All Chapters of Naughty Tales: A Dark Collection Of Steamy Stories : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Simone His mouth clamps down on my clit, fingers thrusting deep and perfect, hitting that spot that makes my whole body seize. I fall apart loud and feral, thighs clamping around his head like I’m trying to trap him there. It hits hard, raw, brutal. Before I can even catch a breath, he grabs my legs and folds me in half, pushing my knees up until they’re nearly brushing my ears. The angle is brutal, filthy, perfect. He holds me like that, open, shaking, completely at his mercy, then lines up his cock and sinks in slow. Thick. Heavy. Stretching me all over again. My cunt’s still twitching from the orgasm, sensitive and slick, and I feel every fucking inch as he pushes deeper. My back arches off the bed. A cry claws its way out of my throat. I’m full, so full, and he hasn’t even started moving yet. "Shit, she does feel good," he growls. "Like she was made for this, just to be split open on my cock." He starts thrusting into me like he’s digging for something buried deep inside, s

Simone The Gentleman grabs me under the arms and lifts me like I weigh nothing, moving me into place. The Beast lies back, already grinning, already waiting. He grabs my hips and pulls me down onto him, guiding me right where he wants me.His cock slides in with zero resistance, soaked, hot, needy, and I swear I feel every inch. That piercing? It drags along my insides like a curse and a blessing all at once, lighting up every nerve it touches. I moan, helpless and already on fire.The Gentleman moves in behind me, hands firm on my hips, his cock pressing against my ass, hot and thick. He doesn’t rush. He just pushes in slow, inch by inch, stretching me all over again until I’m gasping into the Beast’s chest, my nails digging into his skin.My whole body tightens, stuffed and shaking, and I swear I can feel every pulse of him as he sinks in deep, claiming his spot like it was made for him. I scream, stuffed beyond belief. Full. Overwhelmed. Held open. From the side, the Jester whi

SimoneThe suite hits like a wet dream, modern, sleek, all warm shadows and soft carpet under aching feet. Light glows low and golden, kissing everything in this lazy, amber haze that makes skin look even more fuckable. It smells expensive. Clean linens and citrus. The door clicks shut behind us. Shoes come off. Masks adjust. Bodies stretch. That heavy heat from the club doesn’t leave, it just deepens. It thickens in the air as the Jester beelines for the jacuzzi like a fucking cartoon fox, already whistling. “Now this is what I am talking about,” he grins, “You really know how to host.” He flips on the water and starts filling the tub. Steam rolls up. The Gentleman steps in behind me, all heat and calm control, slipping my jacket off like it’s part of some ritual.Then his fingers ghost over the tie of my robe, not yanking, not rushing, just tugging it loose like he’s savoring the moment. His hands skim every bruise, every welt, slow and deliberate, like he’s reading a story only

Simone He keeps going, fucking me with that same relentless drive, eyes burning into mine, chasing his own finish like he’s been holding it off just to wreck me completely. When he cums, it’s raw and deep, hips locked tight, cock pulsing so hard I feel it all the way up my spine. He groans through his teeth, grip bruising, and still doesn’t slow, not until I’m shaking under him, fucked-out and twitching. And when he finally pulls out, he leans back on his heels, chest rising and falling, just staring at me, at the wreckage he left behind. My legs spread, lips swollen and slick, cum dripping down my thighs, breath still ragged. He doesn’t say a word. Just watches, eyes dark with satisfaction like this was the exact ending he needed. And fuck, it makes me want him all over again. My body’s still twitching, raw with need, even though I’m stretched to my limit. I want more. Another round. More hands. More mouths. More of their cocks and that filthy, perfect control. But I’m wrecked, c

SadieAnd watching him? It helps. Doesn’t fix the ache, but it hushes that restless little gremlin under my skin whispering tie me, wreck me, make me beg. Makes me feel like maybe I’m not a total freak for wanting this. Like this itch might actually mean something. Like maybe it’s not something to be ashamed of.Because real talk? Most people hear the word rope and immediately think porn—or worse, something criminal. I’ve never met someone who didn’t flinch. Who didn’t give me that look—you know the one.Like I just handed them a front row seat to my private freak show and asked if they wanted popcorn. Even my more open-minded friends hit me with that awkward smile and a, "Well, if that’s your thing, cool." Like I just told them I eat chalk for fun.So how do you even say it?Hi, can you tie me up and make me forget where I end and you begin?Yeah… not exactly something you lead with on a dating app. And I wasn’t about to do it with some rando, either—rope’s personal. Rope takes trus