Suggestive Language Novels & Stories

“A smaller, more precise co…” Everything he says blurs out when he finds my g-spot and just straight up…attacks it. I feel assaulted, but with pleasure. He uses a hook like motion to keep his fingers inside me and he plunders. Like he’s searching for something, he digs me up. He digs the stored pleasure and lays them out with his words. Words that are inexplicably dirty, but I can’t describe them. Later, I would recall, when I came down from the high, that he was speaking a slavic language as he finger-fúcked me.

He continued rubbing the wet area gently. His voice was soft and his touch, warm and gentle. When he slipped his fingers deep inside me. I felt him twitch with anticipation, knowing exactly what I wanted. He smirked and stood up licking his fingers clean, "Shall we try something new?" He asked me huskily. The way he said it was so suggestive that I was left speechless, but the only word that came to my mind was 'yes'. My mind was blank and I knew I couldn't speak without giving myself away. I nodded, still looking at him through half-lidded eyes.

The sex was our language of love, extreme, yes, but honest and joyful. Yet the neighbor's complaint lingered in my mind. What if it escalated? What if someone at work noticed the hickeys or my walking funny from being fucked raw? The suspense added spice, making every encounter more charged. During the trip, our video calls turned feral. One night, I set up multiple cameras, fucking a suction-cup dildo on the floor while he directed me: "Deeper, slut. Show me how you'd take my cock." I came screaming his name, imagining him bursting through the door to punish my holes.

I said, "We shouldn't be doing it, right?" "Why not?" Lindsay asked that question again. Like it was the height of philosophical dialectic. "We're. I mean it's. Fuck." Language was leaving me so fast, I could only grasp at the words as they raced past me. It left me with a frantic, meaningless ramble. "It feels good," Lindsay said, "And it's fun. So, I don't see a problem. I mean, you're not stopping, right?" I had to concede all of that.

She prophesized, her voice, eyes, and body language taking on a seductive undertone. Lex scoffed, his voice low and each word pronounced carefully. "I have no desire to take what you have to offer. You have no impact on my senses, I can think clearly and without emotion in your presence and, therefore, I know I will never want you, Tatiana. Not even for meaningless sex." Before she could respond, Lex turned on his heels and stalked off. He needed some air.

he said and gave me a suggestive wink. “Pervert,” I murmured but gave him a smile. “I’m going to please you in ways you’ve only imagined before. I’m going to make you beg for more,” I said in a sultry voice. His eyes darkened in anticipation. “Make me beg all you want. I’d be willing.”

He didn't care. I bit my lip hard to keep from screaming, my legs already trembling. His tongue moved lower, sliding into my pussy next. He lapped at my wet folds like a starving man, sucking my clit between his lips and flicking it with the tip. “This pussy is dripping for me, isn't it? So sweet and juicy,” he said, his words vibrating through me. On the phone, he switched back to casual. “Yeah, Musk, we're good on that clause. Just wrap it up.” Then to me again, “You love my tongue buried in your slutty holes, don't you?“

He then inserted his rod into her tight ocean and banged her so hard she almost screamed at the top of her voice. " more! more! Holy shit! damn! hell! ouch!"... Susannah said as she even prophesied in a language best known to her. Eddie pressed forward, he dug deeper and deeper, faster and faster into her wet cubicle. Susannah held Eddie so tight that she feared she was gonna break his bones. Eddie as well kept shooting, his rod was working, his legs were moving, his hands were fumbling her boobs, and his lips were kissing at the same time. He is really an expert, a Casanova to the core.

he pressed lightly on her pussy with his palm to release more pleasure into her with all excitement in his tone, Lawrence's vocal language was just so killing to Somira as she began to feel the urge to spread her legs for him to fuck her again. "But honestly, I would love to ride you this time around" she whispered, smiling… "Wow! Wow! Wowwww!!!" He exclaimed in excitement. "I just can't wait baby! So come on… finish this wet cunt craving dude…!!!" He released her instantly and hopped on her bed as he shivers from her words. Somira laughed so hard as she watched him shiver. Walking slowly to meet up with him in bed, Lawrence skipped out of her bed again, and pounced on her.

Was it this bad to talk with it? “The language, you spoke the first time I saw you, is called the Ira language. It’s an ancient one and people who know it probably are counted my fingers in the whole world. And I expect you to not talk with it at all? I don’t want my slave to attract so much attention did on the stage and it’s better if you don’t let anyone know about it, even my friend Fredden.” “I don’t know where that gemstone is; I lied because I wanted to know if someone spoke the same language as I did,” I lied, feeling relaxed under his touch. He massaged my body and I felt he did so to make me as honest as possible.