Bdsm Erotica Novels & Stories

He steps back and turns on the dim lights, the room illuminating in a reddish-yellow glow, showing the red decor. Gosh!! She feels wet around her clitoris. He wrapped his hands around her waist while hugging her from behind and staring at her expression—her pinkish lips are shivering. "How was the room?" He whispered, brushing his lips against her ear lobe. "This is called BDSM stuff." She gulped in response. "You must have seen this kind of stuff in the Fifty Shades of Gray movie!" He tried to make her understand the example of a movie. "I’m not a lover of BDSM, but you know every person has some desires, so I have."

I pounded into her, hard and fast, each thrust driving out every last bit of restraint I had left. She was too warm. Too tight. Too perfect. Sin never felt this good. "You think this will cleanse you?" I hissed, teeth grazing her ear. "Letting me ruin you like this?" She nodded—shaking, helpless, a mess beneath my touch. But I knew better. She wasn't here for redemption. She was here to drag me down with her. And I was letting her. Gladly. She clenched around me, her body spasming as she came with a muffled whimper against my hand. That was all it took.

I was forced to swallow every drop, not that I would ever refuse to do that. When he pulled out of my mouth, he was still hard, and he looked at me like I was a prize he couldn’t wait to claim. “My brother is as much of a sadist in bed as I am. But he enjoys a different kind of sex than I do. Do you trust me enough to try something new?” He asked. I was immediately curious. How many kinds of sex were there? I thought there was only BDSM and regular sex. “I don’t follow.” “There are four letters in BDSM. Bondage, Dominance or Discipline, Sadism, and Masochism. We haven’t explored these four letters fully. I have bound you before, but that’s far from bondage.”

Oneida stood and gave the standard A****n respectful nod. "Oneida was all screwed up inside about last night in the Park, so I was explaining some of the basic tenants of BDSM to her," Odette blithely blathered. "BDSM? What do you know about BDSM? I barely know about it and I've been having non-stop sex for years," I exclaimed. "Cáel of Ishara, did you do those things to Rhada in an effort to fulfill her dreams?" Oneida desperately pleaded. Worse, it was spoken in English.

From my body, our contact, and that sexual comfort we achieved through dirty and even brute BDSM games. But she knew very well that BDSM could not be used as a way to escape whatever the situation. Being hurt or with some unwanted thought was also the kind of thing that could not be relieved with this type of sex. She knew, even so, she had spent a whole week teasing me and asking for that.

She was grinding herself against me, making my cock rise against the confines of my jeans. I pulled her shirt off, unclasped her bra, and feasted on her nipples as she moaned into the heated kiss. Emberly* Derrick and I made love on the living room floor before bathing together to cleanse our bodies so we wouldn't have to get up early in the morning. I plucked my laptop off our desk and searched for local BDSM forums while Derrick shaved and prepared for bed. Surely we could find some people out there who could help us along our journey.

However in that moment, as Benjamin kissed me to stupor while holding my hands in place, I couldn't help but think about how sex could be even more thrilling with him binding me with ropes or leather or whatever BDSM stuff. “Oh, daddy,” I whimpered into the kiss, when he started rotating the fleshy beam of my clitoris in a slow yet passionate circles, the ministration bringing me closer and closer to the edge. Pulling away from the kiss, he fixed his alluring eyes on me and gruffed, “You like that, baby girl?” “Y-Yes,” I whispered, my eyes rolling upward as a tidal wave of pleasure hit me. It was crazy how his finger wasn't even inside me yet I was beside myself with this much erotic delecta

She was twenty-four at the time, fresh out of her master’s program, wearing a simple navy dress that looked elegant on her and completely out of place among the glittering crowd. She had this quiet, earnest way of speaking about coral reefs and sea turtles that made the rest of the room feel loud and fake. I was thirty-four, already running my own architecture firm, and known in certain private circles as someone who liked control in the boardroom and everywhere else. I had been a fan of BDSM for over a decade. Safe, sane, consensual scenes with experienced partners who knew exactly what they were signing up for. Whips, cuffs, ropes, rules, praise and punishment, it was part of who I was. Bu

God… my father’s brother was making me come. My back bowed as my entire body shuddered with an orgasm that had me seeing God, when I knew it was the devil I would be greeting after this. I could feel how wet I was, juices squirting out of me and making a humiliating mess on my inner thighs and sliding down my legs. When the climax ended, I sagged against the granite, unable to catch my breath and gather my self-control. “Look at me,” Damien demanded. I forced myself to look over my shoulder and watched Damien lift his pussy-slickened fingers up, showing me how wet I made them. He sucked them clean, dragging his tongue over the length of those digits, his gaze focused on mine the entire time.

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.