Noncon Erotica Novels & Stories

However, before penetrating her, I put on a condom and slide slowly inside her, looking her straight in the eyes. "Oh!" I breathe with difficulty, absorbing her tightness and vigorous heat that burns me and makes me gasp violently. My heart races wildly. My blood boils eloquently in my veins. My breath is stolen and the fire grows with each firm thrust I give inside her. — You are deliciously tight, darling! — I can't hold back the words of pure ecstasy and I bite the other breast, taking care to pay attention to the previously abused breast. And with a few more strong thrusts, we explode at the same time. Without strength, I fall next to her on the bed and the silence is broken only by the

Readers should be aware of explicit sexual content, themes of power imbalance, graphic depictions of BDSM, intense physical and psychological humiliation, non-consensual undertones in a fantasy context, extreme kink practices including fisting, cock torture, edging, sounding, electro-stimulation, watersports, and double penetration, strong language, potential triggers related to authority figures, public exposure scenarios, and emotional distress, as well as the presence of dark, taboo elements that may not suit all audiences. Part 1

♕𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆♕ 𓆙mature content𓆙 𓆙contains abusive stuffs𓆙 𓆙murder𓆙 𓆙non-consensual / dubious consent sexual activities𓆙 Iғ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ. Iᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ғᴏʀᴄɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴛ� � ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍʏ ʙᴏᴏᴋ. Don't copy my work. This is based on my imagination.

Connor's hand shot out, aiming to grab my hair and yank me away but Adrien moved faster. He lifted me straight up off his lap and held me against his chest as he stood. A hot, thick gush of his cum spilled from inside me, dripping down my inner thighs and splattering onto the couch with an obscene sound. Connor recoiled for a split second, his eyes locked on the trail of fluid, and then his rage redoubled. He lunged again, this time for my arm.

I snickered when Erica's face twisted into a grimace, "it felt wrong, though. I don't know how to describe it..." Erica's eyes widened and she leaned half her body over the circular table between us, dropping her voice to a harsh, seething whisper, "Did that asshat force himself on you?" "No," I shrieked, shaking my head vehemently, "Gosh no, of course not. It was consensual but it just didn't feel right. I really don't know how to explain it."

She shuddered at the thought of having that man's short dick inside her. "I can't wait to taste the most popular pussy in this city, the one men can't seem to get enough of." He added, throwing off the towel that he had around his waist. Madison almost gagged at the small three inch thing in-between his legs, and even worse, it was erect! That was as big at it could get. "Nope! I can't!" She bolted towards the door. "I only deal with cocks, not penises." She spat before running out and slamming the door shut.

“This was the best I could find if we want to start with erotica again this evening. Well-made, female-oriented erotic movies are few and far between. This is a series of short films, so each is just a half hour. That would leave us more time, which might be smart if we want to practice with the vibrator before we move on to intercourse.” Nodding absently, I studied the DVD cover. “Is this as good as the one last week?” “Not quite. It’s good made for women and not tacky. But the stories are not as well written. It’s the best I could find with business-type male leads. Manual laborers tend to be more popular painters, carpenters, pool boys, you know.” I sneered faintly at that inexplicable fa

James’ hand moved from mine down to his crotch, readjusting himself. Huge men were wandering around stroking themselves and searching for the next hole to stick their dicks into. Couples were having shit against the wall, on the floor, in the window seat, and on the desk. Three women were also having shit together. Each table had a bowl of condoms displayed like candy. The grunts, moans, and screams instantly made me damp between my legs, and the room was filled with the smell of latex and cum.

A cloth, a reel of condoms, and a card dropped on the desk. I hooked my finger under my nose. Odessa stepped back. I grabbed a pen and lifted what seemed to be an underwear in the air. The soiled boxers swung on the pen. “What in the world!” Odessa examined the garment. “Is that semen?” For fuck sake! I groaned and dropped the pen and boxers in the nearby bin. Odessa snatched up the package, reading. “There is no returning address.” I turned my head to read the card. No handwriting. Some fucker thought it was funny to piece cut out letters from magazines on a white card. ‘A gift to my precious omega’. Wow! What was this world coming to?

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