Chastity Fiction Novels & Stories

Clara, one of the few maids I’d grown somewhat close to, was looking at me with concern. “You’ve been spacing out a lot lately,” she said, tilting her head. “And those dark circles under your eyes… Are you sleeping at all?” “Yeah, just tired,” I mumbled, forcing a weak smile and looking away. How could I possibly explain that I was up half the night touching myself while listening to Lord Blackwood fuck other women? That I wished with every fiber of my being that it was my pussy he was pounding instead? “Not used to the work here yet?” she asked gently.

Her eyes were dark and commanding. “Inside,” she said softly. The moment the door closed, she pushed him against it and kissed him with bruising intensity. “Tonight I’m not just going to fuck you,” she whispered. “Tonight I’m going to offer you something real. Something permanent.” She led him to the bedroom and pushed him onto the bed. From a drawer, she pulled out a heavy, permanent metal chastity cage , thicker and more secure than anything he had worn before. “This is what I’m offering you,” she said, holding it up. “Permanent chastity. No more orgasms unless I allow it. Stricter protocols. Daily denial. Complete mental ownership. You would belong to me in ways Mirabel and Mitchelle coul

I searched the internet for help on how to read myself of the curse. The truth found me. I was hungry…not for sex with a man but a specific fantasy that involved three men. I touched myself to videos that played my fantasy, let my mind get creative. It wasn’t until days ago that I found a place in my city. Turns out for a good price, you can live out your fantasies. And now, I was a free woman…ready to walk down the aisle without feeling like a horny wreck. “All done.” the stylist announced. I glanced at my reflection on the vanity mirror..

As you embark on this journey of passion and desire, I wanted to share a personal note with you. Each chapter in this spicy collection is a piece of love, crafted to ignite your imagination and awaken your senses. From steamy encounters to forbidden romances, I've poured my heart into creating worlds where inhibitions melt away and pleasure knows no bounds. But beyond the heat and sensuality, these stories are about more than just physical desire. They're about exploring the depths of emotion, the complexities of desires, and the power of attraction.

She certainly had the stamina and the inclination for unfettered depravity. The college girl was stirring again. Lafitte was amused that Marcy prodded her toe into Lisa's brown hole making the virgin roll her hips in an effort to get away from the invading digit. The middle-aged business woman dropped down onto Lisa's buttocks and pushed her into the cushions. He knelt behind the two females and stuck his throbbing cock alternately in each of their bottoms. He noted that the older female's brown hole was considerably tighter than the virgin's and he attributed that to the virgin using her back door to make up for the all the missed sex with her hymen encased vagina.

I didn’t care. I slid my lace panties, pussy juice soaked, to the side and let my four saliva dipped fingers rub over my wet clit vigorously in motions only I could decide. As I followed through with the instructions that were given by the female lead in my audio erotica.

I couldn’t resist—I climbed onto the mattress, lying back, spreading my legs as I imagined him above me. My hands slid under my skirt, teasing my soaked panties, my pussy clenching at the thought of his massive cock splitting me open right here. I rubbed my clit, moaning softly, picturing his rough hands pinning me down, his deep growl commanding me to take every inch of him. I accidentally slammed against the headboard, my body trembling as I heard the clank of cuffs—those same cuffs I’d seen Alpha Dante use to chain the she-wolf whores he fucked senseless.

No, this was the rush I lived for. I uncrossed my legs slowly, letting my short skirt ride up my thighs a bit as I sat forward, my full breasts pressing against my blouse. My nipples were already hard, rubbing against the lace of my bra. I smiled at him, bold as ever. “Because it’s exactly that, Dr. Black. The character isn’t surrendering out of love. She’s wet for the control, the way he pins her down with words and authority before he even touches her. It’s raw. It’s filthy. And pretending it’s just intellectual is bullshit. Don’t you think?”

I wasn't a vanilla, but there were things I'd not tried because my husband wasn't so interested with the freaky stuff. "Yes Stella. Never tried this before?" He asked. His finger slid out a little before slamming back into me. "Want me to stop?" I was torn, this might be my only chance to try all the freaky stuff before going back to my normal life, my normal husband. "Go slow" I said instead. "This is new" "That's my good girl" he pumped his finger slowly, in and out. When the weirdness had fizzled out, I realized how horny this made me. My fingers found my clit and I played with myself while he fingered my ass.

The circles are teasing, applying just enough pressure to make me aware of every nerve ending there. "What’s this?" I whisper, my voice shaky. Part of me wants to pull away, but the way he looks at me holds me in place. His stare is commanding, full of dark promise, rooting me to the spot despite my instincts. "Your tight little ass," he replies, smirking. "I’m going to take it, Chelsey. Every inch of you belongs to me now. I’m going to stretch you open and make you scream for more." His words make my core clench. An involuntary spasm ripples through me, sending fresh heat pooling in my belly. I nod, biting my lip. "I’ve... I've never... done that."