Novel & Cerita Erotic Bdsm Stories

I opened eagerly, taking him between my lips, sucking and licking while he threaded his fingers through my hair. Seraphine lay beneath me, her mouth returning to my breasts, fangs piercing again in shallow, teasing bites that sent sparks of pleasure through my already sensitive body. Lucian and Viktor took turns feeding from my shoulders and back, their mouths leaving trails of cooling bites across my skin. The rhythm built once more. Elias pounding into me from behind, his hips slapping against my ass with wet, obscene sounds. Damien fucking my mouth with controlled thrusts, careful not to choke me yet giving me enough to taste the salty precum mixed with the lingering flavor of my blood. S

A gift for all my slow romance erotica lovers, a short story from: dividing and conquering the professor I,II,III Lily's POV With my tongue tucked in my cheeks, I press the new toy against my pussy wall and the strong vibration causes my body to shake. “Ahh…” the small whimper that slips out, bounces off the bathroom wall. Biting my lips and pressing my thighs together only makes my moans come out louder. It's been too long since I got fucked, too long that a vibrator feels like paradise to me at the moment.

“Not bad… but we’re far from done.” She dismounted, cum trickling down her thigh, and bent over the desk once more. “Again. From behind. Show me how much you want this future I control.” The second round was slower still, more sensual, with Ethan learning her body’s responses. She guided him to lift one of her legs onto the desk for a deeper angle, her second orgasm crashing over her moments before he filled her again with another powerful creampie.

This was everything she'd jerked off to—real, raw, and happening right in front of her. As her eyes darted around, taking in more of the chaos, the acts only got wilder. Over by the staircase, someone had a string of anal beads buried deep in their partner's ass, a curvy guy on all fours, moaning like a whore as his dominant pulled them out slowly, one fat bead at a time. Each pop elicited a sharp scream of pleasure, his cock twitching and leaking pre-cum onto the floor as his hole gaped and winked invitingly. The dominant, a tall woman in nothing but heels, smirked, leaning down to lick around the stretched rim before pushing the beads back in, starting the torment over.

He rubbed faster, shaft gliding over her clit, pre-cum mixing with her wetness. Viktor stirred—deep grunt in his sleep. They froze. Snoring resumed. Dominic leaned down—lips brushing her ear. “I just want to feel you,” he whispered. “Just like this.” He kept grinding—slowly, torturous—his cock sliding through her lips, bumping her clit on every upstroke. Isabella’s hands fisted the sheets. Her body trembled. She was close. So was he. He pressed harder—shaft flattening against her clit and rocked in tight circles.

You will encounter moments of intense passion, where the boundaries of pleasure are pushed to their limits, and instances of raw brutality, where the darkest aspects of human nature are laid bare. As you navigate this journey, you will be confronted with the raw intensity of BDSM, where the balance of pain and pleasure is a delicate art. You will witness the power dynamics of manipulation and submission, where control can be both a weapon and a gift. And you will be drawn into the irresistible allure of the forbidden, where the thrill of danger heightens every touch, every whisper, every breath.

, I whispered as I tucked my lip between my teeth, gathering my thoughts. "What—", he asked. "BDSM, I want you to dominate me", I said quietly.

"Wait. Both of you? At the same time?" "Well, yes," Sinbad said, his tongue darting out to lick the shell of my ear. "But if you want to take us one at a time, we don't mind watching. Though I have to admit, I want to taste the flavor of every single one of your holes tonight. I want to lick you clean, and then I'm going to fuck each of them once I've tasted how sweet you are." I whimpered, my hand reaching down instinctively to touch myself through the wet lace of my thong. I was sopping wet. I could feel the cream sliding down my thighs, ruined by months of neglect and now overflowing because of these two monsters.

I accepted his lips into mine with pleasure. I moaned into his mouth. I never thought it'd feel this good. I put one hand behind his neck and the other on the dick, slowly stroking it. I raked his mouth, feeling him buck his hips to match my strokes. He must have been close when I walked in, because his cock throbbed in my hand like a volcano about to explode. I released him from the kiss. "Don't cum yet, okay. We're just getting started", I said as I released him from the hold. I got off the bed and knelt on the ground. He followed, putting his legs on the floor as i traced kisses up his thigh.

He was never late. I leaned back slowly, taking deep breaths to calm the heat burning in the pit of my stomach as fragments of my research replayed inside my head. BDSM contracts. Consent. Dominants. Submission. Orgasm denial. The words alone had kept me awake half the night. And the truly terrifying part? If Maxwell asked, I knew I would give him almost anything. Actually I would give anything. The realization made my cock twitch hard beneath the table, I squeezed my thighs together.