Trapped Sex Stories Novels & Stories

“He missed one hell of a story.” “Yeah he did. He knew their names, but not that I did it with them at the same time.” Aiden was not ashamed to show that he was a little turned on. But he could never share Katherine with anyone. That he was sure of, but to know that she had a massive sexual appetite made his pants seemed tighter in the crotch area all of a sudden. “I see. You never seized to amaze me, Katherine.” “What about you? I bet you have some war stories to share.”

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Letta satisfied herself, as did Marco, marking their increasing satisfaction. Marco then released their lip lock as he felt Letta's core pulsating. Marco couldn't hold back any longer. Marco began to spread Letta's legs wide enough, seeing how Letta's core was more than ready to receive him. Without hesitation, Marco began to penetrate her strongly, providing the moisture that facilitated his entry into Letta. The mere thought of it was enough to trigger a pleasant euphoria for both of them. The room temperature rose, making Marco ready to give even more on Letta's body.

I squirted again, harder this time, my legs trembling uncontrollably in his grip. Kai and Leo watched, stroking themselves, then decided to join. While Marcus fucked my pussy brutally, Kai climbed behind him. He spat on his own cock and slowly pushed it into Marcus’s ass. Marcus groaned deeply, his thrusts into me faltering for a second before he started fucking me even harder, using the momentum from Kai fucking him. The sex train formed perfectly. Marcus was buried in my pussy, Kai was buried in Marcus’s ass, and Leo moved to my mouth, face-fucking me while Tyler stroked himself and spat on my tits, rubbing it into my skin.

It drowned out the smell of the sex for a second, but I could still feel the sticky warmth of his cum sliding down the insides of my thighs, trickling toward my knees in thick, white streaks that stained the expensive rug. I stood up on shaky legs, my balance uneven. I gathered the tatters of my ruined robe, clutching the torn silk to my chest like a shield. I slipped out of the room, looking both ways down the hallway. I padded down the corridor barefoot, every step a reminder of the mess between my legs, the wetness of his release soaking into the hem of the white shirt as I hurried back to the safety of my own bed, feeling the weight of the secret I was now carrying between my thighs. I r

I have always been able to trust Sammy. But how can I tell Sammy about how I am changing? How my interest in sex is pushing me beyond the normal limits that people have; how my Onlyfans account was veering further and further away from hers, which is strictly suggestive bathing suit pictures; how, when I masturbate now, which is currently about three times a day, all I can picture is my stepfather's face... my stepfather staring at me, his eyes glazing over with lust, as he cums? A wave of sadness washes over me. My stepfather, whom I love, and who now can't look at me because of the way I've been acting. The things I've done.

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…”

The woman's holes gaped when he pulled back slightly, clenching visibly before he plunged in again, forcing another gush that soaked the furniture. Lara's gaze flickered over just in time to catch another scene unfolding a few feet away, two guys locked in a heated 69 on the floor, their muscular bodies tangled and slick with sweat. One was on top, his mouth engulfing the bottom guy's cock in deep, throat-bulging sucks, bobbing with enthusiastic slurps while his own shaft disappeared into the bottom guy's eager mouth. They deep-throated each other without mercy, gagging noises mixing with hums of pleasure, and balls resting on chins as they took every inch, but the real kicker was the girl s

Except her. So out it came. The story of Peter and me. The story of a capable successful woman acting like a sex-enslaved bimbo over a man who was divine in bed but a selfish, ten-timing monster everywhere else ... Once I’d started, I couldn't stop. Amongst the sobs and hiccups, I blurted out things I’d never told anybody. How if Peter smiled that filmstar smile of his 1 was putty. How he’d make me beg for more of his perfect Joy of Sex fucking. How he’d make me climax in a way so expert I half expected a judge to pop up and give marks for technical merit. And how afterwards — while my body still sizzled — I'd wish I hadn't been so ‘easy’...

that felt like the most powerful ending for this couple. Okay, that was the heartfelt, literary reason. Now for the completely, utterly ridiculous and honest reason: I literally could not write another sex scene. I am not joking. We were closing in on 80,000 words on this thing! A hundred thousand words! Do you have any idea how many different ways there are to describe a hand running through hair? Or a deep gaze across a room? I was starting to lose my mind trying to come up with fresh, non-repetitive action. I truly don't think I would have survived trying to write a fresh, unique, meaningful, and non-absurdly-long sex scene at this point in the narrative. My fingers were cramping, my thes