Erotica Historical Novels & Stories

*A/N* Just so you know, BDSM or Bondage Discipline, Dominance Sado-Masochism was actually practiced in earlier days around 5th Century and popularized in clandestine 14 Century. The medieval phenomenon of courtly love in all of its slavish devotion and ambivalence has been suggested by some writers to be a precursor of BDSM. And was way brutal and painful than the modern day like, but copper engraving on your skin? Anyway, I didn't elaborate that act because I'm really not a fan of it but, to somehow show how rambunctious the character is, jumping from one guy to another like hell no, kid, you have too much itch in you girl? Hahaha.

seductive tattooed back for Lauren. The historian bit her lower lip as she wrapped around her from behind and kissed her nape, bringing her hard to her, snuggling her over her thighs, feeling her cock tighten between her thighs and her upturned ass. Karila bent her head back as she felt the member so close to her aroused entrance, she was eager to feel filled again, just as Lauren's strong tension holding her by the waist from behind made her even more aroused with the kisses on her neck. slow.

She was floating, weightless, still held securely by the arms behind her back and the hands between her thighs. "How do you know such things?" She asked trembling. "Gemma collects books on methods of making love. One of her favorites is a handwritten translation of the Tang dynasty. A guide for men to increase stamina through accumulation. my pleasure for as long as possible." His fingers pulled away, and he stroked the flesh inside her thighs with butterfly-like lightness. "And it makes mandatory provisions for the benefit of health...to increase bone strength...improve blood quality...ensure longevity." "Tell me a little bit," Torcia said, swallowing hard as his hand cupped over her, the b

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

“Later, Owen. We need to map this place first,The captain gonna be mad if we take more time. But yeah… my pussy is throbbing just thinking about it.” I turned and kissed him hard. His tongue pushed into my mouth and I sucked it. My hand rubbed his dick through his suit. We broke apart and continued walking. We moved on.The next room had old stone carvings on the walls. I ran my fingers over them. They showed tentacles wrapping around naked women. The women had their legs spread wide and their mouths open.“These pictures… they’re filthy. Like the things in the walls used to fuck people.” Owen stood behind me and ground his cock against my ass. “You getting ideas, Elara? You want something thi

" She then guided my hand through the slit in her sarong and pushed it against her pussy. It was drenched, and as I gently slid my fingers around in the warm juice, she said, "You should write that down and send it into the P**n-erotica website where they have all those dirty stories." "Literotica," I corrected her. "Maybe I will." I retracted my hand from between her legs, and put my fingers in my mouth. After a long, thoughtful suck, I said, "Hmm. Needs more basil, I think." She laughed, and fished her hand inside my towel, wrapping her hand around my swollen cock. "I think it could use some sausage," she replied.

The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.

Sean took my right hand and planted kisses all over it , then he looked at me and said; "Hold it and feel it ,can you do that ? " . I was hesitant and he sensed it ,he slowly guided my hand down to his bulge and I gasped when I felt it . Sean's peni* was big ,erect and hard, really hard . "Now feel it " he told me. I felt it but stopped,too scared to continue. "Larissa,hold it and feel it like it's yours " Sean commanded. I did as he said and heard a moan escape his lips. Sean shifted my hand to the bed and gently inserted his tip into me,I felt a sharp pain and screamed.

he lied, pumping faster. Lila gave a soft, fake whimper and patted his back like a tired mother comforting a child. When he finally came, it was weak and brief. He pulled out and his cum was barely leaking from her pussy. She didn’t even clench or feel it. Marcus hated it. He was a man who craved power, control, and raw depravity. But their sex life had turned into a polite chore. That was why he’d spent a small fortune on the obsidian mirror.

JULIA When I woke up, Lisa was still sleeping. I pulled out the list Janet gave me and looked it over more closely. Electro stimulation, hot wax, figging. What the hell was figging? Janet had done a lot more research than I'd done before deciding to become a sex slave. I didn't recognize half the stuff on her list. Some of the stuff we'd already done. Erotic spanking, stripping her nude, collaring her. Some humiliation, making her masturbate while I was on the phone with Chen, then telling him what she was doing. Light bondage and blindfolds, check. Sexual denial check. She hadn't texted me last night to say she'd cum and she was masturbating every hour she was awake. Nyotaimori, I had no cl