Sexy Storys Novels & Stories

“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.”

Except her. So out it came. The story of Peter and me. The story of a capable successful woman acting like a sex-enslaved bimbo over a man who was divine in bed but a selfish, ten-timing monster everywhere else ... Once I’d started, I couldn't stop. Amongst the sobs and hiccups, I blurted out things I’d never told anybody. How if Peter smiled that filmstar smile of his 1 was putty. How he’d make me beg for more of his perfect Joy of Sex fucking. How he’d make me climax in a way so expert I half expected a judge to pop up and give marks for technical merit. And how afterwards — while my body still sizzled — I'd wish I hadn't been so ‘easy’...

⚠️ Trigger Warning This story contains explicit sexual content, including themes of forced feminization, BDSM, humiliation, sissification, pegging, cum play, and dominance/submission dynamics. It is intended strictly for mature audiences (18+). Reader discretion is advised. “I want you to remember this night for the rest of your life,” Sasha whispered, her voice like velvet over a blade. Julian didn’t get the chance to respond. The click of heels sounded behind him, then the door opened—and everything shifted.

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.

“Dad likes experienced women — women who know how to ride a cock properly, not innocent virgins who’ve only been fingered by their best friend.” Her words stung, but they also made my pussy clench harder around her fingers. Ria leaned down, kissing my neck, then my lips, as she pleasured me with skilled, relentless strokes. She added a third finger, stretching me wider, fucking me until I was moaning into her mouth and coming again. I came hard, shaking, and my juices were soaking the sheets. When I finally came down, panting and spent, Ria kissed my forehead. “But if you really want him… you’re going to have to prove you can take it.”

"Like this?" When Casandra's long hair is neatly tied. Cassandra's smooth neck looks very sexy. Eric Adam Apple started to move irregularly. Something strange happened to Eric. "What perfume are you wearing?" Eric closed his eyes. Eric's handsome face looks masculine when asleep. "Mmm just a cheap imitation perfume." Cassandra misbehaved. Eric opened his eyes. "Your body smells so good." Tbc

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.

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

But instead of rushing, he pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply so she could taste herself. They rolled together on the bed, bodies pressed skin-to-skin, his hardness nestled against her belly. The sweetness was intoxicating—his hands caressed her curves like he was memorizing her, whispering praises between kisses. “So beautiful… so wet for me…” Alia pushed him onto his back and straddled him, taking control with exotic grace. She stroked his thick length, teasing the precum-slick head against her entrance before sinking down inch by inch. The stretch was exquisite—full, deep, perfect. “Fuck… you feel so good inside me,” she gasped, rolling her hips in slow, sensual circles.

She hanged the call and I dropped the phone, my heart elated. I was super happy and excited and went back to my diary, opening up a new page and writing on it. Dear Diary, Today I had sex-with a girl and it was one of the best things ever… I wrote down every single detail of how I felt, the times I cummed and the nasty words that I moaned out loud while she stroked my body on all mannerisms. Yours truly,Diane. I heaved a sigh of relief when I was done and laid back on the couch, still naked.