Playboy Stories Novels & Stories

“You have a point. And that’s why I want to share the basics with you. There's no need to follow my example; just grab the pole and dance. You can twerk, wine, or even do a split twerk. As long as the men are interested, it counts as stripping.” Two ladies on the other side, spinning around in the pool, stopped and turned to face us. One of them giggled, “Yes, Yvonne. Besides, I can’t wait to try one of those tricks I learned from you. I discovered it causes men to cum while seated.”

I had arrived at The Dungeon of Desires, a clandestine BDSM club hidden away in the heart of the city, where only the most depraved and perverse souls dared to tread. As I adjusted my black mask, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation coursing through my veins. The dim lighting cast an eerie glow across the room, revealing various stations of depravity: whipping posts, spanking benches, and an array of torture devices that would make even the most hardened masochist shudder.

We continued to f**k like this but then as we were getting more turned on we both knew we needed more stable surroundings. ‎I could feel each piercing hitting different spots in my p***y that I never thought possible. ‎ ‎"You wanna ride me baby?" he asked and all I could do was nod. He pulled out and carried me out of the pool and found a pool chair. He lay back and I got up and straddled him. The head of his c**k rubbed against my clit as I took him in, the piercings followed soon after, setting off those sparks. Once his c**k was nestled deep in my p***y, I began to ride him.

With trembling hands, I reached for the stack, lightly brushing my fingers over the slick cover of the topmost issue. Squeezing my eyes shut, I drew in one final fortifying breath. Then, bracing myself, I slowly turned the magazine over to face me. My breath caught in my throat as I took in the high-definition image gracing the glossy cover. But it wasn't my face staring back at me - rather the arrogant smirks of Damien and Lucinda as they posed in a tender-looking embrace. I collapsed back against the table, hugging the magazine to my chest as the weight of success crashed over me.

She just wanted the raw, uninhibited friction of the man who had torn the world apart to keep her in his dark. Leo let out a raw growl, his hand diving beneath her black pencil skirt, his fingers bypassing her lace underwear to find her completely soaked and throbbing for him. He didn't ease into it. Driven by the unhinged devotion of a man who had almost lost his absolute obsession, he entered her with a sharp, heavy thrust that made Gia’s head snap back against the cushions, a loud, breathless cry dying in the back of her throat.

I ground myself against him, needing to feel every inch of him. A low groan of pleasure escaped his throat. He lifted me effortlessly and pressed me against the cold wall, holding me close as our lips never parted. My legs wrapped tightly around his hips while his hands squeezed my breasts through the thin fabric of my dress. With one smooth motion, he unzipped his pants, revealing the magnificent beast beneath. He was built like a stallion , strong, commanding. Still kissing me fiercely, he pulled out a condom from his pocket. Stepping back just enough, he rolled it on, then positioned himself at my entrance. Our eyes met for a moment, an unspoken promise passing between us.

Forbidden Pleasures Twisted Guardian 7 Claimed In The Glass The next morning, the air inside the penthouse felt incredibly thick, almost like smoke that was too heavy to breathe. Leo’s promise from the night before was still hanging over me, making my heart beat fast before I even got out of bed. He stood right behind me in front of the big mirror while I got dressed for work. His hands were large and warm, and he placed them firmly on my hips, holding me in place so I couldn’t turn away. The skirt he had chosen for me from the closet was dangerously short. It was a black, tailored piece of fabric that barely reached the middle of my thighs, and every time I took a small step, the hem teased

A smile crept onto my face as I adjusted my grip on the novel, its cover barely hiding the kind of story that made my heart race. A dark, depraved mafia romance. It had a male lead who didn’t ask permission so much as demand surrender. A man who played with consent the way a composer toyed with notes—artfully, deliberately, with the kind of confidence that made my skin prickle and my thighs press together. One that was over too soon. The kind of book I devoured in a fever and now I was in need of another. Most folks wouldn’t think of the local library as a treasure trove of scandalous reads, but I knew better. The librarians were in on the secret, intentionally filling the shelves with books

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“You were literally the hottest chick in school, and a lot, I mean a lot of guys wanted to f**k the shit out of you.” “And what about your hot billionaire boyfriend? I heard his bed game is really good.” “Ohh really, you heard his bed game is really good, and i don't remember you or anyone that information so I guess you heard it from a different bitch?” “I mean he f**ked a lot of bitches back in college.” Trace replied. “That scumbag, but yeah his bed game is really, but two d**ks is way better than one.” “You want to go another round before we take our leave?” Zack asked, rubbing her clits slowly with two fingers.