Written Sex Story Novels & Stories

Lena didn’t even think twice. She walked outside with a fake order slip. “Excuse me… I think you left your phone inside?” He looked confused but followed her back in. She led him straight to the employee bathroom. The moment the door locked, she bent over the sink, flipped her skirt up, and spread her ass cheeks. “Fuck me,” she begged. “Please. I need it so bad.” The construction worker didn’t ask questions. He pulled out a thick, heavy cock and slammed into her dripping cunt in one brutal thrust. Lena moaned loud enough for anyone in the café to potentially hear.

“Says the Alpha who gave his Luna oral sex in dream land.” “That would actually a very interesting story plot.” “Exactly why we should be doing more adventurous things while fucking…to spice up our lives and make good story plots.” “Hmm.” “Yeah, you mentioned one time that Everlery likes writing…she can write erotica stories with what we do and who knows? We might be the inspiration to a bestseller book.”

He just drove himself home, the impact of his body hitting hers sounding like a clap of thunder in the small cabin. Maya shrieked as he filled her, the stretch and the heat of him finally completing the sacrifice. He started a brutal, rhythmic pace, his balls slapping against her with a wet, visceral sound. Every thrust was a claim, a physical branding that told the world she belonged to the mountain. "Take it all," he panted, his hands moving to her hair, pulling her head back. "Take Daddy’s seed. You’re going to be so full of me you won’t be able to walk for a week."

Didn't stop until he was satisfied. He stood, belt already unbuckled, cock freed and hard, thick, already leaking. “Lie back.” I obeyed instantly, heat flushing across my whole body. He didn’t tease. Didn’t waste a second. With one hard thrust, he filled me. I cried out, arching as he stretched me open. Adrian grabbed my hips and drove into me again and again, the wet slap of skin echoing in the still office. My legs wrapped around him, holding him close, anchoring him inside me. And the thought of someone finding my unapproachable boss only added a thrill to my insides.

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.

Trigger warning: Stage Rape content. Please, if you're too sensitive to noncon-con, or it's not your fetish, I'd suggest you jump to the next story. This is brutally unapologetic. Much love from my end 💖 Theme: Rape fetish, magic, freeze and fuck, bestie fantasy, multiple orgasm, masturbation... AMAYA.

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.

“Well, aside from people in a romantic relationship usually do sweet things with each other, you are an erotic romance writer too.” I wrinkled my brows, “And?” “And that means you have experience. You can’t write something you haven’t experienced yet, right?” “Of course, I can. I write stories based from what I have read, I observed from people, and what I have watched. Writing a sex scene doesn’t mean I already had sex with someone, Natalie. Wait, do you really think I will agree to have sex with someone I am not married with?” Natalie shook her head, “O-Of course not, I-I don’t think of you like that, Sunny.”

I rolled over and grabbed my journal from the floor. I told myself I was going to write about what happened today. About how Lane saw through me. About how it made me feel exposed, vulnerable, disgusting. But that’s not what came out. Instead, I wrote a story. A scene. A fantasy. I didn’t even realize what I was doing until I was already halfway through describing how he stood up from his chair in his office , walked right straight to me, and pinned me to the wall. His mouth found mine like he couldn’t hold back anymore. His hands undressed me with a quiet kind of urgency, as he plunges his dick into my pussy.

“You feel… so goddamn tight. So hot and wet around me.” He stayed buried deep for a moment, letting me adjust, grinding in slow circles so I could feel him pressing against every sensitive spot inside. "God," he said, voice completely wrecked. "You feel — Lena, you feel—" He stopped. Pressed his lips to my forehead and tried again. "I've been trying to write this feeling for twelve years and I had it wrong." “Then show me,Julian.” I said against his jaw. Then he started moving in a long, powerful strokes that dragged against my walls with devastating precision. The wet sound of him sliding in and out of my cream-slick pussy filled the kitchen, mixing with our moans.