Erotic Bdsm Stories Novels & Stories

She was twenty-four at the time, fresh out of her master’s program, wearing a simple navy dress that looked elegant on her and completely out of place among the glittering crowd. She had this quiet, earnest way of speaking about coral reefs and sea turtles that made the rest of the room feel loud and fake. I was thirty-four, already running my own architecture firm, and known in certain private circles as someone who liked control in the boardroom and everywhere else. I had been a fan of BDSM for over a decade. Safe, sane, consensual scenes with experienced partners who knew exactly what they were signing up for. Whips, cuffs, ropes, rules, praise and punishment, it was part of who I was. Bu

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“But to be honest, Erna, I like your idea just now about harnesses. Can I include that in my next story idea? Do you mind if I ask a few questions regarding BDSM relationships?” Dania's eyes filled with curiosity. “Yeah… sure. Why not?” Erna said, a little hesitant. “If you don't mind–” “Oh, absolutely not! Some of my acquaintances who are also web novel writers also work on BDSM erotic genre stories. I was curious because according to my current calculations, it's a pretty popular genre." "I see," Erna nodded slowly, turning her body while pulling Bianca's hand. "We will talk later. We better get out now before we're too late."

David doubled his efforts, sucking her clit into his mouth, flicking it relentlessly with his tongue while one hand snaked between their bodies, his thumb pressing firmly against her asshole as he ate her. That was it. Her orgasm hit like a thunderclap. Her body went rigid, a raw, guttural scream tearing from her throat as she convulsed against his mouth. Her pussy fluttered and pulsed, a flood of wet heat coating his chin and lips. The vibrations of her scream traveled down her throat, massaging his cock, and it was too much.

A few minutes later she came hard, flooding my mouth with her sweet cum while she grinded on my tongue. She climbed off my face, breathing hard, then immediately slammed her cock back into my dripping hole. This time she fucked me mercilessly — fast, deep, and brutal. The bench creaked under us as she destroyed my pussy. She leaned down and bit my neck, marking me. “I’m going to make you cum so hard you forget your own name,” she promised. She reached between us and rubbed my clit in tight, fast circles while pounding me. The pressure built rapidly until I exploded.

His touch, his kisses, how he made me feel. No man has ever treated me like, I have heard of how horrible men could be when it came to sex, I had hated bdsm, breath play but when it came to him. He leaves me craving for more, I want his hands on my body, I want him choking me, I want to be his good girl. I love how his touches made my body react, how he dominated me like no man had ever done before. This is fucked up.

When she saw that he wasn't present even after another hour had passed, she stood again and then sighted the door that leads to the BDSM room he took her to the last time. She walked towards it carefully and opened the door, on opening it, she saw the same materials she had seen then there the last time only that there were large pictures of how the process looked like. She saw pictures of a man flogging a woman in the ass, she saw pictures of a woman sitting on a man's face, the man seemed to be eating her out. She saw pictures of a woman tied to a pole and being fingered. She saw all sorts of erotic pictures that she couldn't help but feel a tingling sensation in her pussy.

His name was Brice. "She's desperate to get laid, it's kind of pathetic," another guy added. "I'd sleep with her, but I'd have to tie her down first," a third guy chimed in, followed by laughter from the group. My nose flared, and my jaw tightened in anger. Ashton was engrossed in listening to Esther, but he couldn't help but notice a change in his physical sensations. His cheekbones grew sharper as he overheard a conversation nearby. "The whole BDSM thing is a total lie," a blond guy named Brice remarked, lying on the sheet. "Every time she gets involved in this capture the flag game, it's like she has an orgasm. Just watch her."

He inhaled sharply, drinking in the sight of my bare breasts before he lowered his head and took the hardened bud into his mouth. “Mmmm…Arggghhh!” Putting my hands around his neck, I moaned, as Ethan licked, sucked, and grazed my bud with his tongue and teeth. “Fuckkkk…” Maxwell had inserted his middle finger into my pussy. The feeling was overwhelming. Staring at my face, he worked them inside me and when he added a second, I nearly lost my mind. “Pleaseeee…don’t stop. Ohh Godddd. Fuck yessss.” Moans poured out of my mouth without restraint. I held Ethan tighter when his sucks became aggressive. My thighs were already shaking and my head was thrown back in ecstasy.

“Lying in that bed. Listening to you breathe down the hall. Stopping myself from fucking touch you.” “Make up for it,” Eli managed to say between moans, tilting his head back. They didn’t even get to the desk. Eli bent over a filing cabinet, one hand braced on the wall, the other gripping the top drawer. Dominic fucked him hard from behind, teeth gritting, thrusts sharp and punishing. “You like this?” Dominic hissed, slapping his ass. “Getting used like a fucking toy?” Eli groaned. “Yes—fuck—use me—”