Trapped Sex Novels & Stories

This is the second season of Marco and Letta's story, titled "Trapped: I Can't Escape from the Billionaire." The first season can be read under the title "Trapped: Pregnant with a Billionaire's Child." These two stories are interrelated, and it is recommended to start by reading the first season first. Thank you.

“For mind-blowing, amazing sex, you need to let go. For the best sex, you need to stop thinking and trust the other person. When there’s trust, when there’s no need to be pretty or sexy all the time. Just yourself. That's when magic happens.” “What a load of crap.” Malachi chuckled, “you’ve never had that, have you? I doubt you trust anyone.” “Trust is overrated.” I replied. "I know people won't betray me—not because of some gut feeling, but because they know what happens when they don't. Fear is much stronger than trust.” "I don't understand why you asked me to come. Is this it? So you can insult me all day, play stupid games and then offer sex? I am tired, woman. I am worried sick and you

Adam uttered while he carries her to the other room which is the bedroom leaving no room for arguments. “Seriously. You need a doctor for your sex addiction.” She glares at him who smirks unbothered. “Not only me but you too have an abundance of it. Last time you screamed for more and came so many times that I lost count of it.” “Adam!” Elena placed her one hand in front of his mouth. She was mortified beyond imagination. Just then a knock comes followed by door opening and Daniel saunters inside.

I felt the pain and symptoms that comes with ignoring my sexual appetite and it was very intense After I found Odessa and realized that she was perfect for my sexual need, I disbanded my human trafficking ring, I personally do not like that line of trade, stealing, fucking and then selling of women was not a business I enjoyed or pride myself in but that was the most efficient way I could get a lot of women to satisfy my urge and at the same time not have them tell anyone or make it known to the world I am a sex addict.

the doctor asked, pushing his glasses back on. Mrs Smith’s eyes flicked to Tracy. “Oh,” Tracy began, lowering her head, embarrassed. “Tracy, speak up,” Mrs Smith snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. Tracy fidgeted, rubbing her neck. “Erm… I had rough sex with a man. He was… huge. If you get what I mean.” She hesitated, avoiding the doctor’s eyes. “He took a blue pill because I wanted him to last longer. So, erm… we went at it for a while. I started bleeding after.”

I clenched around his fingers and with a final thrust I came hard around his fingers, I was panting hard, with my chest heaving up and down. My brain was in a mess right now, he pulled out of me and licked his fingers clean still looking deep into my eyes Fuck I'm so dead. _______________________________________________ It's official I'm losing my mind, I'm going crazy, I almost had sex with Tristan, I almost almost fucked him again Maya was talking but I could hardly even hear her, all my mind kept thinking about was what happened at work yesterday. Tristan touched me, he made me cum on his office desk, oh God

Every micro expression mattered. “What kind of things?” she asked carefully. I swallowed. “Feelings. Moments. Things that do not make sense.” “Like what?” I hesitated. “Like… like I was addicted to sex.” Her eyes widened. “Stella.” “I do not mean… I mean like it was something I did often. Something I wanted a lot. Something I could not stop.” I rubbed my temples. “I feel like I lived that life. Like it was normal. Like I chose it.”

“I did a bad thing, El.” My stomach dropped. “What kind of bad thing? Illegal bad? Or ‘I bought another pair of Louboutins I can’t afford’ bad?” “Sex bad,” she whispered. I blinked. “Sex bad?” “Catastrophically bad sex. I mean—the sex was good. The sex was… God, we’ll get to that. But the person I had sex with?” She put her face in her hands. “It’s a disaster. It’s a conflict of interest. It’s practically treason.”

He uses both as leverage to slide deep, withdraw fast, and fuck me again. The noise as the wooden frame hits the wall is only drowned out by our moans, the sounds of our bodies slapping together. Sweat is pouring off him, sweat is pouring off me. We slide against each other. It's the messiest, noisiest bout of sex I've ever been involved in. The thought makes me clamp tighter on him. He's the person who could bring this side of me out, the only person I've ever trusted this much. If up to me, he's the only person I'll ever trust this much again. The thought is shocking because I've never thought of Trick as long term, those hours have always been at the back of my mind. Knowing he wants some

Anything, even death, is better than having that done to you, and Jack cannot wait to get out of the place at the nearest exit. Someone might ask if they suck out the soul by the simple act of sex. The truth is that, it is very much possible to have sex and escape intact, but that is very rare. Often times, they suck the soul once they have sex with a male, human or not. They don’t just have sex with sleeping men; they have sex with awake men as well, and they need sex at least once a week or they grow old. And when having sex, some may keep going until the victim dies.