Yelena Belova Sexuality Novels & Stories

The massage parlours, quite simply, were the parlours of beautiful women, who in addition to giving massages, had sex, the houses of Russian, Asian and German beauties. Yaroslava was the most desired beautiful and sensual cat in massage parlours and fruit and aphrodisiac tourism centers, she was so desired that from the first person to see her, from the moment she was seen, as long as anyone saw her, she was the beautiful succubus.

Stripping completely naked in front of her, I held her eyes in mine not saying anything for a brief moment, allowing the cold accommodate our bodies before the burning passion of rough sex would begin. Of course, I wasn’t actually planning on making love to her, women like her aren’t made to make love too, but are meant to be fuck, rough and hard, that was the kind of woman Elena was, and I wasn’t going to change her, apart from the part were she was now completely addicted to sex and can’t stop herself from fucking every possible available gender just to keep her pussy in check. Tailing my eyes back to her body which was as alluring as ever, I commanded, eying the flimsy material, “Take tha

." I touched his face. "Like another cage door opening. Does it bother you?" "Bother me?" He laughed darkly. "Princess, it turns me on beyond measure. Watching you discover your sexuality, watching you embrace every part of yourself—that's fucking beautiful." He kissed me deeply. "Elena's joining us again tonight. And this time, I want to watch you truly be with her. Not just her touching you while I fuck you. I want to see you explore this new part of yourself." Heat flooded through me. "What do you mean?" "You'll see." His smile was wicked. "But first, I need to know—do you want this? Really want it? Not just because it pleases me, but because you're genuinely curious about being with a wo

The gold chain dipped low across her hips, framing the view like a gift. Elena walked a slow circle around her, trailing one finger down Valeria’s spine, over the curve of her ass, between her legs to flick her clit once. Valeria jolted, a desperate sound escaping. “Beg,” Elena whispered against her ear. “Please,” Valeria said immediately, voice breaking. “Touch me. Fuck me. Anything.” Elena smiled, slow and cruel. She fetched ice from the bucket on the bar, a feather from the decorative arrangement on the table, and the slim black vibrator she had bought specifically for this weekend.

For the past Five years, i had only slept with one man. The idea of stripping down for another terrified me. I was far from a virgin when I met Nathan, but I had never thought about anyone else since then. Who would want me, anyway? I wasn’t the Greek goddess that Nathan fell in love with…young, fine, and tight. I was having gray hairs now, my tits were a little saggy and well my stomach that needed shapewear to look decent in anything. Not to mention, my pussy didn’t get wet without the help of lube most of the time. I’d be a hassle to anyone looking to be pleased sexually.

“Ryan told me about you last night. In bed.” Elena didn’t react. She learned early: reaction was oxygen for people like Sophia. “He said you cried after sex,” Sophia continued. Smile widening. “Every time. Like a baby. Said it was exhausting. Said he had to pretend he didn’t notice.” That was a lie. Elena never cried. But Sophia wouldn’t know that. And Elena wouldn’t correct her. Explaining was begging. Sophia reached out. Flicked Elena’s wet hair. “You look terrible. Did you sleep on the street? Oh wait, you probably did.”

"Please." "The idea that I was powerless. Vulnerable. Exploited. It's. It's infantilizing. I'm a physicist. A researcher. A capable adult. Yes, I was sexually inexperienced. But that doesn't make me incapable of consent. Incapable of choice. I chose Delilah. Actively. Repeatedly. With full awareness." "Even when she wrote a book about you?" Harder question. We'd debated how to answer. "I didn't know about the book," Elliot said. "When I found out. I was hurt. Angry. I left."

Vanessa turned red, while Charlotte bit her lip with a grin. “We will abide by your rule and give you as much privacy as possible. Won't we, Van?” “Yeah,” Vanessa said. “Then, that's all,” Elio said. “Have a good night.” **** **** **** Vanessa walked into her class anxiously, eager to start the day. She had rushed out of the house without having breakfast in an effort to avoid Elio. During the meeting yesterday, when he spoke about their sexual life, she assumed that he was talking about her toy.

“Not the team’s. Not a rumor. Mine. If we have to be invisible in that trailer then you will be unmistakable in this room.” The sex turned punitive and intimate at once: deep, grinding, no toy, no ice, just the raw fact of his body using hers while the close call replayed behind her eyes. He degraded her in short, precise lines—his public risk, his private mess, the woman who let a colleague see the truth on her face—and then kissed her like the words were also a claim. Elena took it because the fear had nowhere else to go. She took it because the craving, named and scheduled and now threatened, had flared into something feral.