Novel & Cerita Sexy Things

I could see that she was already wet and ready for me. I spread her legs and kissed my way down, feeling the heat radiating from her core. Selena's scent was intoxicating, a sweet and musky fragrance that filled my nose. My tongue found her clit, and she gasped, her hands gripping the sheets. I circled the sensitive nub, feeling her body respond to my touch. Her legs began to shake, and I knew she was close. With one final flick of my tongue, she came, her body trembling as the orgasm crashed over her.

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.

@sexytems is online. The lingerie I’d chosen tonight was barely there,a delicate black lace bralette that framed my nipples like a teasing promise, the fabric so sheer it hid nothing and everything at once. My G-string disappeared between my ass cheeks, and the tall black socks hugged my thighs, ending just below the curve where my legs met my hips. The heels made my calves tight, my posture arched. I felt powerful. Filthy. Alive. “Hey, babies,” I purred, letting my voice drop into that low, honeyed tone my subscribers craved. My fingers trailed slowly down my stomach, nails grazing skin. “Missed you. Been thinking about all the dirty things I want to do for you tonight.”

Lily: "James, I have to tell you something. I can't keep it a secret anymore." James: "What's wrong, Lily? You're scaring me." Lily: "I know we agreed to keep our feelings hidden, but I can't do it anymore. I have feelings for you, James. Strong feelings." James: "Lily, I've been feeling the same way. I just didn't want to complicate things with Sarah." Lily: "I know, and that's why we have to keep this a secret. But I can't keep pretending that nothing has changed between us."

It was a perfectly executed erotic romping…almost as if the two wolves were dancing the tango. The magnificent alpha and his beautiful mate rolled around with grace and sensuality, licking and lightly biting each other in a sexy hypnotic way that was intimate and absolutely seductive. The passion and intense desire that burned in their every move was just beautiful to watch. The alpha and his mate would briefly stop rolling around and just stare deeply into each other’s eyes with such blatant desire it felt as if they were having a steamy foreplay to crazy sex. Then they would get back to their romping.

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?

The stage is filled with half naked girls dancing around the polls just to satisfy men. Some had such glimmers on their face that could make men bow on their feet. It was a brothel. A woman and a man sat by the corner chatting and drinking. They seem to be serious with their talks. "So, here is the payment," the man the suitcase to the woman with a smirk on his dirty face. He has that kind of old and ugly face that made every women who sees him almost puke. This man also has a pot belly with a weird shape of himself.

over every fucking thing. That’s why I said yes when my friend Marisol texted me about this rooftop thing in Bushwick, it wasn’t some random bar night. It was one of those invite-only lesbian parties the girls in the know whisper about, the ones with the password at the door and the guest list that gets passed around in DMs. They call it “Siren” and it happens like twice a summer. Everyone’s hot, everyone’s queer, and nobody’s pretending they’re there to network.

I asked, nevertheless. “Sex. Rough, hot, and passionate sex.” He smirked, danger dancing in her eyes.