Bdsm Short Stories Novels & Stories

I hush her, but she’s already turned a few heads. “What’s there to be embarrassed about? Lots of people are into it,” Debbie says. I blink. “They… are?” “There’s a really popular book series out right now, best seller, that has a BDSM relationship. Here let me write down the title for you.” She writes me a list instead. “This is the order to read them in.” Then she scribbles down a name. “This is the author.” She passes me the list and I look at it, unsure.

The more she read, the more she realized that BDSM was not merely a physical act; it was a complex interplay of trust, communication, and mutual understanding. Hours passed, and Lily found herself navigating a labyrinth of information, her head buzzing with a myriad of terms and concepts. She discovered that BDSM was not just about bondage, dominance, submission, and sadomasochism. It was a spectrum of desires, fantasies, and boundaries, woven into a tapestry of connection and consent.

Her muscles contracted as he kept slamming against her g-spot. “Fuck! I'm going to come again… please” she breathed out and shuddered as she came hard a second time even before she could complete her sentence, slightly watery cream sliding out her pussy through the sides round Damien's dick. Damien groaned and pulled out fast enough to release his seed on the floor. She lay breathlessly on the bed and he fell in place beside her. She lay on her back and he on his stomach. “How was it?” He asked her huskily.

I came again, squirting messily around the massive dildos, my body convulsing so hard I thought the chains might give out. Sameal didn't stop even with my cries, he kept pounding the larger dildo into my pussy with brutal speed, tugging the clamps, slapping my ass, until I was a shaking, drooling mess.

The room becomes a tangle of limbs, a writhing mass of naked flesh, each girl eager for a turn. One of them, a petite brunette with a mischievous smile, leans in and whispers, “Let me taste you while he fucks her.” She dips her head, her tongue flicking over the blonde’s clit as he continues to pound into her, the added stimulation making the blonde’s moans rise to a frantic pitch. “Oh fuck, yes—don’t stop!” she screams, her voice cracking with pleasure. The brunette giggles, her own hand sliding between her legs, fingers pumping fast as she watches the scene unfold.

"I'm clean too. Tested three weeks ago. But Ava, if I fuck you bare, I'm going to fill you up. Going to pump you full of my cum while he watches." "Good," I said fiercely. "I want it. Want him to see your cum dripping out of me. Want him to know you marked me inside and out." "Fuck," Dominic breathed. Then he pushed inside. We both made sounds that were barely human. He was so thick, stretching me wider than I'd ever been stretched. I felt every ridge, every vein, the heat of him searing my insides. He was only halfway in and I already felt fuller than I'd ever felt with Marcus.

“Fine, let’s see how long you last.” He tortured me for what felt like hours. His tongue flicked mercilessly over my swollen clit while three thick fingers pumped deep inside me and the vibrator buzzed against my G-spot. Every time my thighs started shaking and my moans turned into desperate cries, he pulled away completely, leaving me empty and sobbing. “Please, Damien… I can’t…” I begged until my voice broke. Every time I got close, he stopped. I begged and sobbed as my thighs trembled uncontrollably. Tears and sweat mixed on my skin.

I moaned loudly, the sound of his body slapping against mine filled the room. “Argh …yes Nicholas ….faster …deeper,” I moaned, and he increased his pace. “Ahh, Amber …oh fuck me, Agnes.. I can't..” Heat pooled in my body as he kept pounding into me. My legs quaked on the bed, weak. I could feel warmth spread wildly throughout my body. My claws grew, my back arched off the bed. I snapped my eyes shut. He didn't stop, he pounded, faster, harder, his balls pressing against my asshole. A shiver ran down my spine with each trust, each slap.

“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 don't want to marry that scumbag nerd, and I also don't want to let the money slip through my fingers. ------------- Thanks for giving this story a chance. I will not disappoint you. The story contains smuts, 18+ content and light BDSM (spanking, hadcuffing, dominating male etc). Move ahead only if you are comfortable. I will not put the warnings in each chapter. Follow my I G page (dayyyyydreamerrr) to view the cast and stay updated about my current and upcoming stories.