Verosika Mayday Sexuality Novels & Stories

She bunched up her long golden hair standing before the dresser and applied avocado moisturizer on her skin and opened one of the drawers, taking out the strip of contraceptive pills. “We had unprotected sex many times. Maybe it’s a chance I didn’t get pregnant. But it may also mean that Makeba is right, and I can’t conceive.” The trail of thoughts clenched her heart and Veronica stared at it, conflicted. “Aries won’t leave me! Even if I fail to give him babies or if I give him babies...” The voice in her head interrupted as she heard Aries shouting for her. “Coming!” She shouted and threw the strip in the trash bin, rushing out.

Kinks: voyeurism, discreet sex, handjob, pussy play The subway car rattled through the underground tunnels, packed tight with rush-hour commuters. Bodies pressed against each other in the humid air, the scent of sweat and cheap perfume hanging heavy. Maya gripped the overhead rail, her short skirt brushing against her smooth thighs. She loved these moments—the thrill of being surrounded by strangers, her heart pounding not just from the crowd but from the secret cravings she harbored.

The words on the paper, the key to unlocking the truth, were now within reach, ready to shatter the fragile peace and set the course of their lives forever. The truth was that Veronica had succumbed to a moment of weakness while she was dating Ted, her night with Scott had been a one time thing. The sex was hot and steamy fueled by passion, anger and lust. Veronica was convinced the baby was Ted's but as the doctor brought out the test result, Veronica doubted her stance.

Maya was expecting an old man in a suit. She also fell for the charm Tony created as he made an entrance. Maya was looking at Tony lustfully. She could already tell the size of his cock and how many rounds he could go with her. Maya admires men a lot, and she imagines sex all the time with different men, but Maya is actually afraid of real live intimacy. She has only had sex once, and that was decades ago. Maya knocks herself out with sex vibrators when she is horny. She watches porn a lot and often masturbates.

“You don’t look like a street hooker. So what the fuck do you actually do?” Maya let out a shaky laugh, hips rocking slightly around both fists now buried inside her. “I work at a regular company. But I’ve been obsessed with sex since forever. Love trying new things, pushing limits. Went way too far at one point and… there’s no going back. I don’t even want to. I’m fucking addicted.” Karl nodded slowly, processing, then refocused on the obscene sight of both his hands locked inside her body. He started moving slow, pulling his left fist back, then punching it forward again.

The transformation into a vampire, the fights with Soraia, what happened with Leticia, and all the craziness of and with Julio Cesar and the vampires. -Oh, Maya, you must have great physical and emotional strength to endure all this," said Veronica, both of them in their room, on the bed with their knees bent. -I'd rather have my father here with me," she revealed, and realized that Veronica's eyes were always turned away from her. -What do you want to ask me, Veronica? She widened her eyes - Me? Maya laughed. -Vampires can sense a lie in the air. Veronica swallowed hard.

"Ay papasito rico, quiero sentirte dentro de mí, lo mejor que he hecho es guardar mi virginidad para darsela a quien yo quise, a ese hombre que me trae loca de atar, este blog está buenísimo, estoy aprendiendo bastante, le voy a dar la sorpresa se voy a chupar la de lo lindo, bueno en el dildo me sale muy bien, lo único son las arcadas parece que me ahoggogo, mi hermoso la tiene más grande" Jenna had the vibrator in her hand and opened the blog on the laptop, she put play to continue practicing, she was determined to give him oral sex and make him happy. In another part of the city there was an argument between spouses. "I've had enough of you worshipping a dead man, damn it, you're crazy".

Max brought the woman onto his body, sitting her on his lap while he kissed her breasts again. I knew they were about to do it—really do it like two adults having sex, not like me and Jack, who still had to hold back because of the principles I held. And when it finally happened, I sped up the movements of my fingers, thrusting in and out of my pussy. “Ah…” Damn it. I quickly covered my mouth when I accidentally moaned in my hiding spot. My heart pounded violently when I realized how stupid I’d been. “Who’s there?”

My throat tightened. Across the café the sociology girl said something to the person beside her. One of the lecturers near the window gathered his things. The ordinary world continued its ordinary business while I sat across from a man who was quietly, methodically, removing every wall I had built and doing it in broad daylight where I had nowhere to retreat. “Adrian” “I know you were at Velvet last night,” he said quietly. “I know you’ve been there before. I’m not” He stopped. “I’m not asking you to explain it right now. I just need you to know that whatever it is, it doesn’t”

I couldn’t stop shaking, my fingers hovered over the page, frozen in place even though my journal was still open on the bed, Lane’s voice from our last session echoed in my head, telling me to push through the urges, but it was impossible to hear him without remembering the warmth of his hand on my back… the weight of his gaze. The challenge had been simple, thirty days without sex, I’d barely made it past four.