Uranic Sexuality Novels & Stories

I felt so good at the sudden electrocution. I looked back into her eyes and my eyes felt more hooded. She bit her lip when I attempted my fingers at the hem of her undie again "Trust me ok?" I whispered pecking her lips and she nodded as I slowly removed the thin fabric. She squirmed when I caressed her inner thigh in my fingers and she moaned attempting to close her legs when I gently rubbed her clit in my fingers. I craddled it gently and passed her a light chuckle when she rolled back her eyes and closed them briefly making me brush my lips on her cheek. She whined when I flicked the pad of my fingers at her moistrous entrance.

“I… I don't really pay attention to it. It's just a part of life. This is the way things have always been, so no, it doesn't bother me. I never paid attention to it. It's not like they're beating them down in the halls and raping them! A lot of our men turn to sex to unwind. Omegas are horny beings! It's perfect for them. They get a release, and so does the warrior!” I said, and he pulled further away from me as a look of disgust spread across his face. “If the ugliest person tied you down and played with your body… manipulated your prostate, and sucked you off, you would eventually cum too! It doesn't mean you wanted it or asked for it. It's just natural that your body would respond to that

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

And that was one of the less explicit of the paintings. Suddenly, Kate began to feel dizzy again as she looked around her. One wall was dominated by a huge canvas depicting what would normally be called a conversation piece, with many people sitting and standing in a social situation. But all the people here were in an explicitly sexual situation. In fascination, Kate approached the enormous, gilt-framed painting. It was, she noted, a pastiche of the Dutch School; the room and furnishings were plain:to the point of starkness, and the clothing of the figures spoke of puritanism. Yet their actions were the opposite. They all, men and women alike, had exposed, oversized genitals, and they were

To make matters worse, he's doing all sorts of things to me, and every single one of them is as magical as they are torturous. "Listen," I blurt out before I know what I want to tell him. Nero's body tenses as I take a few deep breaths to calm my racing heartbeat. "You've clearly forgotten that we're men. Like both of us are men, Nero." Hopefully, the remainder will get this man back to the right headspace. What worries me is his sexuality. Alphas like Nero, born under Hades' moon, don't care about the gender of their partners when they're aroused. After the act, however, the bodies of the male partners often end up in the nearest ditch.

She had always been taught that the human body was sinful and that homosexuality was an abomination, but now she was beginning to see the sensual elegance in the feminine form. The beauty of their faces, the softness of their skin, the youthful maturity of their developed bodies. Regular porn was about highlighting the anatomic link between men and women and the way in which nature had designed their bodies to come together. To Helena, the joining of these two women seemed to reinforce the individuals, the two of them reflecting each other and giving separate views like butterflies on a mirror.

He states sadly. “I would never poison you.” I speak quietly near his ear hoping to pacify his nervousness towards the medication. “Hyperactive Sexualization Disorder is when your wolf develops an intense need for sexual gratification at an early age. Now we understand that as werewolves we have a higher sexual desire than humans but unlike humans, that desire normally doesn’t hit until after the first shift.

“—No, no, you listen, bro. I know how much you love the feeling of your girl’s flesh, clenching around that cock of yours…that powerful feeling of filling her and moving inside her tight hole; that intense feeling of dominance as you listen to her cry and beg for you; that extreme and violently overwhelming whirlwind of emotions streaming in every single vein in your body never really leaves you even after you’re done screwing her, bro. And once you reached the peak, you just want to go for it again, and you should, we all should. Why should we restrain ourselves? Why should we control our desires when we know for certain that it’d only make us fucking lose our mind until we let it go? It’s

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

He nuzzled against her, his lips on her neck, nibbling and kissing his way up to her earlobe, where she'd always been ticklish. " Ooh," she whispered. " Ooh! Oh, oh, oh. . . Fu*k." She sighed, as he worked his fingers against the slick seam . . . and then she forgot to pose, forgot about trying to look good, and lost herself inside her own pleasure. Luci watched her squeeze her eyes shut as she clamped her thighs against his wrist and snapped her hips up, once, twice, three times before she froze, all the muscles in her thighs and belly and bottom tense and quivering, and he felt her contract against his fingers.