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.

She had lived and been brought up among those whose extravagant lifestyle allowed them to experiment with sensuality, refining it, glorifying it: the touch of cruelty, the hint of mystery, the realisation that a shiver of fear could give an adrenaline rush as fierce as a snort of amyl nitrate. Tayte controlled himself with an effort. He moved away from her and lay flat on his back on the straw. Now it was Armina’s turn to be mouthed. He held up his arms and she slipped between them, thighs spread open, a knee each side of his body. She still wore her white shirt. The buttons were undone all the way down, breasts jutting from the opening. Tayte supported her above him, examining those tip-til

“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.

CONTENT / TRIGGER WARNING: This is a very DARK EROTICA story. I had a checkup today. I was already twenty-five minutes late, and I still hadn't finished getting ready, not that I could rush even if I wanted to. Standing naked in front of the mirror, I angled my body just so. That was the only position from which I could actually see my pussy. The hair had grown out far more than I liked, thick and unruly, and my husband refused to do anything about it.

The risk of getting caught, the hatred burning in my chest, and the devastating pleasure between my legs mixed into something twisted and addictive. My hips bucked against his face shamelessly. I bit down harder on my shirt to muffle the desperate, whimpering moans spilling out of me. Roman growled, doubling his efforts. He added a third finger, stretching me wide, his tongue lashing my clit in fast, relentless strokes. “Cum for me, Chloe. Cum on the tongue of this guy you hate so much.” I shattered. The orgasm crashed over me violently. My pussy clenched hard around his fingers, juices flooding his mouth as I came with a muffled scream into my shirt.

Anything. Aaron’s hands were everywhere, rough and insistent. He gripped her waist, lifting her effortlessly onto the kitchen counter, the cool granite biting into her bare thighs as her short dress hiked up dangerously high. The pink lace thong was exposed again, damp from her earlier masturbation and the dream’s lingering heat. He stepped between her legs, forcing them apart with his hips, and she felt it—the hard ridge of his erection pressing against her core through his jeans. “Aaron… we can’t,” she gasped, breaking the kiss, her voice a shaky whisper. But even as she said it, her hips twitched involuntarily, seeking more friction.

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro

“I will text you tomorrow.” Xavier pulled me into a hug. His hand slid low on my back. He pressed close so I felt him again. “Goodbye, Lila,” he said quietly. His eyes stayed on mine. After they left, I went straight upstairs. I locked my door. I took off all my clothes and lay on the bed naked. I spread my legs wide. I slid my hand between my legs. My pussy was soaked. My clit was swollen. I rubbed hard and fast. “Xavier…” I whispered.