Cerita Lesbian Bdsm の小説・ストーリー

She quivered beneath my touch, a whimper escaping her lips. In my dream, the act of BDSM was a dance of power and passion, a ritual that bound us together in a way that transcended the mundane. My cock, thick and hard, strained against the fabric of my pants, begging for release as I approached the bed where Elysia lay. She watched me with a mix of excitement and trepidation, her breaths coming quicker as I stood over her, the crop still in my hand.

I sighed. “Our? So you… you are into all that? Are you also of the same mind as your wolf on sleeping with random females?” Crista’s body stiffened as she moved slightly away from me. I sighed, running a hand over my face. “No. While yes, I will admit I like BDSM. I like the structure and control a dom/sub relationship offers. I have only been an active participant in the encounters that involved the twins' mother. Being with anyone that wasn’t her or my mate disgusts me.” I explained.

She said, “You know your brother thinks you’re gay? I laughed, “He didn’t think that when we were kids and he beat my skinny ass because he thought I was messing with one of his girlfriends!” “Your brother is a funny guy. You know, we ‘swing’ sometimes with other couples. These are usually like orgies, but Jim started getting jealous and would only let me get it on with women he was fucking or he would pick men and have me get on my knees and suck their cocks. I lost interest now, so it’s me and my vibrator.” She laughed heartily and swiped a hand across her crotch. Then she got dressed in her sweaters and coat and rushed out, yelling over her shoulder she needed to get her “brats.”

"Okay." He'd heard the story before in a dozen different ways. A young, inexperienced girl. A pseudo-Dom who uses BDSM to control women, then terrorizes them. Dara had come from a town a lot smaller than Fort Myers Beach. She was making her own way in the world, taking classes at the community college and working part-time. Sharing an apartment with another girl, a party girl, who took her to a private BDSM event one night in a large home.

Sage Laila and I were left by Constantino in his BDSM room, strapped to the walls and with vibrators wedged deep within of us. I balled up my fists around the chains and held them there tightly, feeling a rush of pleasure. It seemed like we had been coming here repeatedly for more than an hour.

Took all of it. “Jesus—” I choked. “Jesus isn’t here.” His voice was rough, almost offended. “This is me. All me.” The dildo pushed deeper, the vibrator stayed on my clit and I was going to die. I was actually going to die on my husband’s bed, in his dungeon and the worst part was I didn’t care. “This is what happens to bad girls who run.” “I’m sorry...” I didn’t know if I was apologising or begging. “I’m sorry, please, please, Carlo...”

"Or... shall we play something crazier?" Phelan felt that the blowjob was not enough to stimulate his sexual pleasure, so he wanted to try BDSM (*). ((*): BDSM in English stands for Bondage, Discipline, Sadism and Masochism.This is a sex trend that many people choose, because it will feel different from the trend. always educated.) Phelan tore the sheets and tied Aurora's arms and legs to the four corners of the bed. Aurora didn't understand what he was doing, but she lay still and waited obediently.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit lesbian sexual content, detailed descriptions of arousal and manual stimulation, discussions of watersports/urophilia, BDSM themes (domination/submission), graphic language, and taboo sexual fantasies. CHAPTER ONE Isabella studied her reflection in the rearview mirror as she pulled her long blonde hair into a ponytail. She frowned.

My pussy and ass were throbbing and leaking, but I felt happier than I had in years. “But Jamie…” Lena said quietly, kissing my forehead, “this can’t be a one-time thing. I’m going to keep fucking you. Even if it means sneaking around behind my sister’s back.” I looked up at her, heart racing. “I don’t want it to be one time either,” I admitted. Lena smiled wickedly and slid her hand between my legs again, gently rubbing my oversensitive clit. “Good. Because I’m far from finished with you tonight…”

I did it again today. I visited my girlfriend at work. Reprobate writer seeks innocent Melanie for backseat naughtiness in underground parking lot. Yes, I’ve been wicked again. Spank me, Jesus. Before this gets too confusing, what with “blow jobs” in the title, let me clarify: I’m a woman, Mela- nie’s a woman—we’re a lesbian couple—but while I’m a woman with a pussy, my girlfriend’s a woman with a cock. She’s trans, hence the mention of blow jobs. So that’s one mystery solved.