All Chapters of Sweet Surrender: A Compilation Of Spicy Erotic Confessions : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

A Valentine's Slut. (Part 2)"Do you trust me?" he asks, pulling me to face him. I feel the heat of his breath brush my skin, and I clench my thighs, struggling to control the surge of pleasure building between my legs."I do," I say, smiling softly. He cups my face in his hands, kissing me fiercely, his tongue pushing into my mouth. I kiss him back, pressing my hips into his groin. He deepens the kiss for a moment before pulling away.He holds the kiss for a beat, then steps away from me. He stares at me with lust, and I feel my pussy moisten as I think about everything that could be done to my body tonight."Let's go," he says, reaching out to grab my hand, guiding me out of the room.We step outside, heading toward the car in the driveway. The cool air brushes against my bare skin, and I’m acutely aware that I’m not wearing any underwear. I glance around, half-expecting to see one of our neighbors peeking through their windows, but it’s dusk, and the streets are empty. A wave of

A Valentine's Slut (4)The dildo eases into my soaked pussy. It's slow and deliberate, teasing me with every inch. It’s thick, stretching me open, and my pussy lips part with a sharp inhale. I breathe in shallow, desperate little gasps as it slides in deeper with each thrust.“Fuck, she’s taking it so well,” a man murmurs nearby. His voice is thick with lust.“Mmm, look at her trembling,” a woman adds, amused.The dildo’s only halfway inside me when I feel something slick press against my ass. I tense instinctively, but the pressure doesn’t stop. Instead it it builds.Cool slippery lube coats me, and then…fuck! It’s inside. The smaller end of the double dildo pushes into my tight hole, while the larger one fills my pussy to the brim. My back arches as both ends sink deep, claiming every part of me.“Ready for more, Baby?” my husband whispers at my ear, and I whimper in response.“Yes... fuck, yes...”Someone holds the dildos still, letting the fullness stretch and pulse through me. M

First Night at a BDSM club (2)I smirk, as I size them up with my eyes. One of them is tall and lanky with dark curly hair. He is wearing cargo shorts and a tee shirt, and he looks quite young, if I had to take a quick guess, I will say he could be 20 or 21. Anyways, I'll refer to him as “kid” The other man is stocky and shorter, about my height in the heels. He is wearing only long pants, his bare torso and head completely bald. He has a tattoo on each arm, an eagle on one shoulder and a snake stretched out along the opposite forearm.Both of them are barefoot. When they reach me, I give them my best smile."Where's your friend?" I ask, looking over their shoulders."He'll be here in a moment," the tattooed man says.He continues to ogle me, a smirk slowly spreading across his mouth. The younger man just stands there and gapes. I know they both have the urge to grope me, but they manage to keep their hands to themselves for the moment. I glance down at the bulges in their pants and

First Night At A BDSM Club (4)He holds out his arm and I climb down off the table. The men lead me across the room to the St. Andrew's Cross. I hesitate a moment, then walk to it and turn, raising my arms and spreading my legs.The tattoo guy fastens my wrists above me, and the Kid cuffs my ankles near the floor. I'm secured to the most prominent apparatus in the room, my naked body stretched and forming an X, on display for everyone to see and use. I briefly close my eyes as another shiver rushes through me.When I open them, I gaze around the room. The man and woman are still chained to the sidewalls, neglected and no doubt frustrated. The bouncer has left his post at the entrance and focused his attention elsewhere. The two women in boots take turns teasing the man now tied to the bed.The couple in leather has moved to the padded bench, and I watch her lay back as he secures her dangling arms and legs. A lesbian couple stands at the entrance and eyes the scene before them.Sounds

First Night At A BDSM Club (6)“Fuck,” he breathes. “You feel like heaven.”I bite my lip, moaning as I sink fully onto him, completely impaled and utterly filled. We stay there, connected and still, our breathing syncing.Then his gaze flicks to my chest. His fingers move to the clamps still latched onto my nipples, purple and aching from prolonged pressure.“I’m going to take these off,” he says, voice gentler now, almost soft. “Are you ready?”I nod, bracing myself.The moment he removes them, white-hot pain rushes through me like lightning as the blood floods back in. I cry out, clutching his shoulders as my pussy clenches violently around him.“Shit,” he groans, bucking slightly. “You just keep squeezing me like that and I’m gonna lose it.”He strokes the collar around my throat, a thumb brushing over the tag like a brand. Then he cups my face and pulls me down into a kiss. It’s slow at first, gentle but it deepens fast. Our tongues tangle, our teeth clash, and I whimper into his