Chastity Erotica Novels & Stories

He mustered all his courage to retort, “My cock is not tiny.” #steamy #forbidenromance #alphafemale #seduction #omega #primaldesire #hardcore #agegap #olderwomanxyoungerman #surrender Always read tags. So you can skip if the themes are not to your taste. *** Maya groans softly. She rubs her thighs together as she stares at the full moon from her luxurious bed.

Hearing it undone him. His thrusts grew rougher, deeper, but still controlled, worship more than possession. Her moans turned to whimpers, soft cries breaking into the warm air. Stars wheeled above them, ancient and silent witnesses. Heat coiled low in her belly, building sharp and tight. Jasmine bit her lip to keep from screaming, body shaking against him as fluids poured out from her opening. “I’m close… fuck… Jasmine…” he choked out. “Don’t stop,” she whimpered, nails biting into his back.

“That’s going to stay in my phone forever. Whenever I’m away, I’ll play it. I’ll jerk my cock to the sound of your pretty cries. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She moaned, pushing forward against his hand. “Dirty little girl.” He pinched her clit, loving the sound that escaped her mouth after. “On your hands and knees, Printsessa. You sound like you’re aching for more.” Charlotte immediately got on her hands and knees, imitating her current position on the screen. Maksim knelt behind her on the floor, lined up his cock with her entrance, and pushed into her in a slow torturous movement. Charlotte wiggled her ass back, wanting more.

The thick carpet of the private room pressed into my knees as I knelt before Nikolai Volkov, my blouse hanging open like a surrendered flag and my tight pencil skirt bunched uselessly around my waist. My black lace bra was pushed down beneath my full, heavy breasts, leaving them exposed and flushed, my nipples still dark and swollen from the ruthless attention of his mouth. Between my thighs, my soaked panties clung to my puffy pussy lips, the evidence of my shattering orgasm still dripping down my inner thighs in sticky trails. My body trembled with aftershocks, yet the sight of his massive cock bobbing inches from my face sent a fresh wave of shameful heat flooding my core.

I laid in the dark, staring at my ceiling while I fought to purge this tightness harassing my stomach. I have never had a boyfriend and I have never been kissed. It is sad on my part, but no boy, even the biggest idiot to ever be birthed into this world, knows better than to become the romantic interest of the Devil's daughter. I am chaste, uninitiated in all means, but I am not entirely clueless. I have read and watched a lot of erotica to know almost as much as someone who's been around the block. I know what an erection is. I saw one fifty two minutes ago.

This one barely registered. He rolled off, breathing hard, and pulled me against his chest. “Love you,” he whispered. “Love you too.” I stared at the ceiling while he fell asleep. My pussy was still leaking a mix of both of them. I slid my hand down and touched myself slowly, remembering the exact shape of Mr. Grant’s cock. How it had forced me open. How he had held me down and told me that cunt was his now. I came quietly with my fingers, biting my lip so Derick wouldn’t wake up. It wasn’t enough. I already knew tomorrow I would stay late again. I needed the real thing.

- Light public exposure (visible marks, thin collar under clothes, discreet orders in public). - Prolonged bondage (more than 2 hours). - Extreme edging (hours without coming). - Anal penetration on him (strap-on, fingers, plugs). - Chastity play (short-term, up to 48 hours). Jaston read it aloud, his breathing already heavier. “Fantasies now,” she said, turning the page. “No filter. Things we want to try, even if they sound crazy.” He thought for a moment. “I want you to use me as furniture. Like… a coffee table. Me on all fours, you resting your feet on my back while you read or drink wine. Or me lying on my back, you using my face as a seat while you watch something.”

She stammered hard. She started to move. She is so sexy. Erotic. Furthermore, she is stubborn, but why is this girl is so damn cute and wicked!? I pulled her down on the bed and lifted her legs. I move faster to the hilt. "I'm cumming." Soon I had fallen on top of her. I would have rolled to leave above to decrease my weight, but she hugged me tightly. "Zak, just for a little, let us stay like this." She said and wrapped her arm tightly around my neck.

“Choking on me… you were made for this. Such a dirty little slut, taking me so deep.” I shivered, my mind hazy, my senses on fire. My throat burned, my lips tingled, my chest heaved. Every push, every filthy word, pulled me deeper into a dizzying mix of submission and craving. “Come on… that’s it. I’m close… you’re gonna make me lose it,” he growled, his words rough, filthy, urgent.

Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.