Chastity Fiction Novels & Stories

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

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.

- 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.”

I’ve just released a new book titled “Married to My Father’s Enemy.” It follows Ikkohafina and her dangerously captivating husband—her father’s best friend, turn enemy, now her husband. A forbidden, intense, erotic, slow-burning story filled with tension, desire, spicy bedroom actions, and everything in between. If you loved No Saints, you will definitely love this one. I’ll be attaching a free chapter for you to read and enjoy. If it pulls you in (and I know it will), don’t hesitate to go search for the full book and dive deeper into their story.

The Coven’s caress stretched on, their hands and mouths relentless, the manor a temple of our shared lust, the night a blur of ecstasy as they claimed me fully. Chapter Three – Coven’s Communion The manor’s chamber transformed into a haven of shadows and silk as the night wore on, the candles burning low, their wax dripping onto the velvet-draped platform where we lay entwined. My body was a canvas of their desire—bruises on my hips and thighs, bite marks on my breasts, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger within me raged, a primal need fueled by the Coven’s unrelenting passion. The women loomed over me, their breaths heavy, pussies glistening with arousal, eyes locked on mine with a

She whined and tried to fuck herself on it. “Please Nate… faster. I need to cum.” “Not yet,” I said. I read a chat comment out loud like it was mine. “They say you sound like a desperate little whore. Beg nicely my little whore.” Chrissy’s face got red under the blindfold. “I’m your desperate whore! Please let me cum on it… my pussy hurts from waiting.” More tips rolled in. The super Tipper dropped another $300. “Choke her a little while you edge.”

The pen trembled in her fingers. *Sometimes I touch myself in the shower and I pretend it is him. I push two fingers inside me and whisper his name against the wall. I imagine him standing there, telling me to go faster, to go harder, until my legs gave out. I came last night thinking about his voice. I came so hard that my knees almost buckled.* Her writing turned messy, ink smudging from her grip. She squeezed her thighs around the diary, her hips lifting off the bed. She wanted more. She dropped her pen for a moment, reached under her pillow, and pulled out the dildo she had bought weeks ago.

My tits jiggling with every movement. He gripped my hips, guiding me and thrusting up to meet my rhythm. The wooden wall creaked around us. His cassock was bunched around his waist and my dress was bunched around my neck too. We were completely exposed in the middle of the church. He reached between us and rubbed my clit furiously. “Come on me again,” he growled. “Let God and the saints hear how much you love sinning on my cock.” I shattered for the third time, my pussy convulsing around him. Father Elias groaned loudly, buried as deeply as possible, and came with a guttural sound.

I moaned. "Mmm, just so long as I can still go to the gloryhole while you're at school," she purred. "You can do whatever you want to me." My mom was such a slut, and I loved it. * * * Max Green can wait for Chastity to be ready to have sex. When he takes her out on their chaste dates, he doesn't care about the blue balls he'll be getting because he's banging his mom whenever he wants. Mommy will be more than ready to satiate the lusts his girlfriend creates.