Captured Sex Stories Novels & Stories

THAT excited me tremendously, as well as our conversation, because it was a huge new 'beginning' of sorts in our sex life. That evening I went through my collection and picked out 'Behind the Green Door', the Marilyn Chambers flick where she is kidnapped by devotees of a sex club and forced into a group sexual encounter after being ravished by a black man. I was very pleased and also more than a bit surprised when Alexis agreed to view the film with me. I got everything ready in our bedroom upstairs - towels, pillows, vaseline, and got the film ready in the VCR. I was almost

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

ck outside his trousers. He seemed to feel the sensation as his body suddenly moved. I smirked, my eyes flirtatiously looking at him. He smiled once again, and I didn’t stop. Instead, I loosened his waist button and deepened my hand into his trousers. My soul melted as I swiftly grabbed his cock into my palm. I moaned, I could hear his soft moan too while he drove. In a split second, we arrived at the school parking lot, I wanted to remove my hand, but he held me in place, pressed a button that made his seat go flat, then jerked me off from my seat and placed me on top of him.

At 28, she was a talented photographer with an eye for the unconventional, often drawn to places and people overlooked by others. In recent months, she had felt a compelling pull toward exploring another side of sex. She wanted to willingly relinquish control, to be guided and directed. This need stirred every time she heard friends speak of their sexual experiences. One afternoon, over coffee, Michela finally voiced this long-held curiosity to her friend. Smiling knowingly, her friend reached into her bag and produced a small card, placing it on the table between them. “Call this number,” she said, her tone both encouraging and conspiratorial. “They’ll give you a time and place. Come prepar

Now lost to her pleasures, Yasmine continued fucking herself, unable to contain her moans and groans. It wasn't until she was done that she realized the cou9le in the other room had stopped, and she could only hear the whispers coming from their room. “I think she's alone and having sex with just herself!” Yasmine's eyes widened in horror. Had she just been caught masturbating?! Author's Note: The F1 series will continue soon, guys. I just wanted to toss this in. Apologies for the long wait. Thank you for reading.

I called that name that constantly rang in my mind, and my hand decided to be disobedient, stretching to the place between my legs as I squeezed the bulging part. “Urghhh….!” groaning, I caressed my bulge, but it wasn't enough, instead it was becoming larger in my hands. With a shiver caused by the chill of the night, I closed my eyes and eased my mind, while my fingers crept into my briefs to capture my naughty cock. Squeezing my cock, I let out a gasp and my mind conjures an unbelievable image leaving me stunned and in a daze. The image…? Well, it's a fucking image of me fucking my best friend, Dean and leaning down to capture the sweet mouth of my wife, Camila who is naked.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

‎ ‎"You could do all that? You could be so f*****g sexy in bed, and yet I had to tame myself for you? I had to lie and regulate the way I f*ck you? Do you know the amount of times I wanted to take you up against the wall?" ‎ ‎He closed his eyes to breathe in, and it looked like it wasn't working. "Do you have any idea how much I have wanted to f'uck you in the bathroom and on the stairs? Do you know how many nights I went to bed beside you, watching you sleep and all I could think about was tying you up, and having my way with you? And yet look at you, being gagged and f****d to f*****g oblivion, writhing and begging for more, while I had to hold myself back."

Ryder and Luca painted my back and breasts with hot ropes of cum. I collapsed onto the couch, a trembling, cum-drenched mess. My pussy throbbed, red and swollen, thighs sticky, lips puffy and sore. Every inch of me ached in the most delicious way. Zane stroked my hair almost gently, his voice low and satisfied. “Good girl, Scarlet. You took all of us so well.” I lay there panting, mind fuzzy with lingering pleasure and shock. What have we done? But as their hands soothed my skin and they pulled me into a warm, tangled pile of bodies, a dark, secret part of me knew I’d crave this forbidden trap again.

“This hole is mine now. I’m gonna breed it every day until you forget your own name.” Skin slapped against skin, loud and obscene. He reached around and stroked my cock in time with his thrusts, driving me insane. “You feel that?” he rasped, leaning over my back. “My cock owning you. Say it.” “It’s yours,” I gasped, broken. “Fuck…your cock owns me. Breed me, Vincenzo. Please…” He fucked me harder, relentless, hips slamming forward. “That’s my captive. Begging for my load like a good little whore.”