Steamy Short Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

The door locked behind us. He threw me on the bed and followed, dress up, panties ripped down one leg, two thick fingers pushing straight into my soaked pussy. “Fuck. So wet.” “Mm…” He worked them deep, thumb on my clit. “You’ve been thinking about this.” “Yes.” He pulled his fingers out, licked them clean and shoved his sweatpants down. His cock was heavy and thick. He didn’t wait, he pushed into me in one long thrust that stole my breath. I bit my lip to stay quiet as he fucked me hard, the bedframe thumping the wall, hand over my mouth whenever I got loud.

His eyes turn to slits, he’s so focused. I love watching a hot guy jack himself off, it’s one of my favorite things in p**n. But this is even better. He’s real. He’s right there in front of me. I can smell him. “Is that what you do when you think of me?” “Oh, little girl, I’ve done so many things when thinking of you. I’d like to show you everything.” “Don’t you dare cum on the carpet!” He stops stroking. “Oh, I have much better ideas about where I’m going to cum.”

She hammered down on him, her own peak tearing through her as she felt him grow and convey himself into her. Spent, she came to back, measured his jaw, and kissed him; cum overflowed from the intersection of their association. She felt little post-quake tremors as his rooster kept on siphoning into her, her pussy hungry for additional. However, she wasn't certain there would be room. The steam room entryway opened; certain they had been found, Alice recovered her jeans and hastily put them on. Dante pulled his up and blew a speedy kiss to Alice as he left. She sat on her towel; the groin of her bathing suit was soaked with cum as it moved from her.

She looks so freaking hot and sexy! She bit her lower lip as she stared at him. He could feel her juice around his lips. He inserted a finger into her womanhood and he moaned when he felt how soft and warm her inside was. She closes her eyes and moans again. "Your fingers are so l-long," she said breathlessly. He grinned and moved his finger inside her. The woman's legs were shaking. He put her right leg on his left shoulder and expertly ate her. She moaned sexily, making his mind blow. She's so responsive to his touch and kisses.

“We should not be doing this.” “Tell me to stop then,” I growled, sucking on her neck. She did not tell me to stop. Instead, she took my hand and guided it down the front of her tiny shorts. My fingers found her completely bare. Soaked. Burning hot. “Fuck,” I groaned. “You are dripping for me.” Isabella whimpered as my fingers slid through her slick folds. “I have been wet since yesterday. Since the moment I hugged you.” I pushed two fingers inside her without warning. She was incredibly tight. Scorching hot. Her walls clenched around my fingers like velvet heat.

"Beg for it," he growled, leaning down so his breath ghosted over my ear. "Tell me what a naughty student you are for wanting your professor to wreck this kitty." "Please, Professor... take me. I need you inside me so bad." *********** One touch is never enough. In the glittering world of forbidden nights and dangerous temptations, desire ignites without warning... and burns everything in its path. From a devout preacher's wife who hides her sinful thirst behind the pulpit, to a mysterious stranger who offers a night of sin with no names and no limits. These scorching standalone stories plunge you into raw, insatiable passion. Every encounter is electric. Every kiss, a

He was very handsome and had muscles, the part that made me wet my pants. How I love those chests and his face. I couldn't wait to see what he got down there. I feel hot in my body already. I was on fire, I wonder if I could move my legs anymore. My body already got engulfed in the heat. I felt like cumming already by just imagining his thing in my pvssy. I licked my lower lip in seduction. He changed into the spot wear that always made my head turn in circles. “Please come and f*ck me, Ryan,” I whispered, with one of my fingers drawing down my lips.

Well there was only two weeks left for Sam to enjoy her and he was doing that as much as he could. Not that he didn't actually enjoy the class itself as he had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what he was writing was dirty naughty stories, or as most web sites called it; erotic stories. Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews.

He says and I nod still as I continue to gather my still scattered wits. “So I’m guessing you’re the owner of Sizzle and Steam right?” he asks and I nod “Just you alone? Because you mentioned a partner?” he prods and I shake my head “I own fifty percent of Sizzle and Steam. Cameron my partner owns the other fifty percent.” I explain.