Gynarchy Stories Novels & Stories

My family would have been humiliated. So I married him knowing he would never really want me. Never really satisfy me. Never give me what I needed in bed. And I decided right then that I wouldn't settle for a sexless marriage just because my husband preferred dick. The mechanic doesn't know about the neighbor's brother. The neighbor's brother doesn't know about the mechanic. My husband doesn't know about either of them. And I'm keeping it that way. Because this arrangement works. I get the hard rough sex I crave. I get variety. I get to explore every kink and desire my body has without judgment or hesitation.

THEMES: Care and After care, Revenge, Mushy- strained confession, Non- sex KINKS: Touch- Her- And- Die, LENA'S POV I'm at a quiet spot in a club-------- a rare spot--------- crying my eyes out. Fuck I can't continue this way, I can't keep fucking that... that gizzard. But I love my job, I can't lose it. I sniff as I wipe at my face, only for more tears to flow; I can't believe I enjoyed it.

Narissa whispered. Abigail continued fucking her friend with her fingers. Renee joined them and brought out Narissa's breast from her top and began to circle the nipple with her tongue while playing with the other breast. They all continued to fuck each other. Sucking and grinding on each other's pussies until they were satisfied. Then Narissa turned to Yasmine and had the other women spread her legs open wider before taking a full-bodied picture of her. “We don't want to see you near our men again or else this picture goes public.”

She brightened up considerably at that. "Are you joking? I wish she were my mother. Aunt Ginny is an independent, forward-thinking woman. She is a feminist. She refuses to live by rules and conventions. She doesn't care what people say or think about her. She said she doesn't want to put her fate in someone else's hands, that's why she never married. She told me, marriage is a servile institution created by men to legalize domestic servitude and sexual slavery. And within marriage, women are deprived of their basic rights to make their own choices in life, and are reduced to a broodmare, a chattel of her husband."

The group chat had been buzzing for weeks: six authors, all women in their late twenties to early thirties, finally coordinating an in-person meetup after years of online collaboration. They’d been workshopping an anthology of interconnected erotica stories—steamy, character-driven pieces that blurred lines between desire, power, and vulnerability. Zainab had been the quietest in the group, always thoughtful with her feedback, never flashy, but when the venue discussion stalled (hotels too expensive, coffee shops too public), she typed the offer without overthinking it.

It wasn’t that I cared all about the sex, you know what, scratch that, I cared all about the good sex I wasn't having. “Are you serious?” Helen asked in disbelief. "But you said he always ate you out.” “He does, but that doesn’t mean he’s good at it.” I rubbed a hand over my face. “I have to fake an orgasm just to get him to stop because it’s so bad.” Lauren and Helen looked at me with pity. This is why I hated over sharing, I prayed the ground to open up and swallow me. “Have you told him about it? Have you guys had a talk about his deficiency?" Helen asked. I couldn't tell if she was mocking or pitying me at this point.

ARC 17: LAST CROWN CAPTIVE WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit non-con and dub-con breeding sex, heavy objectification, degradation, collaring, shock control,rough gang breeding, forced impregnation themes, power imbalance. There's also a total loss of autonomy in a brutal setting. It is intended for mature readers only. Proceed only if you consent to fiction that explores dark desire without restraint. ------- Kaelin's pov Several decades ago, the Fall began with what we called the Purity Wars.

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

We did more positions as they tried to release all their loads in my mouth, inside my pussy, my chest, all over my body. That night wasn’t the last time we had a threesome. It continued for the rest of our stay on that island. Even after we came back home, we were still doing it. Sometimes it’s only me and Mortel. Sometimes it’s me and Roscoe, and most of the time the three of us. To keep ourselves healthy and clean, we were having a regular check up and made sure that everything was under control. A month later… I was looking at the pregnancy test as the two lines flashed on it. I gulped and shook my head, tears started to roll down my eyes.

I groaned and bucked up into her, and she started to grind slowly. “Fuck me... ah... like you want to fuck all of us ‘white-hot girls’ Gawd... I couldn’t care about protection. Ahhh...” She leant down and placed kisses on my lips, my cheeks, my neck. “I want you to cum inside me. And then you and I are going to fuck all those girls, and we’re going to fuck each other, and maybe we’ll ask that tall girl to join us so we can fuck any girl we like in every hole and you can cum inside them and cum all over them and I will lick it the fuck off but every night, you come back to me and you put on that strap-on and you fuck me in both holes at once. Hanh! Now, you cum inside me. You do it right NOW!