Bdsm Erotic Story Novels & Stories

He confessed how long he’d wanted her like this — how he’d jerked off thinking about her on her knees for months. By the time they finally collapsed, she was trembling. Exhausted. Full of his cum. She curled into his chest, face against his neck, and whispered, “I don’t want this week to end, Master.” He held her tighter. Kissed her hair. Heart aching with how much he didn’t want it to end either. She fell asleep like that — naked, marked, his cum still leaking slowly between her thighs. Happier and more satisfied than she’d been in years.

, I whispered as I tucked my lip between my teeth, gathering my thoughts. "What—", he asked. "BDSM, I want you to dominate me", I said quietly.

When she saw that he wasn't present even after another hour had passed, she stood again and then sighted the door that leads to the BDSM room he took her to the last time. She walked towards it carefully and opened the door, on opening it, she saw the same materials she had seen then there the last time only that there were large pictures of how the process looked like. She saw pictures of a man flogging a woman in the ass, she saw pictures of a woman sitting on a man's face, the man seemed to be eating her out. She saw pictures of a woman tied to a pole and being fingered. She saw all sorts of erotic pictures that she couldn't help but feel a tingling sensation in her pussy.

My hips ground against his hands shamelessly as if my body was begging for a release. He bit into my ear, making my whole body quiver. “You come when I say you come, not before.” Tears gathered at my lashes as he pushed me higher, fingers pumping into me until my climax was just on the edge. I was seconds away when he pulled out of my completely, leaving me gasping, knees threatening to give out. The bastard smirked down at me. I whimpered, humiliated but needy. Then I heard it, the sounds of heels clicking on the pavement. A woman’s voice filled the air, laughter carrying in the air. Adrian’s eyes glinted with something wicked. His hand slid back between my thighs, fingers thrusting into me

David doubled his efforts, sucking her clit into his mouth, flicking it relentlessly with his tongue while one hand snaked between their bodies, his thumb pressing firmly against her asshole as he ate her. That was it. Her orgasm hit like a thunderclap. Her body went rigid, a raw, guttural scream tearing from her throat as she convulsed against his mouth. Her pussy fluttered and pulsed, a flood of wet heat coating his chin and lips. The vibrations of her scream traveled down her throat, massaging his cock, and it was too much.

BDSM PLAY PART 2 Lou screamed in pleasure, her pussy stretching around his thick cock. He didn't give her time to adjust. He started pounding her immediately, hard and deep. Each thrust slapped against her sore ass, making her yelp. The harness creaked as she pulled at the ropes.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

“One drink. And you stay close to me. No wandering off.” Relief flooded through me as well as something much more dangerous than that. “Thank you.” I’d told my best friend I was exploring for the night. I was supposed to give her the details after I was back, but how could I tell her I met her father at a BDSM club and told him to show me around?

I was twenty the first time I truly stepped into the world of BDSM. It started, as many things do, with curiosity and hunger. I was two years out of a lifeless marriage and insatiably horny. At first, I thought it was just about being used. Tied up. Told what to do. But the more I read, the more I watched, the more I ached, I realized it wasn’t about the sex alone. It was about control, power, and trust.

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.