Sweat Stories Novels & Stories

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

Her eyes met his, wide and curious, a spark there that made his pulse race. "No sweat." He forced a smile, stepping back before he did something stupid. Downstairs, his mind replayed the gasp, the lace. Cock half-hard again. He busied himself in the garage, hammering nails into a pegboard for tools. Sweat built under his shirt, the physical work a distraction. An hour passed, boxes sorted. He wiped his forehead, heading inside for water.

Just me and my best friend trapped in the crazy heat. Sweat poured down my body in heavy streams. It ran over my chest. Dripped off my nipples. Slid between my legs and made my balls feel wet and heavy. My cock rested thick on my thigh. It was not soft anymore. The heat made it swell slow and steady. The head felt sensitive and shiny with a mix of sweat and pre-cum leaking out. I tried to ignore it but my dick kept twitching every time I breathed.

They marked me inside and out, knots swelling one by one, filling me until cum leaked profusely from every hole. As the intensity finally ebbed, we lay in a sweaty, sated tangle. The brothers shared stories of their pack’s history—ancient rivalries, lost battles, and the prophecy of an omega who would strengthen their line. I listened, tracing scars on their chests, feeling the bond deepen with every word.

I bit my lip, my thoughts spiraling, my body betraying me, rubbing hard on my clitoris. "Fuck you, mike..." I whispered, moaning out loud after squirting. I stood up, heading to clean myself up properly before slipping into a sexy gown. Just then, the door burst open. Of course, Susan. “Hey, bitchyyy!” she grinned. “Did you miss me?” I rolled my eyes but smiled, pulling her into a hug. “Obviously, yes, I missed you.” She pulled away, scrunching her nose. “Oh girl, please… something smells weird,” she said, walking toward my bed.

The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam. He leaned in, nose grazing my hair, inhaling deep. "You smell... fuck, so good." Words accidental, but they ignited. I turned my head, lips brushing his jaw soft, unintended. His hand settled on my waist, fingers splaying over the bare skin where tank met shorts, burning through me. "Jax... we can't. Mia..." But my body arched subtle, traitorous, the ache between my thighs growing insistent. He groaned low, forehead pressing to mine, shifting his hips and there it was, the hard length in his shorts pressing against my hip, thick and unyielding.

He said in excitement and Charles nodded in agreement beside him as he sat up. “There's this one lady at the strippers’ section. I heard she's a beast! Men literally fight to get her home with them. I want to try her tonight, she's so fucking sexy. You have to come, man, you're missing out on a lot because you're a damn workaholic,” Charles quipped, but I was uninterested as I watched them talk and talk about how much fun “they” were gonna have. Until someone knocked softly. The door pushed open to reveal Lena and she walked in with her usual innocent smile as she placed documents on my desk.

Something about this was definitely suspicious. When Frederick came out later, I decided to probe him. "Fred, I need to tell you—there's a new trainer at the gym. He seems like a college student, and he's really tall and handsome. I think his name is Samuel Wolfe."

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

Every time I thought I was at my limit, Kade would whisper something cruel in my ear, or Brian would deliver a spank that reignited the fire in my blood, and I’d find a second wind. By mid-afternoon, I was lying splayed out on the rug, my legs shaking uncontrollably. I was covered in a film of their cum, my skin tacky and smelling of musk. The sheer stockings were torn, and the maid’s apron was hanging by a single string. Kade walked over and stood between my spread legs, looking down at me like I was something he’d found on the bottom of his shoe. "You're holding up better than I thought," he admitted, his voice a low rumble. "But we’re only halfway through day three. Brian and Ken have som