Hedonism Stories Novels & Stories

I didn’t know how it would happen, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I spent the rest of the afternoon recovering….my asshole was still deliciously sore from how hard I’d bounced on that thick dildo. I took a long shower, cleaned up everything and hid my new toys properly this time. I also got my OnlyFans account fully restored like he told me to. A few new subscribers joined after I posted a quick “I’m back 😌” teaser.

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

He was never late. I leaned back slowly, taking deep breaths to calm the heat burning in the pit of my stomach as fragments of my research replayed inside my head. BDSM contracts. Consent. Dominants. Submission. Orgasm denial. The words alone had kept me awake half the night. And the truly terrifying part? If Maxwell asked, I knew I would give him almost anything. Actually I would give anything. The realization made my cock twitch hard beneath the table, I squeezed my thighs together.

2. PREYE Dad left years ago after the separation, so it’s just me and Mom back home. She’s been grinding through everything alone, and I’ve gotten damn good at hiding my secrets. I’m straight as fuck. Men do it for me hard,thick heavy cocks stretching my pussy wide open, gagging on dick until my eyes water and spit runs down my chin, that rough BDSM shit where a guy ties me up and treats my holes like his personal cum dump. Nothing beats sucking cock though. Feeling it throb and swell on my tongue, swallowing every thick rope when he’s earned it.

I Find Joy In Fucking Strangers (3) Madelyn's POV The convention center in downtown Chicago was a madhouse of noise and ambition and I’d come for a home goods trade fair — pretending I was scouting new suppliers for a fake small business I didn’t actually own. Truth was, I just wanted to be surrounded by strangers in suits and tight dresses, letting the energy of the place make me feel alive.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

"I should report them for being a bunch of exhibitionists. Shameless." "Oh, it's fine. If we ignore them, then it would mean we're the bigger people." Karina found herself saying quickly. She might insult Adam and Leslie, but that didn't mean she didn't want what they wanted. "We are the bigger people for putting up with this rubbish," Jim told her, grabbed a piece of bagel from the fridge, and walked out of the kitchen, leaving Karina to her newfound addiction: coffee and watching the couple next door fuck each other.

It took almost three hours of typing and his encouragement until I had fully unloaded my crappy life onto his shoulders. As he started to tell me more about himself, I found that he was a 55-year-old man who lived about five hundred miles away from me and had led a not dissimilar life. He had been married and divorced twice, and his current wife was not sexual at all. He had been using the chat room as an outlet for his sexual frustrations for two years now and occasionally wrote erotic stories for an online site. All his stories were about his fantasies of having sex with another man, although he claimed he had only tried it twice—neither time was all that satisfying. I asked him to direct

She wasn't sure what she would do with herself when the contract expired. Damon opened the door without knocking. He entered the room wearing black pyjamas bottoms. His chest was bare. Ara stared at his sculpted body. Damn, he had such a sexy shape. “Tonight’s chapter is about a cold billionaire who becomes obsessed with the erotic writer under his roof. He fucks her in every corner of his domain. He ruins her until she understands she belongs to him completely.” "That sounds very familiar," Ara smiled. "So I expect you to do a good job."

They wanted it big. She loved the idea. A big wedding was always her dream since childhood. She told Dominic about her wedding scrapbook she made when she was younger and Dominic promised to bring that to life. He was the sweetest man ever. She couldn’t hurt him like that. She had to tell him about the night she had with Jax a few years ago. But she was scared…scared he’ll leave her. Everything had just started going smoothly in her life. She didn’t want to ruin it with something like that.