Bdsm Smut Novels & Stories

the room smelt of sex and sweat as the loud moans of people echoed in the room as they continued pleasuring each other…… Soon Cassie moaned out loud and released her self all over Brian and got up from his cock…Brian stood up and then flipped her on her fours and slammed his cock into her …. She moaned out loud cause she could feel him everywhere…and it was simply euphoric…..he continued slamming into her as Cassie kissed her as her moans got swallowed into her mouth as Brian continued slamming his cock inside her…she was so wet that she could feel her juices flow down her legs as he continued fucking her and grabbed a fist full of her hair until she let out a loud moan and came all over him

my brow rises a little "And if yes, I'm not a huge fan." He smiles warmly at me, "Cute, but no. Fifty shade of Grey is a shady excuse of what BDSM is supposed to be, I never liked the movie, our community agrees with me as well because the movie didn't cover some of the important aspects of BDSM." I ask becoming more interested in his reply, "What's the important aspect?" He pushes the arm of my dress aside so that he can sing his fingers on my skin there, "Communication and aftercare." I shiver from his touch and my eyes so desperately want to close, but I keep them open, we are communicating and it's part of what BDSM is right? "Was that why you wanted to take care of me after."

“How do you intend to do that?” She bluffed and laughed at me. “Hmm, have you heard of BDSM?” “Like Masochism and Bondage stuff?” “Yes. Bondage, Masochism, Dominance and Sadism.” “Hmm, i an not sure those are good ideas.” “You would enjoy them, trust me and you would learn so much about these types of sex.” “Does it hurt?” “It is gonna be a bitter sweet feeling and we would take it one by one.” “What one should we start from?”

“What is it, Alexander?” I take a deep breath, choosing my words carefully. “This party may expose you to some aspects of BDSM that can be quite intense for submissive. People may engage in activities that involve pain, humiliation, and other forms of play that can be harsh and even uncomfortable to witness.” Her expression changes from excitement to a more serious one as she processes my words. “I see... I didn’t fully realize what I might encounter there.” I continue, wanting to ensure she understands fully. “It’s important to remember that everyone has their preferences and boundaries in the BDSM lifestyle. But witnessing these activities can be challenging, even distressing, for someone

And the spells were only for one thing. Sex. I flipped through all the pages, dumbfounded. There were pictures of naked people with arrows pointing to boobs or pussies or cocks, and instructions on the spells to cast to make them bigger or tighter or thicker. My jaw dropped when the next page I turned had a picture of a woman being fucked hard in the middle of a pentagon, by a wonderfully handsome man with horns and a tail. No shit. Demon sex.

⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ Warning Smut scene ahead⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ Broken moans and gasps could be heard drifting from a room within the house. On a bed in the master bedroom, with blankets kicked aside, entwined were two naked men with each other as closely as only two people could ever be. Damon had his eyes tightly shut, with his forehead covered in sweat, which his brows creased from pleasure.

Her voice was playful, but there was an underlying curiosity that made me pause. “Are we talking fantasies in general, or are we getting into… specifics?” She blushed, but she didn’t back down. “Specifics. I’m curious.” I grinned, enjoying the way this conversation was unfolding. “Well, since we’re being honest… I’ve always been intrigued by BDSM.” Her brow furrowed, and I could tell she wasn’t entirely sure what that was. “BDSM?” “Yeah, you know… bondage, dominance, submission. It’s more about trust and control than anything else. It’s not as scary as it sounds, I promise.”

"Everything's a grown-up thing around here." Touché. I sat up straighter. "Okay. Listen. BDSM is… a form of intimacy. With different rules. It stands for bondage, discipline, dominance, submission, sadism, and masochism." Emily stared like I had just read the ingredients off a witch's cauldron, and Lily burst into a wheeze-laugh beside me. I sighed. "It's not as scary as it sounds." "So… people choose to do that stuff?" Emily asked slowly.

She quivered beneath my touch, a whimper escaping her lips. In my dream, the act of BDSM was a dance of power and passion, a ritual that bound us together in a way that transcended the mundane. My cock, thick and hard, strained against the fabric of my pants, begging for release as I approached the bed where Elysia lay. She watched me with a mix of excitement and trepidation, her breaths coming quicker as I stood over her, the crop still in my hand.

My hands went under the table to shift my panties to let air in. His chest was turning me on and just by looking at him I got so wet and sticky that I could smell my arousal in the air. What if he notices and smells it in the air? "I don't understand what you mean? Can you explain better?" I asked in my sexy voice and saw how his eyes sent me a seductive glare. "I'm into what they call B.D.S.M." He added. "I call it the thirst of freedom." "What? Thirst of freedom?"