips. “You’re not wearing panties. You came here dripping for me again, didn’t you?” I moaned shamelessly as two thick fingers pushed inside my soaked cunt. He finger-fucked me right there against the wall, curling them perfectly while his thumb rubbed my swollen clit.

This was the Ethan I knew. The man who could make me feel like I was the only woman in the room. The man I had fought for. The man I had waited years to have completely. I touched his cheek. “Then don't give me a reason to doubt you.” “I won't.” He kissed my hand. Then he stood and pulled me into his arms. I rested my head against his chest. His heartbeat was steady beneath my ear. For those few seconds, everything felt normal. Almost perfect. And that was what made the secrets between us feel so dangerous.

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

he murmured against her flesh, the vibration adding another layer of sensation. His fingers established a steady pace, pushing deeper with each stroke while his tongue continued its relentless attention. Wendy's breathing became ragged, her body tensing as pleasure built within her. Just as she approached the edge, Felix slowed his movements, drawing back slightly. "Not yet," he murmured, looking up to meet her frustrated gaze. "I want to savor this." He withdrew his fingers only to replace them with his tongue, pushing it inside her. The change in sensation made Wendy cry out, one hand flying to her mouth to stifle the sound.

I had never heard him speak in such a manner. "What? You're not man enough?" she teased even more. "We broke up two years ago, Evelyn. I have a wife now.". "I bet her tits aren't as nice as this," Evelyn interjected, rubbing her nipples, teasing Frank even more, tracing lines over her thighs. "I could really use some strong hands right now. I need to be punished.like the fucking slut that I am.". She said, Fuck, Evelyn was sexy. I'd never been turned on by another woman before, but this was different.

I cried, feeling every sensation, "don’t stop!” Liam moved to Thea, spreading her legs. “My turn with you,” he said, sliding into her pussy in awkward position that he made work. “Fuck, you’re wet.” Thea moaned, her tongue still working me. Nate pulled Sophie off Adam, bending her over the bench, thrusting into her from behind as she screamed, gripping the bench. I was close, Jon’s cock and Thea’s tongue pushing me to the edge. “I’m gonna come!” I screamed, clenching around Jon, my body shaking.

“Come on, you know what you were doing, trying to liquor me up and get me to talk about Kahlan and the sob love story.” “Liquor you up?” Ashley said, trying to keep her voice low, “I’m sure you had more than six beers to your lips before I came along.” “Ashley, it was pity sex. It was revenge sex. It was selfish sex. You did this for revenge and so did I, but somewhere in your crazy little mind, you thought it would convince me to fall back in love with you. But guess what, it didn’t work. Your plan failed.” The alcohol and the member between his legs seemed to be

When they saw each other they both laughed and looked at each other very mischievously, then Raquel told her: -Yes, yes, yes of course, of course I have and I have had my little gray hairs in the air, but all without any commitment and with certain conditions, that I set myself. -So how's that, let's see, I'm curious. -A well, first of all that he's not married and that, just like me, he doesn't want any commitment and you know, but I haven't fallen in love so it's just been sex and nothing more than sex.

She cocked her head free of the repulsive meatstick, spitting his white goo onto the deck. “He came! Removal!” she yelled victoriously. Then it occurred to her that there was one person left to defeat. The very man who currently had his cock buried in her southern slit. “I can do this all day!” he smirked. “I never lose!” “I bet you don’t. Not with that big solid cock of yours. How could you?” “You got that right!” the sexy seal host roared. “Don’t give in Sienna!” Paige hollered. This only caused a smirk to appear on Sienna’s face. “No, I bet you don’t. Oh my god! You’re getting me so close! Please just let me win! I need this! I need your cock!”

“Look at you… riding my cock so beautifully. You’re shaking for me, baby. Such a filthy, perfect girl. Keep going — use me. Make yourself cum on my cock.” I moaned loudly, leaning forward so my hair fell around us like a curtain. Our mouths met in messy, desperate kisses as I rode him harder, my shaky legs struggling to keep the pace. Every time I sank down, he thrust up to meet me, hitting that perfect spot over and over. “Viktor… I’m so close,” I whimpered, my voice trembling. “Don’t stop— I love you… fuck, I love feeling you inside me.” He gripped my hips tighter, helping me move. “Come for me, Scarlett. Let me feel you squeezing my cock. I’m yours… all yours.”