Visual Sex Novels & Stories

To make the call something we would both savor. I dimmed the lights further and opened a private browser. The site loaded with a familiar pulse of forbidden thrill—videos of couples and more exploring boundaries, bodies entwined in slow, sensual rhythms. I selected one that reminded me of Elias: a man with a similar commanding presence guiding his partner through wave after wave of ecstasy. The woman on screen moaned softly as he teased her with his fingers, drawing out slick sounds that made my thighs press together instinctively.

This book features: ☆ Intensely graphic sexual descriptions: Detailed, prolonged, and highly explicit scenes of penetration, oral sex, anal sex, manual stimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampies, cum play, swallowing, facials, and every conceivable sex act described in raw, unfiltered detail—including sounds, sensations, tastes, smells, and physical responses.

Her eyes roamed my body, engulfing me in the sight of myself, filling me with pride and confidence about how I looked, about how desirable I was. "Hmmm, you sound so sexy," she told me, purring like honey, taking me in. It was just something very strange that vibrated in the air, making a sound that sent shivers down my body, knowing that it thrilled. I bucked my hindquarters in perfect place to both emphasize the contours of my body and cause the spark in Visha's eyes that made them gleam.

I went back to the bedroom and lay in bed, quietly feeling the subtle change of emotions into a desire to be exposed to eyes that watched me more intently. Following my instincts, I spread my legs and slowly knelt with my back to the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the reflection of my mirror, I could secretly glimpse the man with his arm moving up and down. He was doing the same thing as me. This strong sense of shame brought my waist lower but my hips higher. The waves in my heart came crashing one after another. My every nerve was stretched to the limit. We looked at each other tacitly and pleasured ourselves.

We could all smell her sexual arousal. The Queen's eyes were fixed on us, her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and sexual desires. Her whispers turned to soft moans, her body swaying unconsciously to the rhythm. The scent of her desire wafted through the air. I could feel the heat emanating from her, trying to draw me in, she was a siren like me, but I was stronger. My men closed in around me, their movements becoming more fluid, more seductive. The Queen's eyes locked onto mine, her gaze burning with a primal longing. I knew in that moment, that she was ours, completely entranced by the raw power of our Mayan Vampiric dance.

We could all smell her sexual arousal. The Queen's eyes were fixed on us, her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and sexual desires. Her whispers turned to soft moans, her body swaying unconsciously to the rhythm. The scent of her desire wafted through the air. I could feel the heat emanating from her, trying to draw me in, she was a siren like me, but I was stronger. My men closed in around me, their movements becoming more fluid, more seductive. The Queen's eyes locked onto mine, her gaze burning with a primal longing. I knew in that moment, that she was ours, completely entranced by the raw power of our Mayan Vampiric dance.

It would also slowly rub inside her body, waiting for her to beg him to hurry up. Women are always defeated by their own imaginations, and emotional teasing is always easier to make them excited than direct visual stimulation. Her body softened, and her wetness was hard to control. There seemed to be a slippery sound of water when she pushed it. With a little force, it rubbed across the entire gap, sliding from the entrance to the small beads hidden above, and it was wet by her several times. When he returned to the entrance, he asked hoarsely in her ear: "Is it done?"

“Spread your legs, gorgeous… I need to see… Let me see.” His words were low and husky and made her sex even wetter. She writhed against the sheet that had twisted beneath her, trying to relieve some of the building pressure. Shifting her legs apart, Rowena let her hands fall between her barely opened thighs. “Open them even wider... I want to see… Let me see what I can’t touch. Please.”

Some are standing, others bent over, some completely restrained, legs spread and chained to the walls, their asses on full display. Above each slot is a photo of their face and handles for leverage. “Someone’s excited,” Camden murmurs, voice laced with amusement. I glance down, seeing my rock-hard cock bobbing against my stomach. Camden’s gaze locks on it, his hand drifting down to stroke his own length. “I know we said no sex between us,” he muses, voice dark with promise, “but fuck—watching you lose yourself in this? That’s hot as hell.” I bite my lip, indecisive, then reach out and stroke his cock, watching it twitch under my touch.

His eyes broaden by my lewd action, it is a sign of confirmation he was seeking for which I readily gave to him. The beast suffers the reigns of control as it slips and falls from his claws as he brutally pinches and kneads my tit. He is not gentle with me in any way his need to immorally devour prominently exhibited to me. There is an excessive sexual tension that sparks to life between us. My soggy cunt discharges fresh spurts of thick fluid as it tantalizingly glides down my inner thighs to my ankles to lure my male into my sinful den.