Castration Erotica Novels & Stories

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

Such a dirty little slut you are, Lila. I moaned softly at his words, my hips shifting restlessly. He opened the bag and pulled out several new toys. A thick vibrating dildo, a small butt plug, nipple clamps with a chain, and a riding crop. My breathing quickened at the sight. We are going to play hard tonight, he said. I am going to edge you until you are begging and crying, then I am going to make you come so many times you will not be able to think straight. He started by attaching the nipple clamps. I gasped sharply as the metal bit into my sensitive peaks.

“If it isn’t little Lia the nerd. Come to watch the show?” “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, clutching her books tighter. Her nipples hardened against her bra. “I didn’t mean to—” “But you’re not leaving.” He turned fully toward her now, cock still in hand, bold and unashamed. A bead of precum glistened at the slit. “You like what you see, don’t you?” Lia’s mouth went dry. Her pussy throbbed. She had touched herself hundreds of times thinking of him, but this was real.

A cloth, a reel of condoms, and a card dropped on the desk. I hooked my finger under my nose. Odessa stepped back. I grabbed a pen and lifted what seemed to be an underwear in the air. The soiled boxers swung on the pen. “What in the world!” Odessa examined the garment. “Is that semen?” For fuck sake! I groaned and dropped the pen and boxers in the nearby bin. Odessa snatched up the package, reading. “There is no returning address.” I turned my head to read the card. No handwriting. Some fucker thought it was funny to piece cut out letters from magazines on a white card. ‘A gift to my precious omega’. Wow! What was this world coming to?

Pete groaned as William grabbed the nape of his neck and stared lustfully into his eyes. “You hear me? This hole belongs to me now.” “Yes—yes! Yours—fuck—yours!” William moaned. The bathroom was filled with the slick sound of skin against skin, muffled groans and their heavy breathing. Pete reached and grabbed William’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts, fast and rough. “Come for me,” Pete growled. “Do it, ballet boy.” And William did. Biting his forearm to keep from screaming, his body convulsing around Pete’s cock so tight it nearly dragged Pete over the edge with him.

This form of degradation feels so fucking good it makes me want to cry, I feel like I didn’t deserve to be this aroused. “This is where you belong…..” Darius affirmed as he dug his feet into my face, “under my feet.” He continued and I whimpered, wriggling under his feet with the inability to breathe. “Look at your slutty cunt, dripping with your juice and my cum like a pathetic fucktoy,” his deep voice threatened to push me over the edge and I felt the mixture of my juice and his sperm seep out of my cunt. “You don’t deserve our cocks but we gave it to you anyways because you’re nothing but a filthy hole that begs to be used.”

I walked into the master bathroom and turned on the shower, letting the water run until the mirrors were completely fogged over. I stepped into the glass enclosure and let the hot spray hit my back. I closed my eyes, leaning my head against the wet tiles. I was lathering my body with a strawberry-scented soap, my hands sliding over my yoga-toned stomach and down to my thighs. My mind was drifting back to the feeling of Leo’s nine-inch dick. I reached down to wash my pussy, my fingers lightly brushing over my clit, which was already hard and sensitive.

My whole body was having a seizure : tits bouncing and wax falling off as I shook and sobbed. They didn’t stop. The thrusting continued through my orgasm, Another climax followed right after leaving me shaking and begging “Too much… too much… please… I can’t take it…” “You can and you fucking will, you worthless slut,” Lila snarled grabbing my jaw. “This greedy married hole belongs to the club now. We decide when it stops leaking.” The strap-on woman finally pulled out. My cunt gaped for a second : red, swollen, drooling a thick mix of squirt and wax.

Renowned artist Lucian Vale, is a 42 years old perfectionist with a dark reputation. He needs the perfect muse for his most provocative collection yet. When 23 years old aspiring model Joshua Hart walks into his private studio, Lucian knows he’s found more than just a body, he’s found raw, uninhibited inspiration. What begins as classical nude poses quickly spirals into explicit, boundary pushing sessions filled with erotic poses, intense oral worship, masturbation, and eventually full gangbang scenes orchestrated by the artist himself. In Lucian’s world, art and lust are inseparable, and Elias is willing to surrender everything, his body, his limits, and his pleasure to become the ultimate

I flailed for something to hold, grabbed the shower curtain then thought again because curtains cost money and anyway it wouldn’t have worked except as a metaphor for reck- less passion. So I braced myself as best I could, one hand on the slippery tiles, another on the tub edge. Steam enshrouded us carrying scents of cosmetics, visions of vanilla chiffon. Pale streaks of foam spiraled into the drain and vanished. His hands dug into my hips. In the midst of the vapor and wetness, his cock shored me up, enormous and substantial where I was soft and hidden. They wouldn’t show that in the movies. This wouldn’t even make a porno because it wasn’t camera friendly. Impossible to see our thrusting c