Novel & Cerita Stories That Turn You On

Mateo said in a teasing voice filled with passion. “I want you to fuck me with your big fat cock Mateo” she whispered in his ear. Mateo stared at her shocked by her confidence but he stood up and took off his clothes and came back to bed immediately without losing eye contact with Camilla. He didn't give her a moment to breathe as he thrust his big fat cock into her relentlessly till they both cum together. And after that… Neither of them tried slowing down anymore. The night became a blur of tangled sheets, heated kisses, wandering hands, whispered names, and breathless moments in the dark.

She even told her everything about going shopping and to the movies, and went into explicit detail about the way she and her father had made each other cum in the theater. The blonde's expression turned to one of amazement, and her hands grew continually rougher and more aggressive on Brook's tits as she listened to the story. Just telling it had Brook's panties soaking wet, and she was pretty sure Cindy's were too. "Holy fuck!" the blonde said. "You're so lucky." Brook just about had her courage up to the point where she was ready to push her hand into Cindy's panties to feel the other girl's pussy, but her father was calling to them from the living room.

His tongue on her clit, the powerful creampie while staring into her eyes. She was halfway through the explosive orgasm scene when she felt Damon behind her. His hard cock pressed against her back as he read over her shoulder. Goodness, she was horny again! She wrote the scene quickly and efficiently fuelled by longings His hand slid between her legs, fingering his own cum back into her pussy. Her clit rose. She swallowed a moan. “Good story,” he murmured. “I love it.” He pulled out his finger slowly. That was tempting, Ara thought.

She held still, breaths shallow, every nerve alight. Emboldened by her lack of protest, his touch intensified. Bella, in a feigned sleepy wiggle, shifted back closer, her bum pressing against his crotch. She felt it immediately—his dick, fully erect, hard and throbbing through his pants, nestled against her. He gasped, a sharp intake of breath that echoed in the quiet room. Gotcha, she thought triumphantly, a thrill running through her. Now what? Your move, stranger. The tension hung thick, her body humming with anticipation, mind a whirlwind of forbidden excitement.

Together, they formed a circle of seduction, their scents—jasmine, musk, and lust—enveloping me. “Newcomer?” the brunette purred, stepping closer, her hand brushing my arm, sending shivers through me. I nodded, heart racing, my nipples hardening under the silk. “Let’s welcome her,” the blonde teased, guiding me to a plush chaise, the others closing in. The brunette kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring mine, while the redhead lifted my dress, her fingers tracing my thighs, slipping under my panties to rub my clit.

Chapter Five. Mirabel stayed on the couch for a few more minutes after Aunt Carla went to bed, her mind made up. Her aunt’s words kept ringing in her ears: *“If you want him, you might need to make the first real move… Take what you want.”* She quietly went upstairs, slipped into her room, and closed the door. Still feeling the ache between her legs, she lay on her bed thinking about her deep p**n addiction. For years she had secretly watched endless videos of girls getting fucked, moaning shamelessly as thick cocks stretched their pussies. She had always wondered what it would really feel like to have a real dick buried deep inside her cunt instead of just her fingers.

"How did I know? Of course, I was so close to you but I didn't feel any air coming from your notrils, that's why! Haha" This guy is amazing. He sure notices even small details. When all was quiet, my stomach suddenly growled. How embarrasing. "Ohh tummy, we are near the gasoline station. Just one more block. There's a bakery near there to grab rolls and coffee." He said while touching my tummy. I felt some weird sensation with his touch. Again, we are not werewolves but still there is that sort of magical spark that they talk of when a mate touches you.

Aside from Evelyn, everyone had had a few drinks, their faces flushed, clearly a little tipsy. No one knew who started it, but all of a sudden, the conversation shifted to ex-boyfriends. Some people doubled over with laughter. Others had tears in their eyes. A few stories were so ridiculous that Sophie could barely breathe from laughing. She nudged the only sober person next to her. "Evelyn, what about you?" For a moment, Evelyn's expression went blank. Unbidden, memories surfaced in her mind.

In fact it was getting pretty obvious that I could do more than spank it to her, she was giving some pretty clear signals. As I sat up and clicked save on my latest Miss Ross driven story it occurred to me that I probably should get something going with Kim and give up on my stupid fantasies. I'd been watching and writing too much p**n lately. I minimized the screen on "Special" and stared at the next document which was my goofy vampire story for the group. As I read the uninspiring words I realized it could be a decent story if I tossed some hot sex in there. I doubted that Miss Ross would appreciate that though. I grinned as I thought that in any scenario I could envision she would not onl

“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.”