Erotic Castration Story Novels & Stories

EMMA My body was still trembling, thighs slick with our mixed juices, when Sarah lifted herself off me. Her face glistened with my cum, lips swollen and shiny. I lay there on the couch, naked and panting, my perky tits heaving, my shaved pussy still pulsing and leaking from the intense orgasm she’d just given me. Jake stood beside us, his thick cock still half-hard, glistening with the last drops of his own release. The sight of his cum streaking across Mom’s ass and my thighs made my clit throb all over again.

Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try. She surprised me with what she did next. She held her hand up in front of my face. Then she lowered it between her legs and caressed herself. When she brought it back to my face, it was dripping with the honey that had lain in wait behind her lips. The smell of that sweet nectar shattered my resolve. I took her wrist in mine and began to lick the juices from her hand. My arousal went from mostly hard to rock solid with one taste. I was lost to reason -- she would be mine.

As soon as Erika arrived at the mansion, one of the servants led her inside, and after showing her the way to her master's room, he left. By this time, Erika was completely red, her hand was shaking and her skin was sweating. Due to the side effects of having combined different aphrodisiacs. The woman entered the man's room and was not surprised to see him sitting on a leather piece of furniture next to a bed, with his member fully erect in a vigorous manner. Chad, raised his hand and motioned for her to come closer, Erika locked the door, and as Chad had asked her to do, she approached him. The man, smiled at her as he said. -I see you came prepared, I can see the need you have, the carnal

"Erica, I was ashamed. How could I explain that I had an erectile dysfunction from an explosion? It was embarrassing. The times I went out, it was to my doctor and the time you caught me in the bathroom, I was so frustrated that I was trying to force an orgasm. It worsened my situation.” He squeezed my hands even tighter. Something about his story felt off. When I saw him in the bathroom, his cock looked fine to me. Maybe it was my mind playing tricks on me, making me see what it wanted me to see. "Erica, I appreciate everything that you did today–” He kissed the back of my hand tenderly. “–It means a lot to me. I just need to get better." I felt a strange feeling in my chest. I wasn't angry

Petrov trailed his hand back to the boy's puckered hole as he asked, "Do you usually watch p**n or just use your imagination when you jerk off?" Tim jerked a little as Petrov trailed a finger over his asshole, but answered honestly, "I usually watch p**n or read erotic stories, doctor." Petrov smiled as he replied, "That's good to hear, Tim. An erotic story can be much more descriptive than a p**n scene. Most young boys can't get enough p**n and it's nice when a young man takes the time to read a good erotic story. Which websites do you prefer for your stories?"

He chuckled, his fingers lingering on the zipper and mouthed cheekily, "I don't think I am, tigress. Trust me when I say the number of pairs of legs I've thrown over my shoulders is twice my age." That made me cringe. "So? And I didn't need to hear that information," I responded, faking a gag. "In other words, I've screwed a lot of women and so I know for a fact what a moan sounds like when I hear one. And that pretty much sounded like a moan to me." "No, I didn't moan," I said, standing my ground. "That wasn't a moan." "What was that then?" Eric inquired, his hand still on my back. He was obviously not convinced and I didn't need to look at him to know that.

Just before he could come, she pulled off completely and squeezed the base of his cock hard. Ezra cried out in frustration, hips jerking uselessly against the cuffs. She repeated the torture. Slow, deep strokes with her hand. Long, wet sucks that made obscene sounds. Every time he got close, she stopped. Pre-come poured from his cock now, coating her fingers and dripping onto his stomach. His lean body trembled. Sweat covered his chest. “Please… I need to come.” he begged after the fourth time. “Not yet,” Claudia said calmly.

It was my spirited pugnaciousness they were applauding. We walked sideways into the rough, uneven-surfaced fighting ring. Caprica held up her hand. "How much damage to your scrotum causes permanent injury?" "I'm not sure," I remained wary. "I've had hot wax poured over them, and then my tormentors ripped the congealed mass off, along with all my pubic hair, without undue effect."

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.

“Did you cheat on Grand Luna Vanessa?” “Yes.” They were taken aback by my blunt reply. Wasn't that what they wanted to hear? “With who?” The young elder asked. He seemed rather too desperate to crucify me. Just like Trent. “There have been countless girls. At bars. At nightclubs. When I left the Pack for two years. I can't give you a fucking list.” The conflicted look on their faces was a chef’s kiss. As for Trent, he looked like he was gonna explode very soon.