Written Sex Stories Novels & Stories

He grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. “Let me go.” “Wellsy, for fuck’s sake, can you just be a little bit patient?” I stopped. “There's nothing you can say to make me feel better about this.” “Fine. See it as a threesome, that's something everyone has undeniably wanted to try out.” “Not as a normal thing, Adrian. You're telling me that every time you like a girl, you…” “No!” He cut me off like he knew what I was about to say. “It's just the sex.”

She swallowed every drop. Another afternoon, they fucked in the guest bathroom. Jasper bent her over the sink. He watched in the mirror as he thrust into her from behind. Her breasts swayed with each stroke. She bit her lip to stay quiet. They both came hard and fast. The risk stayed constant. His dad was often nearby. The thrill made Jasper harder than ever. Vivienne grew bolder too. She sent him secret texts with photos of her body. Jasper stroked himself in his room looking at them.

Only the words “Valid for one weekend. Use once. Burn after.” She stared at the picture every night while her vibrator buzzed between her legs and her husband slept in the next room. The fantasies grew darker each time. Five strangers. A penthouse suite. No names. No limits except the safe word she knew she would never use. Just a weekend of being used so thoroughly she would feel them for weeks. Friday arrived cold and wet. She told her husband she was having a girls’ night in the city. He kissed her cheek and told her to have fun. She almost came right there in the doorway from the guilt and the thrill.

He hoisted one of her legs over his shoulder, angling deep as he fucked her standing, her back pressed against the pole for leverage. Thea wrapped her arms around his neck, moaning into his mouth as they kissed sloppily, her pussy clenching around his relentless drives. “Don’t stop, I’m so close…” she pleaded, grinding down to meet him. Around them, the others stroked themselves, waiting their turns, hands still roaming her sweat-slicked skin, squeezing her thighs, tracing her curves. He exploded soon after, but the next man bent her over a seat, spreading her cheeks wide before plunging in from behind again, his pace brutal and unyielding.

A frown settles on my brows, “Yeah? A short story?” “A script.” My mouth drops open, he was writing erotic scripts with my words in it? “A movie?!” “No.. Like LonelyFans, the dark web and stuff, I write stuff for people to act out and get paid for it.” My eyes widen with information overload, “You write porn scripts?”

Well there was only two weeks left for Sam to enjoy her and he was doing that as much as he could. Not that he didn't actually enjoy the class itself as he had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what he was writing was dirty naughty stories, or as most web sites called it; erotic stories. Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews.

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

THEME: Anonymous sex, masked strangers, humiliation kink, domination, multiple men. KINKS: Anonymous breeding, voyeurism, public degradation, restraint, deep-throating, come marking, rough use, objectification, praise/degradation mix I sign the contract without even reading a line of it. ... That's because I don’t need to, I already know what's inside it, and I want it. I want it so bad that I'm not even thinking twice about it.

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.