Kink Erotica Novels & Stories

He took a chair and sat near her to watch her closely. While her tongue is now numb, she feels the sting on the clothespin clipped on her nipples. She closes her eyes and starts slowly caressing herself, imagining he’s the one touching her. She inserts one of her fingers inside and moves it gradually, she starts moaning softly and her legs start to close. He observes her intently, while slowly undressing himself. The sound arouses him, the sight satisfies his kink and boosts his ego. She whimpers loudly and he detects that she’s about to reach her limit. He then removes the clothespins from her chest and licks her nipples, then stops her from touching herself.

He grunted against my ear, holding me by one of his shoulders, as he knelt behind me. One of Dennis' legs remained bent, while the other was still on her knees. With that, he had more strength to pump in, and... Holy shit... I totally lost control in that position, but Dennis was good at reaching the best places with few movements. I cried when he pulled me by the hip with his free hand, hitting my ass against his groin. The sound of the palm of our skins, of the lasciviousness in its most perfect form, set me on fire. And it got even worse when the hand on my hip surrounded my thigh, easily finding my pussy, and his fingers began to torture my clitoris.

His body was a wall of heat and muscle, caging me in, his breath hot against my neck as his fingers—those long, calloused fingers from years of gripping motorcycle handlebars—plunged deeper inside me, curling with that expert, deliberate twist that made my knees buckle and my toes curl inside my sneakers. "God, Clara, you're so fucking wet already," he growled low in my ear, his voice a gravelly whisper that sent shivers racing down my spine. "Been thinking about this all morning? About me finger-fucking you right here, where anyone could walk by?" I bit my lip hard to stifle a moan, my hands fisting the front of his faded black tee, the fabric soft and worn from countless washes. His free h

The way her breath had caught when I touched her last week, the soft swell of her mound under my gloved fingers, the faint sheen of arousal I’d seen between her thighs when she thought I wasn’t looking. I leaned against the wall in the private room, unzipped my jeans, and pulled myself out. Thick and already leaking. The head flushed dark, a bead of precum sliding down the underside. I wrapped my fist around the base and stroked once—slow, deliberate—picturing her on my table again. Soft curves. Full tits straining against her bra. That delicate flush creeping up her neck when I’d said her skin took the lines beautifully. I remembered the others: Claire, married ten years, wedding band flash

I miss the Linda who would let me tie her up, who would beg me to spank her, who would do filthy, degrading things just to please me. So, I've resorted to more drastic measures. I've been secretly reading erotic stories online, watching kinky videos, trying to spark some inspiration. And that's when I stumbled upon the idea of consensual non-consent. The thought of Linda fighting me, struggling against my advances, only to give in and beg for more... it made my cock twitch with anticipation.

Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that Travis and Jenna promised. The night was young, and she knew that the pleasures that lay ahead would be beyond anything she could have imagined. As Travis's lips met hers once more, Sadile felt herself being drawn into a world of sensation, a world where pleasure reigned supreme, and she was the willing participant, the eager student, ready to learn, ready to explore, ready to surrender to the erotic dance that was about to unfold. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the walls, as the three of them moved in a rhythm as old as time, a rhythm that spo

I whispered as I saw it was an entire site dedicated to teacher student fantasies, Richard hadn't been kidding. I looked at the rows of small pictures of the videos and spotting a red head on her knees for her 'student' I clicked it. The video was only a clip and started out in the middle of the action with the teacher already kneeling and sucking on her pupil's huge cock. "Damn." I sighed as I watched her slowly suck while staring up at him. I licked my lips and thought about being in her position very shortly, but then again I wanted to go slow and ease him into it and I was getting paid per lesson.

“You want me to...” He nodded. “Suck your nipple. Suck it as if I were there.” I lifted one breast, bending down slightly, and allowing my tongue to circle my nipple. Within seconds, it was hard against my tongue. I sucked, flicking my tongue across both my nipples and around my areolas. An electric sensation coursed through my body as I slipped my hand between my thighs, stroking my already-sensitive clit. “Tell me what you’re doing,” he asked between ragged breaths as he stroked his dick, now visible, its head shiny and coated with a generous amount of precum. “Tell me.”

ARC 21 : SIREN’S FATAL EMBRACE WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content including lesbian smut, fingering, squirting, tribbing/scissoring, oral worship, tail penetration (anal and vaginal), double penetration with tongue and tail, rough degradation, and intense orgasm control. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to fiction that explores raw and unrestrained desire. ------- Eli/Elara's POV The wind whipped across the deck of The Iron Kraken carrying the reek of unwashed men. I kept my head down with my shoulders hunched, trying to blend in