Visual Sex Novels & Stories

Wendy continued to ask many questions of me, some of which I answered, some of which I didn't because I didn't want to talk about them in public. In the car, some of the questions were, "What should I know about men and sex?" "What's the difference between younger men and older men?" "Did I like oral sex and why?" "What's it like when a man cums in my mouth?" My answers were. "Men are very visual. They like to see themselves having sex, watch their cocks slide into our mouths and pussies or asses. I can be blindfolded and enjoy sex just as much. If a man were blindfolded, I doubt he would cum as quickly as when he can watch himself fucking. They rely on visual cues very much, which is why th

THEMES: Voyeuristic fantasy, Neighbors, proximity tension KINKS: Voyeurism & exhibitionism, Mutual self- pleasure, Eye- contact control, breathy praise, Hair- grip, tongue play, teasing, denial cadence. I have a favorite daydream I never say out loud. It’s stupid and simple, but it burns... deep down in my mind, haunting me daily as I think of what it would be like to watch a man, alone with his shoulders tense and his hand moving up and down over his cock.

My heart was racing, my body anticipating more depth as I rammed the thick shaft deeper and deeper inside myself. Every time I thrust the thick dildo deep inside me, my mind completely fractured. I didn't see the bathroom wall; instead, I visualized them. I visualized Adrian’s massive hands gripping my waist, pinning my hips to the floor. I visualized Julian whispering dirty words into my ear. I visualized Sebastian’s deadpan, serious face looking down at me as he coldly drove his own thick manhood deep into my soaking pussy. My clit was pulsating like an erratic drum now. I was flying toward the edge, my breath coming in ragged.

"I want you to watch me while I make you come." Forcing my heavy eyelids open, I look down. The sight is obscenely beautiful and devastatingly erotic. His dark head is buried between my thighs, his jaw working as he licks and sucks, his fingers glistening as they disappear into my body again and again. He meets my gaze, his eyes burning with an intensity, and that visual connection is my undoing.

I watch the supreme erotic scene before me as I take off my clothes pleasuring myself in the process. I keep gasping and gritting my teeth as the desire within me is so fucking bloody aching!! I watch a couple close by as a fellow hammers a lady with the doggy style against the wall massaging her breasts like they are the only solid substances in the world. The tears I see around her eyelids tell me she is about to combust with extreme pleasure.

His chuckle at my reaction worries me. “Not in that way. Nothing is in packaging, so they can turn things on, test the speed, strength and stuff on the backs of their hands, on their noses, arms and such. Not anywhere sexual. They can see how strong the straps are, the feel of the whips,” he explains quickly in an amused tone. Okay, that doesn’t sound so bad then. He walks me through the rooms. They are just like the shop and slightly like the rooms at Seductive Vibrations.

Cameron moaned, his touch flooding Aislen with the conflicting pain/pleasure, and the heavy, mind melting bliss he experienced in the utter surrender and trust of his body into Talen’s skilled hands. Aislen looked up at Rhett over her, and Heath, his head thrown back as he ground himself into Rhett. She had to draw this, she thought. Was there a point, however, when art crossed into pornography? And did that matter at all when she knew for sure that her regular readers would be drooling on their tablet devices. She’d draw her men, she decided, in all their f-kery, and show them after it was done, so they could get off on knowing that their images were getting hundreds of readers off.

Her partner reaches up with one hand, grabbing her tit and squeezing, his thumb teasing the point as she keeps up her breakneck pace. Again, that curious warmth begins to build deep within my core, and I glance at another woman laying over a chase, her ass up, her chest down, her legs spread so wide I can see past the man shoving himself inside her. He’s holding a camera and the image of his cock sliding into her very wet center is displayed on a screen where several people watch. Some of the watchers touch themselves, some are being serviced by others, some have people sitting in their laps both sexually and nonsexually, but everyone seems intent on what they’re seeing and doing.

SILAS (VEMOD): The rule is carved into me after centuries of trial and error: the black smoke only crosses when the body is cracked wide open, when pleasure is so sharp the soul forgets to hold the door. An orgasm that whites out the mind for half a heartbeat is the perfect keyhole. Sex is the fastest, cleanest way. And I am very, very hungry for a third puppet. I’m leaning against the wall outside the laundry room, shirtless, sweatpants riding low, pretending to wait for coffee.

Her free hand kneaded her breast, rolling the nipple as her pussy clenched around her fingers, chasing the edge. “That's my dirty little girl," Vincent rasped, his strokes speeding up, balls drawing tight. "Ride those fingers harder. Imagine me flipping you over, slamming into your ass while I finger-fuck this sloppy pussy." He angled his phone to show his hand blurring on his cock, the veins pulsing, head purple and slick. The image pushed her higher, visions of him claiming every hole flooding her mind. She flipped onto her stomach, ass up for the camera, fingers pistoning in and out, ass cheeks spreading to reveal her puckered hole.