Bdsm One Shots Novels & Stories

My legs started shaking. “David… I’m close,” I whimpered. “Come for me,” he said against my ear. “Let me feel it.” I came hard, biting his shoulder to muffle my cry. My pussy clenched around his fingers as waves of pleasure hit me. When I finally stopped trembling, he pulled his fingers out and looked at me with dark, hungry eyes. “That was just the beginning,” he said. My heart raced as I realized we’d already crossed the line. And I wanted so much more.

They don’t know yet. They’ve done worse, and this… isn’t close to it. Anyways, even with anger boiling inside me, I was curious to see what was in the damn box. So I pulled the wrapping away to see the contents. And you guessed right… the fucking loser of a man sent a BDSM package to me. What an asshole. I kept unboxing. Inside the box, it contained: A remote-controlled bullet vibrator. A suction-base silicone dildo. A silk blindfold—on it written: touch yourself while you’re blind so Nora doesn’t kill you in your dream.

I didn’t move away. On screen the first BDSM scene hit hard—leather, restraint, a woman gasping as she was bent over. My pussy clenched so sharply I had to press my thighs together. Asher’s hand slid onto my knee under the blanket Kayla had tossed our way. His fingers traced slow circles higher.

She looks at me, waiting. "Well, we came to the conclusion: I love Steve, but not like a partner; I love him like he is my Dom, so the other option is I am his submissive along with Sean's. It is possible to have two Doms, but even that feels weird, but if I don't try, I won't know, right?" She rolled her eyes at my response. "You can't just have one. How, guy? Can you? you have to go and take two, well, three if you add Vladimir." She laughed, then her face got all serious.

“Slow, sexy, confident. We’ll do it one by one while the others watch and give kind feedback. Then we move to light oral touching — hands and mouth only, no full penetration yet. Consent checks at every step.” My stomach did a flip. Undressing in front of everyone on camera. Amy went first. She stood in the middle of the soft mat, lights glowing on her skin. She started by swaying her hips gently to the soft music playing. Her fingers worked the buttons of her top one by one, revealing her full breasts slowly. Her nipples were dark and hard. She smiled at the camera, cupped her tits, and gave them a little squeeze. “Feels good to let them out,” she said, voice low and teasing. “Look how hard

Her blush deepened, spreading to her neck, but she didn't stammer; it was just a quiet admission of her inexperience. He explained without a hint of teasing, his voice steady and respectful. "Not always. BDSM can be non-sexual and focused on power exchange and sensation. But if it progresses there, it's negotiated. For example, orgasm control might be part of a scene, where I guide when or if you climax, building trust and intensity. It's about surrender, not force." He watched her reaction, noting how she ducked her head shyly, her lips pressing together in a small, embarrassed smile. Cute, he thought, the way she absorbed it all with that wide-eyed innocence.

His name was Brice. "She's desperate to get laid, it's kind of pathetic," another guy added. "I'd sleep with her, but I'd have to tie her down first," a third guy chimed in, followed by laughter from the group. My nose flared, and my jaw tightened in anger. Ashton was engrossed in listening to Esther, but he couldn't help but notice a change in his physical sensations. His cheekbones grew sharper as he overheard a conversation nearby. "The whole BDSM thing is a total lie," a blond guy named Brice remarked, lying on the sheet. "Every time she gets involved in this capture the flag game, it's like she has an orgasm. Just watch her."

I plowed her mercilessly, filling the entire cabin with the musky smell of our sex. But Eon wasn’t the only one who was rough. If he made me bite her, she bit back harder, pulling my hair and nipping my neck or dragging her nails down my back until droplets of blood surfaced. She left just as many marks and bruises on my body as I did hers. Witnessing her in this frenzied, BDSM mode was the hottest thing I had ever seen.

"I always thought your type would be...a boring blue-collar guy." "Exactly." Brittany seconded. I shot them a flat look. "I'm touched, but really, you've got the wrong idea about Dante and me." "I heard from a girl who knew another girl he dated that Dante hits women." Betty said. "It's like a kink for him." Brittany held up a palm near her lips and whispered. "BDSM?" "Absolutely." Betty confirmed. "He probably has a room filled with ropes, toys and whips."

The title flashed again in the corner: Black Truth for White Drink Boys – Volume 7. Toby’s hand moved slow under the waistband of his sweatpants. He was already hard. He always got hard to this. The contrast, the size, the way the white boys in these videos looked wrecked and grateful. He bit his lip and stroked faster, eyes fixed on the screen as the top flipped the smaller guy over and pushed into him in one long, relentless thrust. The bottom’s moan was high and broken. Toby came with a quiet, shaky breath, cum streaking his fingers and the inside of his pants.