Erotic Submissive Stories Novels & Stories

It was as much as she could do to keep her hand away from her pubis, the warmth doubled by the knowledge that Tony was sharing the same almost uncontrollable emotions. He brought out the rest, one after the other, an exotic feast of sensual delights, each more daring and innovative than the last. There was one of a woman wearing vaguely Eastern dress suggestive of a harem. She was on all fours, bending over so that her pudendum was in full view: the shadowed area between her legs, the plump wet labia fringed with hair. Her mouth encompassed the turgid prick of the youth beneath her. An older man straddled her, about to thrust a truly spectacular twelve-inch cock into the depths of her forbid

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Damien leaned in closer, his breath brushing against my ear as he spoke. “Be a good girl and spread your legs for me, Serena. Don’t make me ask twice.” My legs slowly fell open again, almost like they had a mind of their own. My hands were shaking as I slid one back between my thighs, gently rubbing my swollen, aching clit. Damien watched every movement with hungry eyes. “Louder,” he ordered. “Moan like you were before. I want to hear how much of a needy little slut you really are.” A broken whimper escaped my lips as I pushed two fingers inside my soaked hole, slowly pumping them in and out while rubbing my clit with my other hand. This is just like the books I read… am I not lucky?

“Says the Alpha who gave his Luna oral sex in dream land.” “That would actually a very interesting story plot.” “Exactly why we should be doing more adventurous things while fucking…to spice up our lives and make good story plots.” “Hmm.” “Yeah, you mentioned one time that Everlery likes writing…she can write erotica stories with what we do and who knows? We might be the inspiration to a bestseller book.”

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

He rubbed his tip along my dripping pussy, my back arching in response. “Do you want this dick you slut? I want to hear you beg for it like the good little whore you are.” I squirmed as I felt his big cock pulsate against my clit. “Pleas sir, I want you to fill me up with your cock.” Marcus smirked. “Good girl. That’s my good little pet.” He rammed his cocked into my hole immediately. My body jolted back from the sensation of being filled up to the brim. I gasped, my mind turning into a blank sheet as he slammed into me relentlessly.

They had made love for three hours and she had her first orgasm from penetration thinking about me. Our agreement allowed her to have her vanilla husband and her family, while I could have my silence and all the sex I wanted without having to answer to her. She was a sub in every sense of the word “substitute,” but she was not a sub in the sense of the word “submissive.” She had been eager in the beginning, when her curiosity had gotten the better of her, but I was tired of training a new submissive. I did not have the patience it took. I had to put up with her running whenever she was not restrained. She always had to be firmly restrained to avoid the excessive gyrating as well. But by now

His hands slid down her body, his touch firm and confident, as he guided her to the edge of the couch. Sadile felt a thrill of excitement as she realized what was about to happen, her body responding to the anticipation with a hunger that surprised even her. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, heavy and ragged, as Travis positioned himself before her, his eyes locked on hers with an intensity that made her heart flutter. She was dimly aware of Jenna moving closer, her presence adding a layer of eroticism to the already charged scene.

It was the taste of their prior coupling, the taste of her own submission. She established a rhythm, her head bobbing in the confined space, one hand wrapped around his base. The scrape of her teeth was accidental, making him hiss, and the sound—a break in his control—sent a jolt of dark power through her fear. She could do that to him. She focused on the physicality of it, the slick friction of her mouth, the way his girth stretched her lips, the heavy weight on her tongue. Her own arousal was a damp, aching throb, untouched and desperate.

Slower this time, grinding deep, making me feel every inch. “Say it again,” he demanded, reaching around to stroke me. “I’m yours, Vincenzo. Your hole. Your captive. Please don’t stop.” Round three he flipped me on my back, legs over his shoulders, staring into my eyes as he bred me again. I came hands-free, shooting across my chest while my hole milked him dry. He followed with a deep groan, pumping another load into me. We went four rounds total. By the end I was a shaking, cum-soaked mess, leaking everywhere, completely wrecked in his arms. He held me close, one big hand stroking my back almost tenderly.