Sublime Directory Erotic Stories Novels & Stories

I stared down at the bag as my brows knotted in indecision. "Move! You're blocking the best part." Gilbert scowled. Gilbert was the class weirdo. I wasn't surprised he'd be the only one watching that crap. Without thinking, I opened the pocket and snuck my OhMiBod into my pocket then left. Inside the stall, I took three deep breaths before entering pornhub. The sound of a brunette screaming filled my ears through my earphone. The man fucking her looked like an offspring of Bigfoot. He was the hairiest thing I'd ever seen. His dick had a slight curve and the brunette seemed to be enjoying every inch of it.

“I don’t want to stop touching you like this. Not for them. Not for anyone.” Maya’s thumb moved in a slow circle against Lila’s skin. “Same.” They had started the account eight months ago. At first it was just photos—matching lingerie, close-ups of hands on thighs, the kind of soft stuff that paid the rent. Then the messages started asking for more. Videos. The two of them together. Real sex. Lila had been the one to say yes first. Maya had taken three days to answer. Now they filmed twice a week. Full scenes. Nothing held back. Subscribers paid monthly to watch the twins who looked exactly alike fuck each other on camera. No one in their real life knew. Not their parents. Not their friends

It’s the very first time that I have ever let a full sentence out without feeling like I’m going to make a mistake and bite myself halfway through talking. Lira’s eyes flash with delight and hunger. A sweet, wicked smile curves her full lips. “There she is, my brave girl.” She kisses me slow and deep, tongue sliding lazy and affectionate this time, tasting like my own cum and spiced sweetness. Then, she pulls out, leaving me achingly empty. Strings of our mixed juices stretch between us before breaking. Lira rises onto her knees, straddling my chest. Her thick thighs frame my face, that glistening, puffy violet cunt hovering inches above my mouth, her scent is intoxicating, I feel like I’m g

he replied. He reached down between her legs. The water was swirling around them. He found her center, which was pulsing and ready for him. He used his thumb to rub her clit while his other hand held her tight against his chest. The erotica of the hot spring was different from the bed. It felt primal, like they were the only two people left on earth. Sienna reached down and felt his cock. It was massive and hard, even underwater. She wrapped her fingers around it and started to move her hand up and down. Julian groaned, his head falling back against the rocks.

The room was a symphony of filth: wet slaps, muffled moans, the creak of desks, the squelch of cocks plunging into stretched holes, the occasional sharp slap of skin on skin. Marcus sped up in Ava’s ass—short, brutal thrusts—then buried deep, groaning as he came again—hot pulses flooding her back hole. He pulled out slowly—cum leaking from her gaping ass, dripping down to mix with the mess between her thighs. Ava came again—screaming into Lila’s cunt—body convulsing, ass clenching around nothing now. Lila followed—hips bucking, squirting over Ava’s face. Ethan slammed into Jade one last time—came with a low growl—filling her cunt again until it overflowed, running down her thighs.

ONE; SEX PARTY pushed open the heavy wooden door of the sprawling frat house, and the assault hit me instantly—a thick, humid wall of sweat, musk, and the sharp, unmistakable tang of fresh cum. The electronic bass throbbed through the floorboards and up my legs like a second heartbeat, but it was drowned out by the symphony of guttural grunts, broken moans, high-pitched whimpers, the relentless wet slap of flesh on flesh, and the occasional raw, desperate cry of “fuck me harder” or “don’t stop, I’m coming again.”

I don’t know how I'm going to make it home before I blow my load, or even worse, before someone notices my hard-on! I decide to make a quick pit stop at the town library and use the combination of their public toilets and the free Wi-Fi to relieve myself. I quickly lock the only cubicle in the men’s bathroom and sit down, I put my earphones in and immediately go to my phone's videos where I store a large amount of p**n. I quickly click play on one of my favourite screaming videos and start to jerk my 8” cock. I’m already ready to blow my load and the screaming and hot ladies aren’t helping. Suddenly I imagine Mrs Sinclar jerking me and it’s all too much as I shoot stream after stream of cum

The e-mail showed that Selena was Googling pornographic websites - specifically sites which catalogued and stored sex stories. As he checked the screenshots and the text which was being typed into the search bar, he found that she was looking for stories which dealt with S&M, dominance and submission, bondage and humiliation. The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later.

⚠️ Trigger Warning This story contains explicit sexual content, including themes of forced feminization, BDSM, humiliation, sissification, pegging, cum play, and dominance/submission dynamics. It is intended strictly for mature audiences (18+). Reader discretion is advised. “I want you to remember this night for the rest of your life,” Sasha whispered, her voice like velvet over a blade. Julian didn’t get the chance to respond. The click of heels sounded behind him, then the door opened—and everything shifted.

My pants are now around my ankles 186 SuDDEN SEX and my silk thermal leggings are halfway down my ass. A sunbeam is warming the edge of my thigh, but my nipples are as hard as rock hammers. He is kissing me gently while talking dirty about excitable, fainting, fucking beastly, horny goats and rubbing my clit. Steam is puffing from my mouth. I hear another car winding around the curve slowly, then stopping, tires crunching. A cold breeze flutters the leaves and ruffles the water. A second shotgun blast echoes through the trees and a couple of ducks take off from the shore of the river. His face is between my legs. I am arched against the base of an ancient moss-covered oak. There are oak gall