Sexy Stuff Novels & Stories

Asking my little sister. “Uhhh… hmm.. Let’s try red. I want to be sexy but modest as well. Show a little skin but not have my body flaunting like Sierra. Don’t get me wrong, she’s attractive but I’m not comfortable dressing like that.” Sienna says likes she’s embarrassed of herself.

She blinks. I blink even faster. Is she for real right now??? Sighing, she flicks her wrist towards the lace. "And the best knows a woman's sexuality is a powerful gateway to her confidence—in or out of the bedroom." I nod slowly, finding myself agreeing with her. I think back to what Sofia said that day at Matteo's—There's nothing wrong with mixing business with pleasure. Maybe what she said is right... but in a different way? There's nothing wrong with wanting to look sexy, even if it's just for me.

“You act like a possessed spirit and I fall for you more after every sex we have. It is always different since you bring a different energy to every different sex. People say you might get tired of a particular meal that you have often but it has never been like that for you. You still remain sexy and the sound of your moan makes me cum prematurely.” Anna, who was drinking her wine, spitted it out and started to cough. She must have been so impressed and she wanted to laugh. “Don’t kill me, you guys!” Anna shouted at me. “I know I am sexy so you don’t need to tell me, okay? I derive my sexiness from my inner energy. I am still young as well so where will my nice body go from now? You should

Which, I was realizing, was not an ambiguous term for Cassie Brown. "Wow, I love how you feel in my cha-cha! Is that weird to say? But seriously, it's so awesome! It feelsreally good. I think shower sex might be even more fun than bed sex. Though I guess bed sex was kinda short. Was that short? It felt short. Not that I'm criticizing or anything. Did that sound witchy? I didn't mean it to, I swear! I bet if a hot guy woke me up giving me a girl-blowjob or whatever that I'd be super ready to whoomp it up too. Oh man now I sound conceited. I don't mean like I'm so super hot or anything - I know Abbie and Taylor are like insanely hot, so I'm like totally bleh next to them - but I just mean, you

“You fucked her in a public bathroom to get my properties under your name. That's quite dirty you know.” Xavier laughed deeply. Instead of feeling calm with his amusement, it felt as if goosebumps are appearing on my skin. “I had sex with Angela in the public bathroom to get your properties under her name.” I blanched. “That’s right honey. Those hotels are under Angela’s name and very soon, I’m going to strip S.H Fashion from you. All I need you to do is sit back and watch.”

"You have no idea how much guys love my voice." I just stared at her, thinking she was in her own little world. She was really fooling herself. After Sadie finished putting on her makeup, I barely recognized her. She looked scarier than when she was on her live streams! Her foundation was caked on so thick that it was like a blanket of snow. Her face had bumps all over, just like a toad's skin. Her lips were a bright, fake Barbie pink, and her eyebrows were so overdone they looked like wiggly caterpillars.

The handsome man who was called Febrian kissed his lips tightly embraced the sweet man, he was about to return to their hot night activities, a sigh echoed in the dark and hot room. ***** My name is Febrian, a teenager boy who recently dated a beautiful and popular girl at school. Today, after school, I will date the spoiled girl who became my lover. "Babe, I want this new bag, okay?" She showed me an expensive bag with a famous brand in her cellphone, I saw her whining and I couldn't refuse my girlfriend to make an online purchase. "Okay, buy whatever you want honey." My girlfriend, kissed my cheek with her red lips parted, making my cheeks splattered with red lipstick.

Because I’m scared I’ll actually like what I find. By the time I make it back to my apartment, it’s nearly 1 a.m. I strip out of my clothes and fall into bed, but sleep is impossible. My body’s too keyed up. My brain’s still playing back every second of our interaction. The nearness. The scent of his cologne dark and musky, like forbidden things. The gravel in his voice when he said I was a distraction. And my traitorous body loved it. God, what’s wrong with me?

That was the real relief. The first thing I did that day was to go to my wardrobe. I pulled it open and started packing. All those outdated dresses, the oversized clothes, the dull, lifeless jewelry, I boxed it all up and told the maids to send it straight back to Enzo's wing. The maid looked unsure. "Signora, these clothes and jewelry weren't cheap. Are you really sending them all over?" "Do it," I said. "I don't want to see any of it again."