Stories That Turn You On Novels & Stories

Ava had her secrets. She wasn’t a stranger to the dark corners of the internet. Had read stories that made her thighs clench and her breath hitch. Watched videos in the late hours of the night with the volume low and her fingers moving between her legs. She knew what turned her on, even if she’d never admitted it out loud. But this? This was real. This was an invitation. ⸻ Saturday came fast. She told herself a hundred reasons not to go. It was dangerous. She didn’t know anyone there. What if she got hurt? What if it was some trap? But each excuse sounded weak compared to the pounding pulse that throbbed between her legs every time she thought about the envelope.

The vibrating plug had been removed at some point in the frenzy, but the memory of its buzz lingered, making her inner walls clench involuntarily around the emptiness now. The women around her, the brunette with her piercings and the ebony goddess with those hypnotic curves, helped her up with gentle but firm hands, their bodies equally spent and shiny. They pulled her into sloppy, tongue-heavy kisses, their lips sliding wetly against hers, tongues delving deep to share lingering tastes of cum and arousal. "Next time, baby," the brunette whispered against her mouth, nipping her lower lip. "We'll break you properly." The ebony woman chuckled, squeezing Lara's ass one last time, her fingers di

Isn’t that right, my beauty? — Yes! Hummm, yes... No one was here before you. — Ah... Damn, that makes me want to stay in this little hole even more. — We’re going to make you travel all night, my beauty, you’ll tell this story to your grandchildren one day. And then, as if they had agreed, they went into overdrive: they started to fuck me wildly through all three holes. — Hoo yessss..... Hummmm — Haaaaa....... This..... is.....

He reached for the buckle of his belt with a sharp, metallic click that sent a shiver straight to my core. He didn't pull out a condom. In this side of the industry, that wasn't how the money was made. "Is this real enough for you, Gary?" Jaxon hissed, his eyes locked on the camera lens for a second before they snapped back to mine. I didn't have time to answer. He guided himself in, a slow, deliberate thrust that felt like he was reclaiming territory that had always belonged to him. I screamed, but it wasn't for the microphones this time. It was the feeling of being consumed, of being dismantled in front of an audience I would never see.

The cool air hit her wetness for a split second before his middle finger plunged deep inside her. Liora’s back arched violently, a loud, unfiltered moan vibrating into the kiss. She felt stretched and filled, the sudden intrusion sending a jolt of electricity straight to her brain. Riven didn't slow down; he slid a second finger in beside the first, stretching her wider. He began fingering her with a brutal, fast pace, his knuckles rubbing against her clit with every thrust. He was relentless, driving her toward a peak she couldn't escape.

Ch-2 --------------------- Me: "Mom, the job of the man of the house is to make the babies, and the man of the house is dad; he was just called away on an emergency. I am going to turn around and do these dishes and I expect you to be back upstairs when I turn back." [I turned on the hot water and grabbed the Ivory Liquid. Just then, I felt something indescribably fantastic. Mom had nakedly closed on me; she rubbed her throbbing nipples against my back, moving side to side. I moaned in pleasure. In spite of my self-control, my cock lurched, bobbed, lurched, and sprang to iron-hardness, ten inches of tempered steel. My balls swelled, soon hanging down, drooping with an excess of pent-up passi

One behind, one in front… two holes filled. I don't mean to be bad influence… but you might wanna try it. Three orgasms later, I was shaking like a wet dog, watching both brothers as they pumped their dicks, ready to release. Their growls were angelic, sounds I wanted to hear over and over and over again. Over and over and over… They both said my name as they reached their orgasm, spilling onto the floor. I watched, with admiration, with desire, with curiosity, with so much fucking interest.

in my mind again and again until I came with a muffled cry, biting my pillow so no one would hear me. Even though he had barely touched me, it was the most intense orgasm I’d had in months. Lying there afterward, panting and ashamed, I whispered to the empty room: “What am I turning into?”

The wet sounds were loud, her big tits heaving as she moaned my name softly. My stomach flipped. Confusion hit hard,why the fuck is she sending me this? But my pussy clenched involuntarily, fresh heat building between my legs as I watched her creamy fingers slide deep. Arousal mixed with shock, making my nipples tighten again. Why does this turn me on?

he caressed her chin gently down to her neck, then whispered, "or maybe, me calling you Señorita turns you on." Their conversation seems to be straying. And it's no surprise to Monette. They always do nasty things when they're alone. They only started doing this thing a year ago. Monette couldn't recall how or when she began seeking the warmth of Bernard's body. All she could remember was that he was her first fuck and that she had become addicted to him since then. Naturally, no one knows what is going on between them. It's their dirty little secret.