Uranic Sexuality Novels & Stories

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

The air no longer carried bits and pieces of yearning alone; a thick sexual energy now followed in its wake, and I welcomed it with a sinister smile. Helene’s memories came with more revelation than I could possibly imagine. The woman was a genius. I was a genius. In my past life, I picked on every little knowledge I could, especially from the witches and I just happened to discover the power in sex magic. Sex magic between mates to be precise. And such a powerful pull between mates with souls that had transcended time like ours would prove to be nothing short of electric. “We don’t need clothes for what I’m about to do,” I warned him, still maintaining eye contact.

Although, maybe it should have been. Walking around the shop brings back memories of last night. Their hands on me, their lips equally intoxicating, and that fucking orgasm makes me tingle just thinking about it. Maybe I should have paid a little attention to sex and things relating to it. I guess I never saw the point of talking about it with my friends or when the girls I was hanging out with would bring sex up. I knew that I couldn’t have one night stands or even a relationship without risking the guy's life being threatened. Shit, if it wasn’t Nico that would have killed the poor sap, it would have been Anthony who I didn’t even know was fucking watching me from afar. It was easy to expl

I can see the disappointed expression on his face "I know, you must not understand what partner sex is, right?!" "I know, Sex friends." He answered my question correctly, his voice sounded sad "That's right, you're smart huh." He hugged me and rested his head on my shoulder "So warm." he said making my heart very touched, my hands tightened the hug around his waist. We hugged warmly in the toilet waiting for the pain in my hole to go away, then I fell fast asleep in his warm embrace which made me very calm.

Kinks: gloryhole, multiple cocks, rough sex, exhibitionism Sara's heart thumped wildly in her chest as she and Mia entered the dimly lit, pulsing gloryhole bar. The heavy bass reverberated through the walls, vibrating every nerve ending in her body. The humid air hit her skin like a caress, carrying with it the scent of sex and taboo promises. It was their 27th birthday, and this was the ultimate gift they had fantasized about for months - a night of pure, anonymous indulgence.

Sex. Could you be any more of an idiot, Tyrith? Of all the things, you had to say sex. And in front of Lucian. He was going to think I liked him. God, I wanted to die. How could such a word leave my mouth? Sure, it had been a while since I indulged in such acts. I spent my heat cycle locked in my apartment. My life was fine without sex. At least, I thought so, but to say such a thing. Such abomination.

"Wait... Do you want to cajole my father? —He started laughing at me —Stop being stupid, my father hates ugly and tasteless girls and you are. I couldn't believe that Lucas called me that way, he humiliated me and that hurt me because he said it so loudly that Erika was also making fun of me. —So I'm ugly and tasteless? —I swear this won't stay like this Lucas. And since you wanted to know the name of the person who took my virginity, I'll tell you. Victor Santoro —Lucas' face completely uncracks and he laughs at me again —He even came to my room last night to pick me up to give me a job, actually it's an excuse I'll use because he's a stud that I want him to fuck me every day.

Nearly a month had passed since she last had real sex, and the craving inside her burned hotter than ever. She scrolled through new chatrooms until she stumbled across one called BBCchat. Her pulse raced at the name. Arianna had always fantasized about black cock, though she had never experienced one. She signed up immediately as “Ari Cat” and uploaded a nude photo. A glimpse of her bush peeked between her thighs. The responses came fast, men sending pictures of their erections, making her cunt twitch with desire. She chose one and began sexting. Her descent into craving black cock was complete. She could feel herself growing hotter with every message.

CHAPTER 4. SEXUAL ADDICTION I don't care about anything anymore. The world outside this room, the family downstairs, the fifty days of self-control I sacrificed—it all dissolves into a hazy, unimportant mess. The only reality is the heat of her body beneath mine, the wet, desperate sounds we are making, and the sheer, overwhelming friction of our locked hips. The both of us are crying out loud right now, our voices blending into a single, frantic sound of ecstasy and transgression. “Oh my God, yes! Oh, fuck, baby!” she is screaming, her voice raw, her head thrown back against the pillows.

“It’s a lot to take in. You’re too much.” “We only have less than five minutes, or the staff will come knocking at the door to check on us.” I teased her, tracing my finger against the line of her lacy panties. “This isn’t taboo. This adds excitement to our sex life, but I’m happy with what we have.” “It’s just—” “Liberating? Self-indulging? There’s always a darkness inside us, and not all darkness is violent. Sometimes, it’s hedonism.” “I can’t focus.” Her chest heaved, her skin hot. “It’s surreal.”