Sultry Stories Novels & Stories

Something that is not offensive but is a turn on both mentally and physically' 'Do you think that that story is true? 'I don't know, probably, but even if not its almost certain to be based around a real event, I know my stories always are.' 'You write. Where do you get the ideas?' 'As I've just said, my stories are embellishments of real events. Do you fantasise?' A little hesitancy but Julia answered 'Yes. Doesn't everyone' 'I certainly do. My fantasies are always about real people and start in actual situations I've been in. It's the same for my stories.'

“Look at this perfect little ass. You wore this for me, didn’t you?” Adeline whimpered, gripping the edge of the desk. Luca hooked his fingers into her thong and pulled it down her thighs, letting it hang around her ankles. He spread her legs wider, exposing her glistening pussy. “So fucking wet already,” he said, voice thick. “My innocent little secretary is dripping for her boss’s cock.” He dropped to his knees behind her and buried his face between her thighs. Adeline cried out as his tongue dragged through her soaked folds. He licked her like a starving man. With long, slow strokes from her clit to her entrance, then sucking her swollen clit into his mouth.

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

“Sleep with the plug still in. Keep that ass ready for Daddy’s cock.” Sarah pulled me down onto the bed between them. They stripped me completely, then lay on either side, their naked bodies pressed tight against mine. Mark’s hard cock rested against my thigh, the piercing cool on my skin. Sarah’s full breasts squished against my back, her hand cupping my pussy possessively. “No cumming,” she whispered, kissing my shoulder. “Just feel how wet you are for us.” I lay there shaking, the plug shifting every time I breathed, their hands roaming my body, fingers teasing my clit and nipples but never letting me finish. Their low voices filled the dark room with filthy promises of tomorrow.

As you embark on this journey of passion and desire, I wanted to share a personal note with you. Each chapter in this spicy collection is a piece of love, crafted to ignite your imagination and awaken your senses. From steamy encounters to forbidden romances, I've poured my heart into creating worlds where inhibitions melt away and pleasure knows no bounds. But beyond the heat and sensuality, these stories are about more than just physical desire. They're about exploring the depths of emotion, the complexities of desires, and the power of attraction.

Chapter Three – Retreat’s Rapture The Sapphire Retreat darkened as night fell, the stars reflecting on the waves, the cabana’s sapphire curtains billowing in the coastal breeze, the air thick with the musk of our passion. My body was a map of their desire—bruises on my hips and thighs, bite marks on my chest, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger within me raged, a primal need fueled by Marcus and Liam’s unrelenting dominance. The two men loomed over me, their breaths heavy, cocks hard again, eyes locked on mine with a fierce devotion, ready to culminate the retreat in a rapture of flesh and spirit. The isolation thrummed with the energy of our shared taboo, their partnership a sacred

She looked up at him with that same sly smile she used when she knew she’d won an argument. “Still think I’m too young for this?” She teased, voice husky. He groaned something incoherent, thumb brushing her cheek. I watched Uncle Marcus grabbed Gracy, pulling her up. His hands rested on her waist, propelling her to the bed. Grscy smiled smugly before she knelt on the bed, her booty shot upward. Her hands parted her ass, revealing her thick wet pussy. “Fuck me.” She commanded. “Gracy!” I snapped, my control shredding to pieces

Sloane reached up, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him down, her mouth crashing against his in a kiss that tasted like a war. It wasn't romantic; it was a collision of two people who wanted to consume each other. Julian groaned into her mouth, his tongue invading her space with a dominance that mirrored his business tactics. He wanted every part of her, and he wanted it now. His hands slid down her body, gripping her hips and hoisting her up onto the desk, scattering the remaining papers like confetti. He didn't waste time with gentleness, his fingers diving under her skirt and finding her already soaking wet.

She sucked hard again, her cheeks hollowing inward, her tongue dancing frantically over the sensitive head every time she pulled up. Saliva escaped the seal of her lips, dripping down her chin and onto her heaving breasts in long, viscous strings. Tears tracked through her mascara but she barely noticed, moaning around his cock like the slut he calls her. The wet, sloppy sounds of her sucking filled the quiet room, amplified by the racing of her own heart in her ears. Every grunt and shift of his hips did dirty things to her mind, fueling a wet heat between her thighs that demanded attention.

“Is this what you want?” “Yes,” Elena moaned. “Take me like this. I need you deep.” Sage used her fingers and mouth, driving Elena toward another peak. “Talk to me. Tell me how it feels.” “So good,” Elena panted. “I love when you control me like this. Don’t stop.” Sage brought her over the edge, then turned her around for a deep kiss. “You are addictive, Elena Voss. I did not expect this when I accepted the job.”