Bdsmstories Novels & Stories

Liam deep in her ass, Rita brutal in her pussy, the knot finally popping in with a wet sound that made the chat lose their minds. Rita reached around and started milking Nina’s tits like udders—squeezing hard, pulling, slapping them together until they were bruised and bouncing wildly. Liam gripped her hips and went harder, grunting with every thrust. “Gonna breed this ass,” he snarled. “Gonna fill you so full you’ll taste me.” Rita matched his pace, knot-locked now, grinding deep. They came at the same time—Liam roaring as he pumped rope after rope into Nina’s ass, Rita grinding the strap-on deep while the base stimulator made her squirt all over Nina’s back.

She typically said, as long as the partners loved each other. We both had a basic understanding of what BDSM was when we started talking to each other about it. We found out that we both respected that form of love making, because if you like that kind of stuff and if it is done with someone you trust, it can be a special experience. We had both seen BDSMs in hentai like night shift nurses or the ton of bandage-tagged doujins out there. It was also the basis of one of the eroge's she let me play on one of her flash drives, which a hentai was based off of.

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

I was twenty the first time I truly stepped into the world of BDSM. It started, as many things do, with curiosity and hunger. I was two years out of a lifeless marriage and insatiably horny. At first, I thought it was just about being used. Tied up. Told what to do. But the more I read, the more I watched, the more I ached, I realized it wasn’t about the sex alone. It was about control, power, and trust.

Josh’s mouth swallowed my cries as his hand went to my clit. I was so close but I didn’t want to let go. “Come on my cock, Lucy. Let me feel your fuck hole squeezed around me again,” Damien said. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I screamed, coming so hard my eyes watered. My back arched and my nails scratched Josh’s back as he pinched my left nipple while sucking the right one. There was nothing, absolutely nothing better than what I was feeling now. “Fuck… you’re going to make me cum, Lucy,” Damien cursed out. “You’re squeezing so tight, slut.”

Her legs trembled as she continued touching herself, circling her clit through her panties. The man watched hungrily, his own hand matching her rhythm as he stroked himself through his boxers. Mia hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. She slowly pushed them down her hips, revealing herself completely to the stranger across the way. Completely naked now, she stood proudly, letting him see all of her. Her hand returned between her legs, fingers sliding through her wet folds. She gasped as she touched her bare clit, already swollen and sensitive. The stranger's eyes were locked on her hand as she began pleasuring herself in earnest.

“All I know about BDSM is Fifty Shades of Grey, and I’m not into getting whipped.” “That’s fine. I’m not a sadist. Though I think you’re more of a masochist than you let on.” My brows knit, his words sparking something I didn’t want to admit. “In simple terms, there are many branches of BDSM. Sadism and masochism are the staples people know. The rest is as varied as the people who step into it.” I tilted my head, listening, willing to know more. “The first rule of any relationship is communication.” He posed it as a statement, but also a question. I found myself nodding. “There also has to be trust and mutual respect.”

She even told her everything about going shopping and to the movies, and went into explicit detail about the way she and her father had made each other cum in the theater. The blonde's expression turned to one of amazement, and her hands grew continually rougher and more aggressive on Brook's tits as she listened to the story. Just telling it had Brook's panties soaking wet, and she was pretty sure Cindy's were too. "Holy fuck!" the blonde said. "You're so lucky."

This story may be triggering for some. It does have bad language, dark sexual themes and scenes in a bdsm club. Please beware. Brandt "Boss, I've got a young lady out here that says there is an emergency and she needs to get her mother from inside the club.” I heard this in my earpiece. It’s Wednesday night and well, never a dull moment in a BDSM club, no matter what night it is.