Visual Sex Novels & Stories

Her silent orgasm—mouth open, no sound, just clenching. Rex's hips bucked in the chair. "She's so... tight looking. Bet she milks him dry." His strokes turned sloppy, fist twisting at the base, veins bulging in his forearm. Sweat dripped down his temple. He leaned closer to the screen, like he could smell her—musk and expensive perfume.

I opened I*******m and typed in CV Gallery before I could stop myself. His account loaded, and there they were—his latest posts, as beautiful and haunting as always. Women arched in silk sheets, wrists bound in red rope, eyes blindfolded, mouths open in silent ecstasy. Men on their knees, backs gleaming, bodies offered up to the lens. Couples tangled together, skin on skin, lost in each other. All of them confident, sexual, unashamed. The kind of art that made you feel something deep in your gut—desire, envy, awe.

They swayed as he moved and I could see Alexis observing every detail. At his point I took some vaseline and starting stroking it onto her clitoris and her pubic lips. She took some vaseline too and lubricated my cock and began slowly stroking it. The screen showed the black man licking and sucking at the white woman's pubic area, working her clitoris and getting his tongue deep into her vagina. Alexis took in every detail of this too and was clearly becoming aroused. At one point she moved my hand away from her vagina. I asked her if anything was wrong. She said 'no, I just don't want to come too soon.' I asked her if she liked the film. She replied 'I must be enjoying it, I nearly came jus

Sweat slicked their skin, the room thick with the scent of sex and ink. Nia bounced faster, tits jiggling, ass cheeks flexing as she impaled herself repeatedly. Vardo's free hand roamed her back, dipping to spread her cheeks, a finger circling her tight asshole, pressing just inside. The dual sensation shattered her—pussy flooding his dick, asshole clenching around the intrusion. 'Come for me,' he ordered, thumb now flicking her clit relentlessly. She shattered, orgasm ripping through her, walls milking his shaft in rhythmic pulses, juices squirting down his balls.

Bodily fluids spraying, tongues licking and slurping, bodies jerking against each other. “Do you see that, pet? They're so turned on because of you. They love seeing you get violated by your master.” Nile growls in my ear, palming both my breasts in his big, heated arms. “It's so infuriating how a street tramp like you turns me on so bad.” I have no time to be offended, before he tears the fishnet fabric apart, exposing my pussy to the air. His fingers resume their ministrations, fucking me deeper now, with dangerous intent.

Something that mirrored the way we’d devour each other. But curiosity arose. What was the hype about straight sex anyway? I told myself it was just to mock them and prove how little they appealed. So I clicked a random video in the hetero category. The woman was on her knees with her mouth open but my eyes locked on the man who stepped into frame. Glasses perched on a greek nose, buttoned shirt that hid his broad shoulders. Then he stripped to reveal carved abs, thighs like thick columns and his cock; thick and twisted ropes for veins. It began to harden into something obscene.

Rene’s Pov The pulsation between my legs was becoming stronger, directing Remy to the center of my desire. I watched as Remy sat back down, his chair pushed back far enough to where I could see him continuing to stroke himself, this time his hands clearly inside his boxers. “Look at those pretty, round nipples. Those fair areolas.. I wish I could take one in my mouth. Hmm... Why don’t you do that for me?” My brow rose. “You want me to...”

The ad flashed an image of a dimly lit room, surrounded by mirrors, with the tagline "Experience your deepest desires in the mirror room." Curiosity piqued, Bella clicked on the link and was led to a website that promised the ultimate sexual experience. It was a place where one could live out their fantasies of being ravished by a mysterious entity while watching themselves in countless reflections. Intrigued, she signed up for a session, eager to explore this new world of pleasure.

But the visual message of her pose was powerful and extremely erotic. She had made herself a sexual offering to their lustful desires, and every cock acknowledged the desire the men felt.

“I thought it was men who were supposed to be the visual sex.” “Maybe.” She shrugged, kicking her sandals off. “Maybe if all women had such yummy eye candy to look at, we’d be considered the visual sex, too.” “So, I am eye candy?” She licked her lips as if tasting something really sweet and nodded. His sex jolted at memories of what it felt like to be partaken of by the delectable little tongue. “I think you are a minx.” “You think?” “I know.” She gave him a saucy wink and stretched her body, putting her curves on sensual display.