Short Stories About Sex Novels & Stories

CONTENT: Cheating, sexual desires, missionary, cumming deep, cum. CHAPTER 1 My husband Graham was the first and only guy I ever slept with. When I was younger I had the notion pounded into my head that sex before marriage made me a terrible person. The idea definitely works for some people and in a way it can be kind of sweet to have your first time be with the love of your life. I found out too late that it wasn’t right for me though. To put it nicely, Graham and I are...incompatible in bed.

We had the best epic of sex. TBC...

I have a class to attend. ‎I scurried out of bed and dashed into the bathroom to take a shower. ‎I know what we just did is forbidden and a taboo, but I don't feel guilty for it. Not one bit. In fact, I so much loved it. Who would regret having hot sex with a guy who has a big dick and knows how to fuck very well? ‎**Author's note** ‎Are they going to keep doing it till their parents come back? ‎Let's keep going.

MIA Running with Alex always gets me going. Three years dating, sharing an apartment in Silver Lake, and we're still stupid for each other—but we never pretended we could be satisfied with just us. We're both mid-twenties, both bi, both get off on the thrill of extra bodies. We bring people home when the spark hits, fuck them together, swap stories if it's separate. Threesomes are the best—another hard cock sliding in while Alex watches me moan, or him getting filled while I grind on his face. It's messy, loud, perfect. No guilt, just heat.

Ch-1 --------------------- [Warning: this story is in the 'incest' category. As a result, the mother and son in this tale might have a relationship which you might find unsettling. At the end, when they kiss each other goodnight, neither of them has to go to another bedroom. The father already sleeps there.]

My friend, Alex, is slightly shorter and skinnier than I am; again with blonde hair and a few muscles here and there. A few weeks ago, I spent the weekend at Alex’s beach house. One thing led to another and we ended up spending the night having steamy hot sex in the shower. It felt amazing and I keep going back to it in my mind over and over again. I’m not really attracted to guys in general, but Alex is a different story. He turns me on more than any girl ever has, and now I masturbate more over him than anyone else. I can’t help but regret having sex with Alex; it was gay sex after all, and I had always pictured myself to grow up to be straight as an arrow. I had decided to let things cool

I stayed on my knees for a while, catching my breath. Damon lifted me up and took me to the bed, massaging my shoulders. "Did you like that?" "Yes, sir." "Good... Now.."he paused, looking at me. "What is your experience with anal sex?"he asked. My head whipped toward his direction, licking the remaining of his cum from the corner of my lips. I broke into a smile that caught him off guard. Tonight was going to be much better than I hoped for. "I've never had anal sex before", I respond.

Be honest, what’s the worst, filthiest thing you’ve ever done for money? I’ll give you a minute to think about that. Think very closely… Great, now I’ll tell you what mine is… sex. Filthy dirty sex where I was used like a whore and worse; it wasn’t even by a man. It was a woman. A powerful, rich woman who turned out to be exactly the kind of dirty fantasy my body had been craving for years.

she managed to ask, her professional instincts not entirely abandoned. Felix reached into his desk drawer, retrieving a condom with practiced ease. "I want to be clear," he said, even as he tore the packet open. "This changes nothing professionally." Wendy squeezed his length lightly. "Less talking, more fucking, Mr. Harrington." His eyes flashed at her boldness. In one swift movement, he rolled on the condom and positioned himself at her entrance. "Is this what you've been wanting?" he asked, teasing her with just the tip. "Your boss bending you over his desk?"