Bondage Smut

Bonnie Walton had a crush on Jude Ashford since the first time she saw him when she was twelve and he was twenty-two. Jude is her brother’s best friend. He was always indifferent towards Bonnie until the summer she turned fifteen and he caught her reading a smut book and promised it was their little secret. Over the years, her feelings for Jude developed from a crush into a burning, heart-wrenching desire.  After years of not seeing each other, she can no longer hide her feelings for him on her eighteenth birthday, and their attraction ignites. They have the most lustful and sinful that leads to Bonnie losing her vCard to Jude.  Jude Ashford is the synonym of perfection, CEO of Ashford Publishing. He never steps out of line, being the most respectful man on the face of the earth. Jude always tries to be away from the spotlight his name brings.  What will happen when the woman that broke his heart ten years ago reappears in his life engaged? Will Jude be able to fight the jealousy he feels and allow her to find happiness with another, or will he fight to be with her?  Now that Bonnie is back in New York and living with her brother, Will Jude, and Bonnie be able to keep their hands to themselves? Or will their red-hot scorching desire for each other to get them to be together and reveal their attraction? Even if it means losing their best friend and brother’s support?

SINFUL NIGHTS – Extremely Dirty & Explicit Erotic Short Stories Collection (18+ Filthy Sex) by SWAAN He shoved her against the wall, yanked her skirt up, and buried himself deep in one brutal thrust. “Say please if you want me to stop,” he snarled. She never did. 100 % raw, shameless, panty-melting erotica. Zero sweet romance. This filthy collection is packed with: • Rough dominant sex & dirty commands • Forbidden age-gap one-night stands • Boss/employee office sex on the desk • Best friend’s dad / brother taboo fantasies • Stranger sex after she hears him through the wall • Professor/student extra-credit on her knees • Enemies-to-lovers hate-sex that breaks the bed • Explicit breeding, choking, spanking, and filthy talk Every story is short, hardcore, and ends with shaking orgasms and dripping satisfaction. If you search for: dirty sex stories, explicit erotica, rough filthy short stories, forbidden age gap erotica, dominant alpha male sex, one-night stand smut, taboo cheating sex, or extreme adult erotica… this collection was written for YOU. Lock your door. Turn your phone on silent. One click = hours of sinful, soaking-wet nights. 18+ only • Extremely graphic • Not for the faint-hearted #DirtyErotica #ExplicitSexStories #FilthyShortStories #AgeGapSmut #RoughSex

WARNING!!! THIS IS A TRUE SLOW-BURN ROMANCE. If you're looking for instant heat or early smut, you won't find it here. This is a slow, emotional, character-driven romance where every moment is earned. The fire comes later… and it’s worth the wait. Still here? Brave soul. Let's see how long you last. She woke from a two-year coma… into a billionaire’s revenge. Aria Williams opens her eyes and discovers she’s been forced into a contract marriage with Damon Stone, a cold, calculating billionaire who believes she’s her identical twin—the woman who stole millions from him and vanished without a trace. To him, she’s Ava—the liar, the thief, the woman he’s vowed to ruin. Only, Aria is innocent. She’s been in a coma for two years, unaware of the chaos her sister left behind. Now, trapped in a life that isn’t hers, she must navigate Damon’s wrath, her own fear, and the dangerous pull of a man who swore he’d never feel anything again. But as Aria fights to survive in a twisted game of mistaken identity, passion flares, secrets unravel, and the line between love and hate begins to blur. Because the most dangerous lie of all isn’t the one told to her... It’s the one she’s telling herself.

I’m on my knees again, wrists bound tight behind my back with silk that bites just enough to remind me who owns me tonight. He circles slow, leather boots echoing on the marble, and I can already taste the salt of anticipation on my tongue. When he finally grips my hair and yanks my head back, his cock—thick, veined, leaking—slaps heavy against my cheek. “Open,” he growls. I do, and he thrusts in deep, no warning, stretching my throat until my eyes water. The wet, choking sounds fill the room—gluck-gluck-gluck—as he fucks my mouth with brutal rhythm, hips snapping, balls slapping my chin. Every plunge forces a gag, spit dripping down my chest, but fuck, the burn in my jaw and the way he groans low makes me leak onto the floor. He pulls out just to slap my face with his slick length, then rams back in, deeper, claiming every inch until I’m nothing but his hole. ** This collection plunges headfirst into the raw, unfiltered world of explicit gay dominance and submission, where powerful alphas—billionaires, mob bosses, ruthless mentors—claim their willing (and sometimes reluctant) boys with iron control and unrelenting hunger. Every story drips with dark MM heat: contracts signed in sweat and cum, red rooms equipped for flogging, bondage, edging, and total power exchange. Expect graphic, immersive scenes of throat-fucking, ass-pounding, breeding fantasies, impact play that leaves marks, and aftercare laced with possession.

Ma meilleure amie, Maya, est arrivée pour ma semaine d'enterrement de vie de jeune fille. Mes derniers jours de liberté. Elle a insisté pour qu'on fasse une soirée entre filles à la maison pour fêter ça, en commandant tous mes plats préférés. Elle m'a demandé de tenir son téléphone et d'attendre un instant. Puis l'écran s'est allumé. Un message d'un mec. Une photo torse nu. Le texte disait : « J'ai besoin de toi ce soir. » Une autre image est apparue aussitôt. Des sex-toys. Du matériel de bondage, tout droit sorti d'un film. Mon visage s'est embrasé. Mon cœur cognait violemment contre ma poitrine. Je venais de tomber par hasard sur sa vie secrète. Mais l'image suivante a glacé mon sang. Un gros plan sur le torse de l'homme. Une cicatrice irrégulière, profondément marquée. Je la connaissais mieux que mon propre reflet. Elle appartenait à mon fiancé, Luciano Carbone.

“Does your husband know you’re taking my cock and moaning my name like a good bad girl? Does he know?” My toes curled as his deep octave dropped sensation into my body, p**sy dripping with every thrust he made deeper into my c*unt. My back arched off the bed, and my lips parted… body trembling as every thrust moved me closer to my orgasm. * I didn’t mean to fuck him, but I did. And one night of reckless pleasure suddenly turned into reality. It should have been nothing but a nightmare… but what happened when that nightmare came back as your nemesis, taking and claiming you in every corner… right where your husband could hear you? I should not want him. I should not like the way his lips part my legs open. I should not like the way his tongue moved against my skin, or the way he parted me open and ruined me till I’m nothing but a trembling mess… but I did. Because he made sure I realized how helpless every inch of my body longed for him. This is not your road to salvation. This is your way to damnation. And here… we offer smut and plot, so join me as I drip, wipe, and smirk. Thank you.

“From now on, you are mine, i owe every inch of your traitorous body,PET." my body shivered uncontrollably, as his sharp canines grazed my neck region. "Yes master!" I whimpered. ****************************************** Milo was born as an omega. Something considered a curse and an abomination to his alpha bloodline and something that has never happened in history. Desperate to get the acknowledgment of his family, He is disguised as his Alpa twin sister and bundled as a pet to a ruthless and the most feared man in the underworld: the Mafia King. Bound in chains and stripped of his freedom, Milo is prepared to endure whatever fate that is waiting for him as a lowly pet. But on his first day, his identity as a boy was exposed. The lie that was meant to save him turns into a death sentence. The Mafian King does not take kindly to deception. Yet, instead of killing him, he does something far worse. He claims him. Not knowing that milo is not just an omega, He is something more, Something that is only seen once in a thousand years, He is an Ashborne wolf, the purest breed of omegas known for their breeding capabilities. The one mystery nature can't explain. Milo must learn to survive in this world fueled with cruelty, dark politics and betrayal, not just as the most hated traitor but as the one thing that is being haunted by all the alphas. An Ashbourne pet. 🔞🔞🔞 this is a dark romance book filled with smut, explicit sex scene and BDSM. Only for adults.

Ethan Walker, the complete definition of rude, arrogant and dangerously handsome. He listens to no one, and does things his way, the first and only son to Alex and Sage Walker, he's a spoilt rich brat. If there's anything about Ethan is that he hates sharing, no matter how minute it is, once it's his then he would rather hell freeze over than share it. But that changes when he is forced to share his parents love and attention with a strange girl. At 7 he already disliked this girl that stole his parents love and attention from him. And he vowed he would make her life a living hell. But is that the only reason he dislikes her? Ava Walker, the adopted daughter of Alex and Sage Walker, after trying for years to conceive after their first child with no luck, they opt in for adoption and they chose her. Shy, naive, beautiful and smart, Ava is forced to take the harsh and cruel words of her foster brother all the while making sure his parents don't find out because she'd hate to be the reason his parents scold him. Hurt by the fact that Ethan will never agree to calling her his sister or accepting her into the family, she is faced with a bigger challenge when things get complicated between them. Now one question keeps ringing in her head. Does Ethan really hate her? It's going to be a long ride for Ethan and Ava. Story contains explicit sexual content and a lot of smut

[WARNING!! R18+ CONTAINS SMUT SCENES AND OTHER ADULT STUFFS] Devyn Lowell, the youngest daughter of the Lowell Clan. A dominant werewolf omega, who changes sex partners every month in order to maintain her form. She never entered serious relationships. For her, alpha men were just toys. Kiel Arnoux, a recessive werewolf alpha. Living his life as the President’s shadow. Devyn’s personal assistant, who distanced himself and forgot the memories they made as childhood friends. *** “I can’t take her strong pheromones!!” The man who was supposed to be Devyn’s partner for the month stormed out of the room. The female omega sat down and lit a cigarette. A devilish smirk stretched across her cheeks. “What a useless alpha,” Kiel turned to her and bowed. “I apologize. Do you want me to arrange another—” He stopped when Devyn pulled his collar. She blew a smoke and ordered. "Kneel" Kiel wasn't stunned at all. He bent down and kneeled. Devyn grabbed the man by the hair and then she placed one foot on Kiel's chest. "You are so obedient. Do you know that it was a privilege to be stepped on by me?" she smirked. The man nodded. "Thank you for stepping on me, President." *** A hot and steamy connection between a CEO and her assistant. Is LUST the only thing that binds them? What will happen if both of them fall deeper into the dangerous pit of LOVE?

#Bdsm #Smut #Erotic This is an erotic story, all the chapters are erotic. "Fuck Me harder" "Don't Stop" "I think I am cumming Lilith" "I love your Pussy Litith" he said to me, purging into me. But I didn't feel it, or enjoy it, No more enjoyment, I need to explore more. I have been married for years, touched by my husband every night, yet I always feel a lingering emptiness that I can no longer ignore. His hands on my skin bring no satisfaction, no spark. I’ve heard the whispers, seen the knowing glances, and listened to the stories of blissful, earth-shattering pleasure that seems to elude me at every turn. I want it. Desperately. I crave the orgasm everyone else talks about, the one thing I’ve never felt no matter how many times I’ve tried. As I begin to venture into the arms of others, the boundary between longing and temptation disappears. Each new touch, each new partner pulls me deeper into a world where pleasure has no rules, no shame. And with every encounter, my hunger intensifies, pushing me closer to a truth I can’t escape: What if it’s not just about the orgasm, but about the deeper hunger within me? My search for satisfaction has begun… but will this journey lead me to the ultimate release or leave me chasing a desire that could ruin everything?