Spicy Sex Stories Novels & Stories

I occasionally wondered how they’d got together or even remained married for such a long time. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t 100 percent dull; after locating Dad’s section of filthy books one day, I became fascinated by sex. I'd sneak a few magazines out every once in a while when I was supposed to do assignments, and I’d masturbate furiously while taking a look at the images and reading the sensual stories. My imagination ran riot and my dreams became wilder and wilder as the tales became naughtier. I had a couple of distinct boyfriends at this time and even had sex with two of them. Both went to my college, and from the magazines I was studying, I understood they weren’t very seasoned; leav

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.

Her moans filled the room, mixed with the wet sounds of our bodies. “Harder, Zaddy,” she begged, pushing her ass back against me, her pussy squeezing me tight. My hands gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her skin, leaving red marks. I leaned forward, my chest against her back, and reached around to grab her breasts, pinching her nipples until she whimpered. My cock slid in and out, slick with her wetness, and I felt another orgasm building, my balls tightening again. The pizza box was still on the table, the smell of it mixing with the stench of sex and sweat in the air.

He leaned down, biting my bottom lip hard enough to sting, then sucking it into his mouth before pulling back. "Say it louder," he growled, adding a third finger, stretching me wide, the wet sounds loud in the room as he fucked me with them fast. "Tell me you love my cum inside you." "I love it," I moaned, voice breaking, hips bucking up to meet his hand. "Fuck, Haiden, I love your cum leaking out of me, I love feeling you all day." It was embarrassing how true it was, how my body craved it, pussy soaking his fingers, clit throbbing every time he brushed it with his thumb.

After that, I allowed her to gag as much as she pleased and just enjoy the nastiness of my sexy girlfriend. I quickly found that Franny loved to have sex in public places. Our first adventure was at the local drive in movie. We were barely settled into the back seat when she removed her shirt and wanted me to suck on her tits. I was between her legs several minutes later spurting a huge wad of semen into her pussy. That was the first time that she let me put my cock inside of her. A memory we both cherish.

I scream his name, a piercing cry, a prayer, a blasphemy. It's the signal. His control shatters. His face decomposes into a grimace of pure, primal pleasure. He thrusts one last time, splitting me in two, and I feel him explode inside me. Hot, deep, the ultimate assertion. His seed marks me from within, sealing the insane pact we have just spoken. My own body follows, shaken by spasms so violent they seem to dislocate me. It's not pleasure. It's capitulation. A dissolution. I drown in him. And I let it happen.

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

but like I said, it’s a craze. Yet there I was, looking absolutely nothing like a lady. Why don’t we have mirrors in bathroom stalls, that way I wouldn’t have to guess how disheveled I look. Even the thought of it seemed to fuel my sex craze. My pace picked up, so much that I could feel my legs shaking from the effect. “Yessssss…yessss ... .please” I panted out loud, as I felt myself getting closer. And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl.

It was uncontrollable. “Adrian!” I screamed, my body convulsing. My insides clenched so tight around him that he groaned, thrusting his pulsing cock deeper, chasing his own release. He came with a guttural curse slipping from his lips. He spilled his hot seed inside of me and kept thrusting until we both collapsed on the chair, our bodies trembling. For a long moment, there was silence. Only the sound of our ragged breath filled the air. He pulled out slowly, his hands sliding down to smear his liquid all over my inner thigh as a way of marking me, claiming me as his.

She screamed when she had the chance to go near me. I acted shocked, then laughed. “Oh yes, I am. If you want to find further details, go ask your boyfriend how his hard cock satisfied this pussy of a whore. That might help you to pleasure him more so he wouldn’t need to look for a new pussy to fill in with his cock.” Then I walked away. Our forbidden sex continued for the rest of the trip. There were times when we’d do it in the bathroom, on the outside, in the darkest area of the island, and more.