Prison Erotica Novels & Stories

I tightened the leather strap around Emma's wrists even more, yanking it hard until her arms stretched above her head and her petite body was pinned flat on the desk. Her perky tits bounced with every breath, nipples still red and swollen from my earlier twisting. I grabbed her thighs and spread her legs wide, forcing her tight virgin pussy to open up completely for me, her juices glistening on the wood. "Stay spread like that, Emma," I growled. "Don't you dare close those legs."

Like she wasn't the same girl who'd gasped my name with her legs spread wide and her cunt clenching around my fingers. A lie dressed in innocence. The booth was empty. Of course it was. I'd canceled every confession today. There'd be no veil between us this time. No prayers. No hesitation. I didn't want to hear her sins. I wanted to fuck them out of her. I wanted her on her knees, that pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock, moaning like the desperate, filthy girl I knew she was. And she would. Because she came back.And I knew she always would.

Disclaimer!!! : Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. BDSM and Kink. Triggering themes. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat. No Intro, go in blind and enjoy the outcome. ----- ZINNIA’S POV I gasped as I moaned out my husband's name. I arched up towards him as he stroked my pussy with his cock. I writhed against the bedsheet moaning out loudly. “Fuck Ryder….oh babe!” I watched my husband slip his cock out of my pussy and give me a spank on my ass. Making me scream, and coming back to reality.

“Tell are you one of my father’s dogs? Is he there behind those glasses?” “I pity you. You know that?” “I would never give you anything.” His voice settled down. “You’ll never break me.” I opened the zipper on the leather, “then this one would be handy.” I took out the contents of the prison boss gift. There were a variety of scissors, pliers, and scalpels inside. “Shall we give it a try?” I stood holding a small blade in one hand and a ball gag on the other. “What do you think?”

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

It seems I’m not the only one feeling the effects of the incense. “Do you want that?” the First Guy asks, squeezing my throat, and Thirst Trap pulls the waistband of his pants low enough for his hard cock to spring out of it. The size is just right, not too big nor too small. The glans is already darker, its outline appetizing, and veins decorate its shaft. The view alone is enough to excite my lady parts, and I grind against the chair, wanting some relief.

Masculine in its restraint, yet unmistakably lived in. Elizabeth slipped off her heels at the entry, bare feet silent on the cool floor. Her eyes drifted to the art, several pieces caught her immediately. Framed photographs and paintings of women entwined: soft curves pressed together, mouths open in ecstasy, hands gripping thighs, backs arched. Lesbian erotica rendered with reverence, beautiful, unapologetic, sensual. One in particular: two women on silk sheets, one straddling the other, heads thrown back, fingers buried deep. The composition was raw yet tender.

I was a mess, my pussy already weeping into my lace thong, the heavy ache in my core becoming more unbearable with every brush of his skin against mine. Tyler saw it. He always was quick to study. He walked to the front door, flipped the sign to CLOSED, and turned the deadbolt with a final, echoing thud. "I'm going to teach you how these toys work," he said, pulling a small, egg-shaped vibrator from his pocket. It was silver and looked innocent enough. "Everything in here is a tool. But a tool is only as good as the person wielding it." He grabbed my waist and hoisted me onto a sturdy display table, knocking over a display of lubricants. My skirt hiked up to my waist, exposing my trembling t

I was so ready for this. But now what? Just blatantly put a move on him? I stared at his lap top and recalled Richard saying he caught him watching p**n. I looked over my shoulder to make sure Max wasn't already on his way back. I figured he would take his time and try to calm himself down and that was fine with me. I went into his history and scanned through the sites he visited. My eyes lit up on "My First Sex Teacher" and I clicked it. "Oh, you naughty boy." I whispered as I saw it was an entire site dedicated to teacher student fantasies, Richard hadn't been kidding.