Pornography Novels & Stories

~~PEYTON~~ ⚠️ WARNING! ⚠️ **TRIGGERS** MFM Threesome Anal Sex (F/M) Delayed Orgasm Dubious Consent / Dominance Play Verbal Degradation / Intense Possessiveness Pain Infliction Gagging and Choking ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I bit my lower lip. "Why did you indulge, then?" "Someone made me very horny." My voice was only above a whisper but audible enough for him to hear. He did not act like he knew who I was speaking of, nor did he ask. Instead, he asked, "Do you watch porn?" I grimaced. "Ew, no. They are a stupid exaggeration of what the activity should be like. It disgusts me." He smiled and jotted down. He looked like he held a different opinion.

This was none of her business. She scrolled through a few more and then her cursor hovered over a website not like the rest. It was definitely a p**n site. No doubt about that. She bit her lip. What did Carl Salvo fantasize about in bed? Before she could think better about it, she clicked on it. Pictures of women being fucked filled the screen. Heart racing, she quickly scrolled down to see short videos and teasers. She couldn’t stop looking, her own body becoming aroused as she went through pictures of women sucking men’s cocks and women spreading their legs as men slipped inside of them. She didn’t dare turn on one of the videos, scared of coming right on Carl’s couch, but looked through t

♕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.

I turned on a slide with the basic information about Loto D'Oro. Walter raised his brows. “A spa salon?” “A sex business,” I corrected. Veronica rolled her eyes. “You want us to write about brothels?” My annoyance flared. “I want you to write about slavery, sex trafficking, rape, and all kinds of abuse with countless minors involved.” Silence fell. Cory leaned against the stone pillar and folded his arms across his chest. “You think this will trigger enough ‘outrage and hate’?” he asked dryly.

Carefully, I scrolled down, and there I saw more indecency than I had ever encountered in my entire life. They seemed to be videos available on the main page, and the preview images told me everything I needed to know. From a group of men with just one woman, to massive cocks, to anal play, a lot of it was stuff I couldn’t even find the words to describe. Okay, so I’ve touched myself plenty of times. Being thirty-seven, it's obvious I had a vibrator to play with whenever I needed a quick release.

The e-mail showed that Selena was Googling pornographic websites - specifically sites which catalogued and stored sex stories. As he checked the screenshots and the text which was being typed into the search bar, he found that she was looking for stories which dealt with S&M, dominance and submission, bondage and humiliation. The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later.

Lucy nervously adjusted her skimpy lingerie as she waited backstage, her heart pounding with anticipation and anxiety. At just 19 years old, she had never even considered doing p**n, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Her college tuition was due, and her part-time job barely covered rent. When the opportunity to be in an adult film presented itself, she jumped at the chance, despite having no experience in the industry or with anal sex.

The challenge had been simple, thirty days without sex, I’d barely made it past four. I shut the journal, slid it under my pillow, and lay back, staring at the ceiling, my body ached not just from denial, but from the mental exhaustion of fighting myself, I’d tried every trick, cold showers, breathing exercises even reading books that bored me to death, None of it worked, My mind was a movie reel of everything I craved, the stretch of skin under my hands, the taste of sweat, the sound of a low, deep moan in my ear. By nightfall, I couldn’t take it anymore.

The way it had pushed me over the edge. I was a mess. A total, utter, drenching mess. My panties, still discarded back at his house, would have been saturated. My skirt felt sticky against my inner thighs. I could feel the wetness seeping through, a hot, shameful flush spreading across my stomach. This was beyond reckless. This was a full-blown addiction waiting to happen. And I knew it. I knew myself. My fascination with the forbidden. My hunger for the extreme. My laptop history was a testament to it—the endless tabs of dark erotica, the niche p**n sites, the stories that pushed boundaries most people wouldn’t even consider.