Novel & Cerita Written Sex Stories

“You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you? About your married professor using your tight little cunt in his office.” “Yes, Sir,” I whispered, ashamed of how true it was. He pushed two fingers inside me without warning. I gasped, rising onto my toes. He was thicker than I remembered, stretching me as he slowly pumped them in and out. “You’re going to rewrite the second plagiarized section tonight,” he said calmly, as if he wasn’t finger-fucking me over his desk. “But first, you’re going to earn it.” He withdrew his fingers and brought them to my lips. I sucked them clean without being told, tasting myself on his skin. The act felt even dirtier this time.

His cock hit my prostate with every deep thrust. “Gonna fill you up again,” he growled. “Gonna pump so much cum into this hole that it will still be leaking when you write your fucking story.” The words sent me over. I came hard, shooting thick ropes between us while my hole clenched tight around his cock. Jax roared and buried himself to the balls. His cock swelled and pulsed as he unloaded — thick, hot loads flooding me over and over. He kept thrusting through it, grinding every drop deep.

was some kind of campus Casanova, a mysterious god of sex who’d seen it all, done it twice, and written the manual. The truth was, I was a fraud. A beautiful, well-structured, grammatically perfect fraud. I was a virgin whose only sexual experience was the chafing on his own dick and the bitter taste of his own cum. Lately, the stories were getting harder to write. The well was running dry, and my own hand was getting tired. I was recycling my own pathetic fantasies, and they were getting stale. The latest comments on the magazine’s online forum were a public execution. ‘The author is obviously a virgin. Total turn-off.’ That one line had burned itself onto the inside of my eyelids. They kne

but like I said, it’s a craze. Yet there I was, looking absolutely nothing like a lady. Why don’t we have mirrors in bathroom stalls, that way I wouldn’t have to guess how disheveled I look. Even the thought of it seemed to fuel my sex craze. My pace picked up, so much that I could feel my legs shaking from the effect. “Yessssss…yessss ... .please” I panted out loud, as I felt myself getting closer. And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl.

I came violently within seconds, squirting all over both cocks as my body convulsed. They kept going, switching between my holes, using every part of me. I lost count of how many times I came, screaming their names like a broken slut. Finally, they both buried themselves deep at the same time. “Take our cum,” Jax growled. Both men exploded inside me, flooding my pussy and mouth with thick, hot loads. Cum overflowed from my stretched pussy, running down my thighs onto the glass table. I was a trembling, cum-covered mess when Jax picked up his phone and showed me the screen. A new “workout plan” was displayed, daily sessions, multiple times per day, with very explicit notes.

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With each touch, each whispered word, our connection deepened, transcending the boundaries of the physical. In that room, at that moment, nothing else mattered. It was as if the world had faded away, leaving only the two of us in a realm of uninhibited passion. The exploration of our bodies became a language of its own—a symphony of pleasure, trust, and vulnerability. A/N My writing tips to those that wants to become experienced writers on this platform: 1. **Read Widely:** Exposure to different styles and genres enhances your writing skills. 2. **Write Regularly:** Practice is key; establish a writing routine.

Sasha lowered her pussy onto Abegail’s waiting mouth. Abegail’s world narrowed to sensations. The weight of Sasha on her face, the taste of her on her tongue. The relentless, pounding drive of Kael’s cock splitting her open, hitting a spot deep inside that made her see stars. The slap of Leo’s balls against her chin. She was a vessel for their pleasure, and in turn, her own pleasure spiraled higher, coiling tighter than before.

The story was so vivid, so real, that she could feel the heat radiating from the page, smell the stale beer and cheap perfume of the club. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the narrative wash over her. She was there, sitting in the booth, watching him. She felt the tension building, the air thick with unspoken words. She wanted to reach out, to touch him, to feel the same electric connection. The writer’s voice was hypnotic, a siren’s call that drew her in deeper. She was no longer just reading; she was experiencing. She was living the story. Her body began to react on its own accord. A dull throb started between her legs, a familiar ache that she had been ignoring for too long. She

He jumped at her touch, and she pulled at his pants. Suddenly, in a swift gesture, he took off her tshirt and sweater. She shook herself out her bra, and he leaned down to lick the puckering pink nipple. She was flooded with warmth and could feel herself getting wet. She’d been saving herself for a special occasion and a special man, but her body screamed instead, now, now, now. His lips were circling her nipples, while his leg spread her thighs wide so that she could ride against him. She rubbed herself against his leg, grinding against him, using the desk as leverage to find a place she wanted to reach, if only, if only….She wanted to touch him. She reached out to feel his cock and they bo