Novel & Cerita Spicy Sex Stories

I started to come again, and then again. I never came so much in such a short period of time. The pain in my butt from the spanking, the daddy and slut thing, he being my father-in-law, the hard fuck he was giving me, I think all of this combined, made the sex so much better. I really thought I was going to pass out from all the pleasure I was feeling, it was like an infinity wave rolling inside of me.

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

She raised her voice, sounding very angry and her thunderous voice echoed through the room. “Relax Stephanie, we had sex after you guys broke up and you moved on with your girlfriend.” “Oh wow.” “His dick wad good but he was still very naive and he was a slow sex partner.” She furrowed her eyebrows and got up to go to the kitchen. “Slow sex partner? What do you mean by that?” “I mean I like the rough, no pity sex that comes with the multiple orgasms and the ass slapping.” I said excitedly, my mind flash backing to all the p**n videos I have been watching.

He knew she wouldn’t be able to refuse him, not when she was leaking. It had been four months since Mara last had sex, four months of her husband leaving her to her device while he did whatever he wanted, without caring about his wife. Her lips parted, but nothing came out. The word ‘brother’ lodged in her throat, too heavy, too true to speak. They both knew they shouldn’t be doing this, but were too deep to stop. Matt smiled, dipping his head, knowing he had won the battle. He licked a broad, slow stripe from the underside of her breast up to the damp fabric of her bra, tasting the salt of her sweat, the sweet tang of milk that had seeped through.

Chapter 2: I Got Handcuffed And Devoured By The Criminals I Was Supposed To Arrest The Spicy Cube is burning through my system like liquid fire. Every nerve in my body is alive. My skin feels too tight. My nipples are aching peaks. And my pussy — God, my poor neglected pussy — is throbbing so hard it almost hurts. I’ve never felt anything like this. Six weeks of celibacy have left me starving, and these two dangerous women are feeding on me like I’m their last meal.

I had soaked the sheets down to the mattress. The faintest grin crossed Nathan’s face. “You need some kind of pleasure in your life. I can’t give it to you. Not like this. Remember all the fun we used to have? All the sexy shit we used to do.” A shiver ran down my spine as I thought about Nathan in healthier times. Our love life had never been an issue. No matter how broken we were, or how petty the argument, our sex life was something that never suffered. Sometimes we would fight over the smallest of things just to end up fucking like rabbits. It was a miracle I didn't get pregnant.

Her spasms dragged me over—hot ropes pulsing inside her, vision blurring in estacy But they weren’t done. Chloe pushed Cassie off, straddled me reverse, ass in my face. “Clean her off your dick.” She deepthroated me in one go; gagging wet, throat tight, pulling so hard it hurt good. Spit dripped down my balls as she bobbed, sucking like she wanted to rip it off. Cassie recovered, knelt between my legs, tongue lapping my sack, then joining Chloe -- both mouths on me now, tongues tangling, sucking and biting a little. Chloe choked herself on it, eyes watering, while Cassie spat on the base, stroking slick.

SEX STARVED HOUSEWIFE & HER STEPSON _____________________ Sabrina My thighs moved against each other, rubbing my sensitive clit and a moan almost slipped past my lips. I was so damn horny. Probably shouldn't have read that spicy book my best friend, Sloane, recommended last week but I was bored. And the sex scenes had been filthy, dirty—god, I wanted that for myself. It’s been months since Graham touched me and over three years since I've last had pleasurable sex.

“Okay. So how do I even start?” “Like any other conversation. Start slow. Let it simmer. You don’t go straight for the clit, right? You tease, you build it up. Do the same here. You could start with the classic ‘what are you wearing’ line, but if you want something that really works… tell a story.” “Story?” she echoed. “You mean, like, read erotica?” “No, I mean tell him something from your life. Something hot, or something that could have been hot if it’d gone just a little further. Something real—then spice it up. Let your imagination play with the memory.”

"It's complicated. That night, after I got a photo of Kinan kissing a man, I don't know why my body felt like I wanted to go to a gay Bar. I saw there was a lot of happiness there. Then, I had a drink and the waiter offered me a one-night stand with a man. He gave me the key to the room. In the room, I immediately hugged him tightly. The hug he gave really made me peaceful. After that, we had sex and I became the bottom party who sighed deliciously. Our game really- really made me feel better. I didn't want him to go but he lied." Vero stroked the mane of my hair, he looked at me intently, his jet-black eyes made me get a little radiance of calm there. "Then after this, what are you going to