Bdsm Fiction Novels & Stories

What do you think about when you fantasize about a woman dominating you? "Okay, well... first I have to tell you I don't have much interest in a lot of the stuff I see in BDSM p**n, with these angry looking women all dressed up in black leather. The role play turns me off, it's too theatrical; the way I always think about it is I want it to be something... real."

The better I looked, the nastier the positions I wanted to try, and the more cocks I craved. Onlyfans brought in thousands of messages every week. Most were thirsty. But the cruel ones, the ones calling me a brainless cumrag, a fake-titted whore who only got views because I shook my ass on camera — those made my pussy drip. I fucking loved BDSM. Being degraded, broken, and used was my biggest turn-on.

The memory of the cold silver handcuffs and the sharp, burning bite of the leather crop flashed vividly through my mind, but instead of fear, it sparked a fierce, unyielding hunger deep in my stomach. "I am ready," I said, ensuring my voice was completely steady, projecting an absolute certainty I prayed he would recognize. "I have never been more sure of anything in my life." Damian let out a slow, measured breath, his fingers untangling as he lowered his hands to rest flat on the dark wood of the desk. "You told me in my bedroom that you wanted to experience the BDSM lifestyle. You told me you wanted to be my submissive. Tell me, Beverly, have you actually done enough research, or are you

Gemma is a slut for sex. "Thank you, sister! Especially when you're getting to BDSM. The sweetness of his length is just too enjoyable. He can reach and pound you everywhere! And when that hot meat thrust into your ass…" Taffy trailed off, purring along with Gemma. They both entered their world. I wiggled my nose when their arousal hit it. These women. "You two," Brie laughed, "kill it before you start wishing your mates were here. Taffy, it won't end too well for you."

She moaned loudly when he bit on the sensitive spot on her neck while his hands were molding her boobs through her top, giving her a pleasurable sensation that was clouding her mind, making her forget her mission. "Tell me, one of your fantasies?" He asked huskily, breathing heavily near her ear, making her feel goosebumps with his actions. "I want to be fucked hard while blindfolded and hands tied!" She answered boldly, making him chuckle lightly, not believing that she really admitted her fantasy to him. "I see that you are into BDSM!" He chuckled again, shaking his head in disbelief. "Not really, I am not into spanking, punishment, or submitting to every demand of the dominant. I am just

She knew she couldn’t care less and she would still feel the same way about him. Tonight after another great evening with her sweet, entertaining Frenchman, she’d gone to sleep happily. Her dreams were anything but sweet though… She was in a dungeon, a BDSM dungeon… her body stood upright, strapped to a cross, spread eagled. Her flesh shivered in the cold air. Anticipation caused beads of sweat to roll down her now flushed skin. While nude, she had velvet-covered straps over her labia pushing at her clit. Her breasts were strapped but so they were lifted up with her nipples out in the air as she’d been secured, facing the crossbars.

ROSE’S POV I sat cross-legged on the big bed in our bedroom back in the werewolf territory, the laptop balanced on my thighs. The house was quiet except for the soft rustle of Damien moving around in the walk-in closet. My fingers hovered over the keyboard for a long minute before I finally typed the letters. BDSM. Enter. The screen filled with results, and my face went up in flames instantly.

He asked with amusement dancing in his eyes. "Its BMDS. Bending Moment Diagram Solution. Oh my ..Aryan.. Your mind is full of........ Um.. Garbage. All you have in your mind is always sex and only sex." He chuckled and sat on the couch pulling me on his lap. "BDSM is not always about sex its about pleasure also. " He nibbled my earlobe. "I won't be surprised if you tell me you have done PhD on that. " He laughed his heart out. He looks more dashing when he laughs.

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.

All the other men I have shared the bed with are dwarfed by my partner. He is as insatiable as I am, we love variety in bed and often engage in BDSM. It is so overwhelming to control the Beta of Blue Blood, it is a kick to which I am addicted. To have him helplessly pinned to the bed while I lavish myself on him and prolong his moment of orgasm. But also overwhelming is the pain I inflict on him, only to rewarm him later with unbridled lovemaking. "Crazy with happiness? Do you know how, or do I have to show you?" I challenge him sulkily. His eyes narrow to slits at the challenge. I can feel his heart pounding in anticipation. My mate loves games, he is good at them himself.