Short Stories About Sex Novels & Stories

Anna's POV I was lying on my bed, heart pounding, pussy already wet. I had been chatting with him for weeks. My sexy online buddy. The one who made me feel like a dirty little slut even though I was still a virgin. I wanted this so bad. I wanted to finally feel what real sex was like.

I still had to make up for all those years of boring sex I gave her and also had to endure because we had not been open with each other, and I plan to reverse the damage to our marriage, one good fuck at a time. After that first taste of true, real sex I got from my wife, after the little taste she gave me, I've been salivating and wanting more. Slowly, I hooked my fingers into her underwear and pulled them down her long tanned legs, letting my knuckles graze over her smooth skin. Gripping her thick thighs, I pushed them apart and crawled onto the bed to kneel between them. I looked over her shaved p***y, bringing the fabric of the lace underwear to my face. I inhaled, my c**k jerking in my

She said, “If you’re really clueless, you can watch some videos.” “I can’t find any. It’s banned.” Liberty had no words. “Knowledge of sex comes naturally. It’s an instinct. There’s no need to be experienced. It’ll just happen. You don’t have to worry about Darren being a stiff man in bed. “A man has different sides when he’s on or off the bed. You’ll be surprised.” Caroline whispered, “I’m not entirely clueless. I just never had sex before. I want to learn how to keep my husband in line.”

You have to claim them. When he’d gone, because I wasn’t finished yet, I lay on the rumpled bed, and brought myself off with my fingers. I thought of how he’d behaved earlier, sadistic and cruel, reveling in my cries from the pinch of the clamps and the slam of his cock. Then I fell asleep for an hour or so. When I woke, my hair was in a crazy, damp tangle and my breasts were a mess of scratch marks and blotches. And he was probably eating wild turbot because he usually does when it’s on expenses at Saxby’s. I would too. The point I’m making: sex isn’t like it is in the movies; it isn’t even like porn. Sex isn’t like anything except itself.

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

“I mean… aren’t things… different?” He laughed, turning his head slightly and covering his mouth with a hand. “I’m sorry,” he apologised as he turned back to her. “Are human stories not filled with tales of Mer seductions? Our stories certainly are filled with sandy encounters with fisher-folk and swimmers. But, also amongst ourselves, it is frequent amongst our kind that we have sex in both forms. If you can, why would you not, after all? There are advantages and disadvantages to both.”

Bolting up, I saw Adam was a few meters from my bed with his eyes glued to my breast. The heat of his gaze was making my nipples stand at attention and butterflies forming in the pit of my stomach. “You know; they always say that sex at this hour is always great,” his voice came out huskily before he curled his lips into a smirk. Shooting up my eyebrows at him I answered immediately. “Did you know that a man who has sex too many times, will cause him to run out of semen and he will become bare?”

The expression on their face and the glistening fold told me they were having the time of their lives and my pussy clenched so hard I pressed my thighs together. I was dripping again, the images burning into my mind. I imagined myself in those positions, Sameal standing over me with that massive cock. I forced myself to close the drawer and leave the room, but the images stayed with me all day. By the time night came, I was aching. Unable to take it any longer I lay in bed, my legs spread wide as my fingers slid through my folds. I teased my clit slowly at first, remembering the way he stroked himself. My other hand moved to my breasts, pinching my nipples hard, imagining his hands instead.

Ava The room smelled like sex — sweat, cum, and my own juices soaked into the sheets. My body was still twitching from the last orgasm, legs weak and trembling, but the four men surrounding me looked far from finished. Their eyes were dark, chests heaving, cocks still hard and glistening with a mix of my wetness and their previous loads. “Round two, our sweet whore,” Kai growled, grabbing my ankles and yanking my legs wide open again. “We’re not stopping until you can’t even speak.”