Erotica Teddy Novels & Stories

He jumped at her touch, and she pulled at his pants. Suddenly, in a swift gesture, he took off her tshirt and sweater. She shook herself out her bra, and he leaned down to lick the puckering pink nipple. She was flooded with warmth and could feel herself getting wet. She’d been saving herself for a special occasion and a special man, but her body screamed instead, now, now, now. His lips were circling her nipples, while his leg spread her thighs wide so that she could ride against him. She rubbed herself against his leg, grinding against him, using the desk as leverage to find a place she wanted to reach, if only, if only….She wanted to touch him. She reached out to feel his cock and they bo

“When my cock is inside you, you call me Derick.” He yanked the top of my uniform down, exposing my breasts. A low growl escaped him as he palmed them roughly, thumbs flicking over my hard nipples. I arched into his touch, whimpering. He leaned down and sucked one nipple into his hot mouth, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. Pleasure shot straight to my clit. His hand pushed my skirt up to my waist. He hooked his fingers into my soaked panties and tore them down my legs, stuffing the ruined fabric into his pocket like a trophy.

My breath caught in my throat at what I saw inside. A full BDSM kit filled the drawer. Black leather hand cuffs, a black spiky leather collar with a ring, a thick leather paddle, a soft flogger with multiple tails, a red blindfold, a ball gag, nipple clamps with delicate chains, breast suction plugs, several lengths of soft black rope, a butt plug, a black vibrator, and a small bottle of lube. My eyes widened at the sight. Professor Charlie noticed my reaction. He stretched his hand and picked up the leather collar, allowing it to dangle from his fingers.

she called to me, voice husky over the music. “He's packing something serious.” Richard chuckled, low and deep, leaning in to growl something in her ear that made her shiver. She turned, facing him, and dropped to her knees right there in the pulsing crowd, her fingers fumbling with his belt. The zipper rasped down, and Jessica tugged his pants open, yanking them low enough to free his monster. Holy shit! It sprang out, thick and veiny, at least nine inches of dark, heavy cock, the head already slick. Her eyes went wide, mouth parting in awe as she wrapped her hand around the base, barely closing her fingers.

She said, "Don't worry about it. Look all you want. It's not like I'm going to lose anything." She really didn't care. She was showing off her smooth legs right in front of me and letting me stare all I wanted. I smiled back and said, "You're really something. Those are the prettiest legs I've ever seen." And just like that, we started chatting back and forth. It turned out that her name was Lauren Ward. She had a boyfriend, but he could never satisfy her. Every time they were together, he would be done after just a few moments. The more frustrated Lauren became, the more she craved release, so she started using toys to take care of herself.

The chrome cage shines in the dim light and Ted lets out a soft, muted laugh. “Someone’s clearly been a bad boy. Let’s show him how his wife is supposed to be fucked, Teddie. Show him how that thick cock can make her cream.” Your body trembles, your lust and want building as you watch his cock stretching her open with each deep stroke. You can hear your wife’s muffled moans, her tongue working across Cathy’s clit and picking up pace as her body starts to shake. Cathy reaches down and squeezes your wife’s hard nipples between her fingers.

Ariel I’ve always had a slut kink. I wanted to be manhandled, pulled, slapped, and fucked in every hole. But by who? That was the problem. I wanted someone strong enough to handle me and someone I was attracted to at the same time. I looked at the clock on my nightstand and it felt like it was mocking me. It had been exactly ten minutes since I’d swallowed the "special" tea I’d bought from that underground shop, and only two minutes since my boyfriend, Mark, had shattered my pride over the phone.

“He hung me up, I think. My throat’s been weird this whole morning. I thought I was coming down with something, but it felt kind of suffocating? So I think the doll probably got hung from something.” “Like those sunny dolls? What kind of kink is that?” I frowned and softly touched the doll’s neck. There was a sewing crease there, so it made sense for wrinkles to appear around that area. I could imagine the doll being tied up and hanging like a sunny doll. The more I looked, the more the sight of the crease began to irritate me. It almost looked like someone had wrapped a rope around its neck. I wanted nothing more than to smooth it out.

I’m going for husky but my voice comes out high, and I sound like a cross between Frenchy from Grease and Jeanette the Chipette. In answer, I get a kiss—slender, tender lips moving against mine, grapefruit gloss charming my taste buds. “Maybe,” she murmurs, sincerely uncertain. We keep kissing. I begin to undress Taryn, to reveal her appeal. Taryn’s body is a potpourri of swerves and slopes and swoops. Her teats pucker like the tips of lemons and her fuzzy swatch of hair curls like the tips of chocolate chips. I touch her skin, pale and pliant and softer than cash- mere.

His voice was mocking, and I shivered. There was one more toy left in that drawer, and it was the only one I still hadn’t used. The remote egg vibrator. I shuddered, excitement buzzing through me. “Now what should we do?” His fingers trailed my skin from the side of my breasts to the side of my hips. Slowly and teasingly. “Do you have any ideas, doll?” I wanted to scream at him, to beg, to plead. But I just kept my mouth shut and swallowed all the words. A slap ended on my pussy and I cried out. I tried to close my legs, but I still couldn’t move them.