True Sexy Stories Novels & Stories

She licked the sweat from his throat and promised worse. The obsession sharpened in every city. Budapest: sex in the shadowed alley behind the opera house minutes before curtain, his hand over her mouth, strangers twenty feet away. Amsterdam: a midnight canal boat where he bent her over the rail and fucked her while tourists drifted past on another boat, close enough to touch. Barcelona: he tied her spread-eagle to the bedposts with the silk sashes from hotel robes and used a wand on her clit until she was speaking in tongues, then flipped her over and took her ass until she blacked out for three blissful seconds.

Well there was only two weeks left to enjoy her and I was doing that as much as I could. Not that I didn't actually enjoy the class itself as I had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what I was writing was dirty stories, or as the web sites called it; erotica. I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews.

Teasing. Tell me what you want. I want you to fuck me raw. I want every inch. I want you to ruin me. He pushed in slowly. Stretching me open. I gasped and dropped to my elbows as he sank deeper. Fuck Tessa. So tight. So perfect. He bottomed out and stayed still for a second letting me feel all of him. Then he started thrusting. Deep and steady at first. Then harder. The bed creaked. My moans got louder with every slap of his hips against my ass.

"Sex is always... boring with him so I never cum. I've been faking my orgasm since we got married." Seraphine felt the sweet sensation stop. Perhaps he was shocked. Maybe. The feather continued its maddening path, tracing the outline of her labia, dipping slightly into her entrance before retreating. Her muscles tensed, straining against the cuffs. "I'm tired of pleasuring myself... I want a rough fuck by a real man," she continued, the words pouring out of her now, fueled by the teasing and the darkness. He clicked his tongue, the sound sharp in the quiet room. "Interesting wishes whore"

Lexi They kept fucking me like that for what felt like forever—long, deep strokes that kept me teetering right on the edge without letting me fall. My whole body was shaking, sweat slicking my skin, my pussy making the wettest, most obscene sounds every time they bottomed out. I could feel their cocks throbbing inside me, both of them fighting their own orgasms, veins pulsing against my walls. “Please… please…” I was crying now, actual tears of overwhelming pleasure and frustration. “I can’t hold it… I’m gonna cum… I’m so close… Zach, Julian, please let me cum…”

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

Squeezing my breasts, Phil rubbed my hard nipples with his thumbs making my climax come faster. "...oh...yes...yes..." I screamed as I began to ride him harder and faster. "...Amie..." Phil screamed as we both reached our climax. Laying on his chest, we were both panting uncontrollably. Rolling us over, Phil kept his penis inside my vagina and we spent the first day of our honeymoon having sweet, passionate, lust filled sex.

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

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Her husband’s voice, raw and desperate, mixed with a woman’s breathy cries, her stomach twisted while she walked down the hallway like a ghost and pushed the bedroom door open. The sight of what she saw burned itself into her soul. Her husband was on his back, gripping the sheets, while Laura, her trusted secretary, the quiet, beautiful woman who had been by her side for years riding him hard. Laura’s head was thrown back, her full breasts bouncing with every movement, moaning his name like she couldn’t get enough while his hands gripped Laura’s hips tightly as he thrust up into her, and the wet slapping sounds filling the room. “Fuck, Laura… your pussy is so wet and tight,” he groaned loudl