Crescent City Secrets - Chapters 1&2 - Sex Stories

Crescent City Secrets - Chapters 1&2

This is a reposting of my erotic fiction novel,Crescent City Secrets. I have written 3 non-fiction books about my own personal sexual adventures, but I feel like New Orleans is a city full of sex and sensuality and I wanted to tell some stories that didn't have to do with me. I'll be posting the entire book here to Xhamster. I hope you like it. If you want to read more of my work, look for details on my profile. XO - KateCrescent City Secrets by Kate RousseauChapter 1 Haden Thorne had done bad things. Worse, she realized was that she hadn't just done bad things, she had actually become bad on the inside. Things that she once would have considered nightmares had become her waking dreams. Everything she'd thought about right and wrong, good and evil, black and white, had become turned around, mixed up and rearranged. Words like 'slut', 'tramp', and 'whore' snaked their way through her mind, sometimes seeming like a curse and other times seeming like a shining truth that sent waves of pleasure down her spine. How long would her life continue like this? How many more men? How much pleasure would she give and receive? How long would it be before the world she had so carefully crafted came crashing down around her? Would her entire life be destroyed? What would happen to her? These were the thoughts passing through Haden's mind when she felt the cock explode in her mouth. Semen flowed across her tongue and she gulped it down as fast as she could. The moment his shaft slid from ...

... her mouth, she stood, adjusting her dress and checking it to make sure she hadn't gotten any of his ejaculate on her outfit. Then she looked into the mirror, wiped a tiny smudge of her father-in-law's cum from her chin, reapplied her lipstick and stepped out to rejoin the rest of her f****y for Christmas dinner. When she sat down at the dinner table, her husband next to her, the rest of her f****y all around her, she wasn't thinking about them. She wasn't thinking about the man whose cock she'd just sucked. She was thinking about the hurricane. It wasn't a literal hurricane, but a swirl of emotions and thoughts that lived inside her permanently now. They swirled around in her gut, her heart, her brain, bringing images of bodies grinding, the tastes of sweat and semen, the sounds of ecstasy, the smell of fornication. Once upon a time, it had just been a tropical storm, dangerous and unpredictable. But it had slowly formed into a tight spiral with a perfect eye at the center. In that center, stood Lucas. It always came back to Lucas. She picked at her plate, wondering where he was, what he was doing, who he was with. As much as she loved having her f****y there for dinner, the feeling was overshadowed by her guilt. Because in her heart of hearts she knew that if he texted her and told her to come to him, she would leave the dinner table before anyone could even ask where she was going. Her husband was going on about a vineyard he wanted to visit in some place called Lompoc. Her ...