Hedonism Stories Novels & Stories

“Remember how you’d get all dressed up in barely anything under your clothes and we’d go to Coverts? We’d watch the other couples, get so turned on and fuck all night” I swallowed, my nipples tightening at the memory. I hadn’t thought about Coverts, the members-only swingers club, in years. Nathan and I were more watchers than swingers, watching everyone’s pleasure, which heightened our own. When we first began dating, we went often. Each time, we’d end up having some of the best sex of our lives.. We would role play or do some light kink. The last time we had gone to Coverts, Nathan was as fit as a horse. Or so we thought...

Damon pulled out, watching his cum drip from her well-fucked hole with a mix of satisfaction and regret. He tucked himself away, running a hand through his hair. “This changes nothing about my rules. It was a mistake.” Alia sat up on shaky legs, cum running down her thighs, and smiled. “It wasn’t a mistake. And we both know it won’t be the last time.” She straightened her dress and walked out, leaving him standing there amid scattered papers, the taste of forbidden pleasure still fresh. Professor Damon had finally broken. And Alia had never felt more alive

His eyes were haunted, but his cock stayed buried deep inside me, twitching with aftershocks. The addiction had consumed us both. We were spiraling faster now, fucking like animals in the house of God, risking everything. And the deeper we fell, the more I craved the moment it would all come crashing down. Because when it did, I wanted to be impaled on his cock, filled with his cum, screaming his name in damnation.

“Good. Because I have darker plans for you, little pet. One day I’ll share you. Let my most trusted men watch while I breed you. Maybe even let them taste what’s mine… if you beg nicely.” The filthy promise sent a fresh wave of arousal through her body. Aliyah was scared. She was addicted. And she was starting to realize she didn’t want this month to ever end. She wanted to keep begging for the Wicked.

Jace nodded weakly, murmured a ‘thank you’ and entered the elevator with his head hanging low. A faint smell of peppermint and lemon clung onto Jace’s skin as he shuffled around the hotel’s lobby, disposing the damaged glass and checking out quietly. Reaching his house, Jace curled under the shower and scrubbed his body so hard as if he could still feel his client’s palm lingering on him, until he couldn’t feel the overwhelming smell of peppermint again. He’d been reckless…too reckless. And that was about to cost him his job. How fucked up.

God, I’m turning him on as well. Thirst Trap returns carrying a bunch of things that look like sticks, but I quickly recognize those as a special type of incense. I’ve seen those in the black market while I was on a mission. I don’t know the specifics, but I do know they’ve been used for centuries as mild aphrodisiacs. Why are they doing this, though? I’m already longing for them, and I’m doing fine without this type of assistance. Why would they need it? Something tells me this is not as simple as it seems.

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

Sara His cock always tasted crazily good. That was why I kept coming back for more. I would say I was slowly becoming addicted to it, which isn't a good sign. He's Layla's father. Layla's my best friend. Someone I shouldn’t even have a dirty thought about. I had betrayed her and didn't even feel that guilty about it. And even now, with her downstairs, I couldn't think about anything else but getting pleasured by her father. Carson gripped my head tighter, shoving his cock deeper inside my mouth.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, but I didn’t stop sucking; I wanted him to see how badly I needed him, how I craved the feeling of being used. He increased the pace, his hips snapping forward like a piston. The wet, sloppy sounds of my mouth working his cock filled the room—gags, slurps, the occasional wet pop when he withdrew slightly. My jaw ached, but the pleasure of being dominated, of feeling his massive black cock stretch my mouth, outweighed the pain.

Saliva bubbled at the corners of my lips, dripping onto Thorne's legs Lucien and Draven stroked their dicks faster as they watched us. Lucien's red hair fell to the side, as he stroked the tip of his cock hard. "Look at our brothers using up her holes", he groaned. Draven grunted in agreement, his hand stroking his cock even faster. Their dicks were driving me crazy. Thorne thrusted his hips beneath me met my own movements in rhythm as his dick pounded my cervix. Cedric's dick fucked my throat hard.