Novel & Cerita Stories That Turn You On

She moaned softly every time I bumped her sensitive clit. “Now… push inside. Slowly. Just the head first.” I pressed forward. The moment my tip slipped inside her scorching, silky heat, I groaned loudly. She was incredibly tight and wet. Inch by inch, I sank deeper, guided by her hands on my hips. “Easy, baby… breathe,” she whispered, cupping my face. “Feel how my pussy is gripping you? That’s what a turned-on woman feels like.” I bottomed out with a shaky moan, buried to the hilt. Her walls fluttered around me. It felt better than anything I’d ever imagined. I stayed still, afraid to move and embarrass myself too quickly.

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.

"You do understand my men jerk off while looking at me. Are you going to be ok watching my guys jerking off to the view of your girlfriend's pussy?" "Oh yeah. When we have sex, I ask her to tell me stories (fantasies) of how she would display her body to some other guy while I watch. She gets really turned on by telling me her stories. One time she even let the other guy (in her fantasy) put his cock inside her and that night she was screaming in ecstasy for a long time. I think that's the night she squirted for the first time. I'm sure you'll like her, she's a special girl." We arrived back at the barn and Brad got dressed quickly. Spike came walking over and said, "Don't worry Brad, I won'

It was a raw, wet mess of sex. Splosh. Slap. Splosh. "We are going to shift your womb as a team!" Leo shouted after he pulled his cock out of her mouth. The men began to change places. They moved like a dance. One man would pull out, and another would push in. Lily was never empty. She was constantly being filled by a new, massive cock. She felt the different shapes—the length of Kai, the width of Zane, the power of Jax. She felt her womb being pushed back and forth. She felt like her insides were being melted by the hot water and the hot men. The erotica was so loud. The sound of the bubbles and their heavy breathing filled the night.

I ordered pizza for us and as they gamed, I fired up the laptop in my bedroom, curious to read the stories he'd been stroking to yesterday. As I read story after story, I was shocked both at the content of the stories and by what these stories were doing to me. My pussy was on fire, and my left hand slowly pleasured myself as I read each incestuous story. Some of the stories had dominant sons seducing their mothers, while others had powerful daughters dominating their mothers, while still others were more intimate and egalitarian in the sexual relationships between sons and mothers. I'd never even remotely considered my children in a sexual way, but yesterday's events of my son's masturbatio

Doesn’t pull away. I “forget” to latch the bathroom door while I shower. Steam curls out into the hall as I soap my body slowly, deliberately, letting water sluice over nipples that stay hard even under the heat. I hear his footsteps pause outside. Hear the soft creak of floorboards as he stands there, just out of sight. I don’t call out. I don’t close the door. I just keep touching myself under the spray—slow circles over my clit, two fingers dipping inside—knowing he can hear the wet sounds, the soft gasps I don’t bother muffling.

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

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.

Petrov trailed his hand back to the boy's puckered hole as he asked, "Do you usually watch p**n or just use your imagination when you jerk off?" Tim jerked a little as Petrov trailed a finger over his asshole, but answered honestly, "I usually watch p**n or read erotic stories, doctor." Petrov smiled as he replied, "That's good to hear, Tim. An erotic story can be much more descriptive than a p**n scene. Most young boys can't get enough p**n and it's nice when a young man takes the time to read a good erotic story. Which websites do you prefer for your stories?"