Ddlg Erotica Novels & Stories

Her pussy was glistening, lips swollen and pink, clit begging for attention. Elena grabbed her vibrator, turned it on the highest setting, and pressed the buzzing tip hard against her throbbing clit. “Ahh… fuck…” she moaned, biting her lip. She closed her eyes and replayed the grocery store moment on loop. Mr. Lorenzo’s strong arms. The way his eyes had darkened when they roamed over her body. In her fantasy, he didn’t walk away. He pushed her against the shelves, his big hand sliding up under her short skirt, fingers finding how dripping wet she was for him.

"This place... it might be a bit much. If it freaks you out, we can turn right around and leave. No pressure." Jay reached up, his fingers lightly brushing over the edge of my mask. "Open the door, Jake," he murmured softly, his eyes heavy with arousal. My heart hammered against my ribs. I turned the handle and pushed the heavy door open. The red room was dimly lit, drenched in deep crimson light and thick with the scent of leather, sweat, and heavy perfume. Everywhere you looked, bodies were entangled. Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys.

Gil teased her. Maan blushed even more and had difficulty swallowing her food. “ That’s what I was wondering. There was something weird…Do you think it was the wine? But I don’t think they would drug us or something…” Maan said thoughtfully. “No, I don’t think it’s the wine but I guess it was the candle. I think it's not ordinary scented candles but aphrodisiac candles. Good thing we did not light it up for too long or we’ll be at it till morning.” Gil laughed while shaking his head but Maan’s eyes widened with realization.

“I’ve had a long day at work. All I want to do is watch Sage squirm for you.” I lay back on the bed, my head on the pillows and my legs spread wide for Laila. She crawled closer up the bed toward me, on her hands and knees, stuck her ass up into the air, and dipped her head between my thighs. Fingers pulling my folds apart, she glided her tongue across my clit. Constantino rested one knee on the bed behind Laila, his large hands all over her ass. He undid his pants and pulled out his cock, positioning himself at her entrance. When he pushed himself into her, she moaned against my clit, making me clench harder.

I moan out loud. I can almost feel the scrape of his day old stubble on my inner thighs, the way he’d growl against my pussy saying, “You’ve been touching this needy little cunt thinking about me every night, haven’t you, Lila? Such a desperate, dripping slut for your best friend’s brother.” My free hand flies to my breast, playing with the nipples until it stings. I push the dildo impossibly deeper, chasing that brutal spot inside me that makes my vision blur.

This is a lesbian erotica story, enjoy! “Bang!” I jump, looking behind me. My best friend, Joanna, eyes me as I stare at myself in the mirror, flipping her hair over her face. She smiles, “You do realise it’s my wedding night, right?” I turn swiftly, my hand resting on my hips as I glare at her. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” She laughs, quenching my anger instantly. “Meaning why don’t you come help me with my hair instead of primping yourself for Jimmy.”

Kinks: possession, doll fetish, rough sex Lila lay in her bed, the soft glow of her nightlight casting shadows across the room filled with her collection of dolls. At eighteen, she still clung to these childish comforts, especially on nights when her mind wandered to the forbidden stories she read in secret—tales of dark magic and hidden desires that made her cheeks flush. Her bedroom was a sanctuary of pastel walls and stuffed animals, but tonight, an unease prickled her skin. She shifted under the thin sheet, her soft pale body clad only in a loose tank top and panties, the summer heat making sleep elusive. Her wide eyes stared at the ceiling, curious thoughts swirling about the porcelain

"That's right. Today's theme for the club is DDLG." "’DDLG’? What's that?" I asked, tilting my head. He took another drag. "It means Daddy Dom Little Girl. It’s a fetish dynamic.” A thrill shot through my core making it pulse when I realized how closely this theme resembled me and Mr. Williams' relationship. It was totally hot now that I understood. It wasn't as if I felt completely alone engaging in this type of dynamic before, but to think people purposely set out to find this and that there was a category for it was enthralling.

There were various poses, none of them displaying her pussy because her legs were crossed; it was the one classy thing about the pictures. She was surrounded by a variety of models, male and female, all displaying themselves. They were naked. The men’s cocks were erect. Kisses were exchanged between men and women, women and women, men and men. Fingers curled around and into sex organs. Penetration of all orifices was shown, penetration by fingers and cocks and toys. All the slaves surrounding Solange had nipple rings, male and female. Solange pulled the reference photos from the booklet and scattered them over the table. “You can see what I’m looking for, can’t you?”

Cool air hit her wet pussy, and she shivered. Damien pushed her thighs wide. He dropped to his knees on the floor in front of the couch. His mouth found her clit immediately, hot tongue flattening against it, licking slow then fast. Chloe’s hands flew to his hair, gripping tight. He sucked her clit between his lips, flicking the tip with his tongue while two fingers pushed inside her. She was soaked. The wet sounds filled the room as his fingers pumped in and out, tongue lapping at her swollen nub. He curled his fingers, hitting that spot inside that made her thighs shake.