Novel & Cerita Bondage Sex Story

I smiled against her lips and teased her entrance with the head of my cock, rubbing slow circles over her clit, coating myself in her dripping wetness. “Please,” she breathed. “I need you.” I kissed her harder, my teeth grazing her bottom lip, tongue claiming every inch of her mouth while I reached for the towel still on the floor. I grabbed it quickly, twisted one end into a makeshift rope, and looped it around her wrists. I pulled her arms behind her back and tied the towel loosely but firmly to the desk drawer handle behind her. She gasped, her eyes widening, but she didn’t protest. Her tits thrust forward with the position, nipples begging.

They smile up at me with mischief and promises of fun in their eyes. “What do you have in mind, little fox?” I ask with a husky tone belying the lust I am feeling. “We are on my playing grounds today, and I might surprise you, draggie-poo. Do you like bondage? Maybe shibari? It will only take a few moments to tie and suspend you for me to play, unless you wish me to tie myself and I can be your little pinata while you hit me and pierce me with that giant pole you have there,” They purr seductively while working my pants down and licking the pre-cum off my tip.

The petite woman unbound her hair, letting it fall over her shoulders, her blue eyes alight with anticipation, while the tattooed woman shed her remaining leather, her muscular form a testament to her strength. “Bind her,” the leader instructed, and the silver-haired woman tied my wrists and ankles with silk cords, securing them to the mat’s corners, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. The leader knelt between my legs, her fingers tracing my swollen lips, then slipping inside, four at once, stretching my cunt with a slow, deliberate rhythm. “Feel us,” she murmured, adding a vibrator, pressing it against my clit, turning it to a high hum that made me arch against the bonds. The brunette stradd

he says His jacket it the floor. Her dress followed. His eyes darkened as he took her in …wearing nothing but lace which hugged her curves well.. He took up his trouser as they both sank into the couch… He wore a condom and then eased himself into her …their bodies fit.. They moved together slowly. Zaria wrapped her hands around him as he continued to move inside her “Look at me”he commanded And she did … As both of them gave in to wave of pleasure..

Stepping out of the fabric pooled around his legs, he doled out another one of his commands, "On the bed, bella." I did mindlessly, under a heady spell of dominance and submission because somehow it made my heart flutter and my pussy quiver with need. "Give me your hands, love" he demanded, and when I offered, he shackled them to headboard stretching above my head. Instinct made me pull, but in all our sexual encounters, I have come to realize that it was the vulnerability of sexual bondage that gave me the ultimate pleasure. Maybe this was the reason I let him take me to the dark places I didn't know I possess.

Even her stammering makes me smile. "You won't need your dress for this date." I leave the shop feeling her gaze on me. It’s been four months since I’ve had sex. That’s a decision that’s about to be rectified. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Fair warning. One of the readers on this book commented: If you don't like BDSM, RUN. Another commented: I don't read BDSM but this is great. And another: Handstock, blindfold and displayed, Cuffs... Everything is touched. So Hot

he said as he climbed onto the bed behind me, “when we are in this room, you are not just my daughter. You are my submissive little fucktoy. My personal cumslut. Daddy is going to show you exactly how he wants sex. Rough. Controlling. Deep. And you are going to take every single thing I give you. Understand?” “Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, voice already trembling with need. He started with the leather cuffs. He fastened them around my wrists, then connected them behind my back with a short chain, keeping my arms securely bound. Next he took the soft black rope and wrapped it carefully but tightly around my upper arms and chest, creating a simple harness that framed and lifted my full breasts, ma

"No. This is anger. This is hatred. There was no love between us from the beginning. The first time we had sex, he rapped me with his brother." "Wait. He what?" So he is also a rapist? This monster is the king of all evil. "When was that?" "About ten years ago. I was coming from the market one evening when a speeding black van stopped right in front of me. Before I could even scream, I was forcefully grabbed and thrown into the van, and it sped off. Up to date, I don't remember what happened that night. I woke up the following morning tied up on a bed and all naked, and my whole body was in pain. After a few minutes, two men walked in, Ejay and Ljay, and they had their way with me again, swi

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

You want to know how things are going for us romantically and physically. Our sex life is exemplary, thank you very much. I won’t lie and say we are humping like bunnies. But we do have sex, and it’s always great. Over the years, we’ve experimented sexually as Cassidy continued making great strides in her recovery from what that douchebag did. We tried bondage once. It was a no go with Cassidy being tied up or blindfolded. She went into full panic mode, and we decided it wouldn’t be for us. If bondage does come into the bedroom, I’m getting tied up. And I’m a-okay with that.