Stories To Turn Me On Novels & Stories

But above all, getting wet was a feeling I couldn't quite erase. Oh my! To be fucking turned on.

Lucas barely lets me through the door before he’s on me. He pushes me against the wall, kissing me hard, hands roaming everywhere. “Tell me one of your filthy little secrets,” he murmurs against my mouth. “Something you’ve touched yourself thinking about but were too ashamed to say.” My face burns, but the desperation wins. “Ice,” I whisper. “I read about someone using ice cubes on a girl’s nipples and clit while they fucked her. I want to feel that. I want it to hurt a little.” Lucas’s eyes darken with pure lust.

I had never been more turned on in my life. The night stretched dark and endless around us, the flashing lights painting my exposed skin in sinful reds and blues. My mind raced with filthy possibilities—what he might do with those big hands, that thick cock, how he might bend me over the hood next, or cuff me and use me like the broken, needy slut I suddenly was. My ex’s texts were forgotten. The pain of betrayal dulled under the overwhelming heat of this stranger’s dominance.

As I got to my feet on trembling legs I said, "Just about any kind of story you can imagine come on and you can pick one or two out." "Do you have any stories where they put a blindfold on a girl and she has to do stuff to a bunch of people?" "I think so, do you like those kind of stories?" "Yes, very much." "Have you ever done anything like that?" "No, but I've imagined it. I think it would be sexy to be standing in front of a group of people having my boyfriend telling me what to do and describing what the other people were doing."

The better I looked, the nastier the positions I wanted to try, and the more cocks I craved. Onlyfans brought in thousands of messages every week. Most were thirsty. But the cruel ones, the ones calling me a brainless cumrag, a fake-titted whore who only got views because I shook my ass on camera — those made my pussy drip. I fucking loved BDSM. Being degraded, broken, and used was my biggest turn-on.

“Not even close, baby. I'm gonna fill you up until you're dripping with my cum.” THE END. PLEASE WATCH OUT FOR BOOK 2 — HOTTER AND EVEN BETTER!

The expression on their face and the glistening fold told me they were having the time of their lives and my pussy clenched so hard I pressed my thighs together. I was dripping again, the images burning into my mind. I imagined myself in those positions, Sameal standing over me with that massive cock. I forced myself to close the drawer and leave the room, but the images stayed with me all day. By the time night came, I was aching. Unable to take it any longer I lay in bed, my legs spread wide as my fingers slid through my folds. I teased my clit slowly at first, remembering the way he stroked himself. My other hand moved to my breasts, pinching my nipples hard, imagining his hands instead.

Ara woke with her body aching with lust. Her nipples were still tight, and her pussy felt swollen and needy. The memory of Damon pinning her against the wall, his hard cock pressing against her ass while his hand rubbed her jeans, made her groan and squeeze her legs together. What the hell have I done? she thought. She had sold herself to a billionaire for one month. Her body for his “inspiration.” And a part of her was already throbbing with anticipation.

I was leaking against the sheet—I could feel the wet spot growing. After what felt like forever of this exquisite torture, Theo spoke again. “Would you turn over for me? I’d like to work your front now.” I hesitated, mortified. There was no hiding it if I flipped over. But my body was screaming for more of his touch. “Okay,” I managed. I rolled onto my back. The sheet had slipped badly. My cock stood obvious and aching, flushed and glistening at the tip. I wanted to die.

Exquisitely drawn, not crude as such works often are. ‘Do you find them a turn on? Most people do, myself included,’ he said, then boxed her in between an angle of the wall and his broad shoulders, lowering his voice and adding, ‘I learned about sex through them. When I was a kid, I'd steal the keys, hide in the little room and wank my budding prick as I looked at them. My first come was over the one featuring the lady in the boudoir. I can even remember what it was called - Morning Toilette. I was frightened I'd stained it. with spunk, but I’d managed to catch most of it in my handkerchief.’