Urdu Font Sex Stories Novels & Stories

I had soaked the sheets down to the mattress. The faintest grin crossed Nathan’s face. “You need some kind of pleasure in your life. I can’t give it to you. Not like this. Remember all the fun we used to have? All the sexy shit we used to do.” A shiver ran down my spine as I thought about Nathan in healthier times. Our love life had never been an issue. No matter how broken we were, or how petty the argument, our sex life was something that never suffered. Sometimes we would fight over the smallest of things just to end up fucking like rabbits. It was a miracle I didn't get pregnant.

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

THEMES: Short quick story, Nonconsensual, Reluctance, Stockholm syndrome, Hostage, Kidnapping KINKS: Gang Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Rough breeding, Restraints, Masturbation, Filthy Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Firm/ Strict/ Service Dom, Bratty Sub, Restraints, Oral, Edging, Rough sex, Multiple Orgasms, Hair pulling, Spanking, Gang Jerk Off. SHINA'S POV I bite my lip, refusing to tell him the truth, instead...

I stared in awe as it seemed to grow in size and when it began to tent his trousers outward I looked up to see her quickly shoot a questioning glance at me. I knew by the look in her eyes that she was remembering our discussions about men, and our curiosity of the knowledge that we had gained only from books that we had found hidden on the top back shelf of our father’s library. We had found them quite accidentally when we were searching for a remedy for poison ivy. Shocked by what we had stumbled upon we ran to our bedroom to study the books in secret. Page by page we perused the information there and some of it was quite graphic in nature. Astounded by the illustrations that were contained

I reached down, my fingers fumbling with the button of his trousers, desperate to feel the heat I’d been craving. Sensing my urgency, Gab pulled back just enough to strip them off, tossing them carelessly onto the floor. He stood over me for a heartbeat, clad only in that crisp white dress shirt, looking every bit the powerful man he was. I didn't let him stay standing for long. I slid off the couch, dropping to my knees on the thick rug at his feet. I looked up at him, my red lipstick probably smeared, but I didn't care. I reached out, my hands wrapping around his thick, heavy length. The skin was hot, and as I started rubbing the flesh up and down, I watched his face transform.

The smell of sex filled the air, musky, dirty, addictive. "Such a perfect hole," he snarled. "Gonna fill you up every day. Keep you leaking my cum while you work at your desk." I was close, so fucking close, when he suddenly pulled out. He flipped me onto my back on the couch and climbed over me, stroking his glistening cock furiously. "Open your mouth." I barely had time to obey before he exploded. Thick ropes of hot cum painted my face, across my lips, my cheeks, one spurt hitting my tongue. I gasped, tasting him again as it dripped down my chin.

His entire body went rigid, his muscles shaking violently as he shot a thick, hot wave of cum deep inside my pussy, filling me up until it was spilling out. We stayed pinned against that glass window for a very long time, both of us panting for breath, our sweat mixing together as the city lights twinkled far below us. The sin was committed. It was beautiful, it was wrong, and as Julian slowly pulled his thick dick out and wrapped his strong arms around my shaking, naked body, I knew neither of us could ever go back to the way things were before.

Cristina's POV. "Ahhh, Mmmm." A loud gasp came from the other side of the door, followed by rasped heavy breathing. That was exactly what I needed. Heat bloomed low in my core as I shoved the door open. The scene before me was like something out of my wildest fantasies and my nipples hardened under the tight leather gown I'd thrown on. In a corner was a woman, her legs spread far apart. One man pumped his fingers in and out of her wet cunt, making her quiver beneath him while another guy fucked her throat hard, slamming against her again and again as his groans escaped his mouth.

He solved that by yanking them the rest of the way off and tossing them aside. I was completely bare from the waist down in the middle of his classroom. Mr. Reid looked down at my pussy like he was deciding what to do with it. His eyes were darker than I had ever seen them. He dragged two fingers through my wetness again, slow and deliberate, then lifted them so I could see how shiny they were. “Look at the mess you’ve made,” he said. I swallowed hard. “I… I couldn’t help it.” “I know.” He pressed those wet fingers against my lips. “Open.”

She can't let him see that through her jeans because she has the thinnest panties on. Aria sits back down after her failed attempts to reach anyone, but there’s something in the air; across from her is the sexiest man she has ever seen, and now he’s staring, with visible, foggy breath coming out of his mouth, fiery eyes and Aria’s initial thoughts were coming back, like if this man should take her right here against this cold glass walls. How would it feel? Maybe her cold will vanish, maybe it will relieve her stress from the week, or maybe this will be her best fuck ever, and there will be no coming back from it.