Prison Erotica Novels & Stories

I covered my body with hers so if anyone was passing by, they wouldn’t see her naked body. “Ah…Maverick…I—” She moaned, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “Stop talking.” I bit her neck softly. “I’m going to come.” She whispered and her core clenched around me deliciously, squeezing me. My eyes rolled back due to the intense pleasure. From the corner of my eye, I saw a guard walk past. He looked at us just once before moving forward. Prison sex was very common here and nobody made a big deal out of it because savages could have sex in the open, it wasn’t against the rules.

“The one I keep hidden from everyone.” He took my hand and led me down to a locked door. He punched in a code and then the door opened to reveal a room I never expected. It was a playroom. Black walls, soft lighting, a large four-poster bed with restraints attached to it, a padded bench, hooks on the ceiling, a cabinet filled with toys… Whips, paddles, vibrators, ropes, nipple clamps. I froze in place. “This is where I break the women who I chose ,” he said calmly, watching my reaction. “And now… it's finally your turn little Miss.”

The women pretended. It's obvious. Many men suffered from impotence after so many years in prison. Some didn't even have real pleasure in entering a woman. That's why the guards stayed there. Because there were situations in which some inmates had the brilliant idea of assaulting some women, wanting to take out on them the frustration of their lives. This yielded nothing but some private sessions in solitary confinement, in which they were tortured without a trace. The police were very good in this regard.

The door barge open and Eriteria walks in with the thief chain in her hands, berry couldn't believe she was caught and she somehow thank her goodness because she look lifeless,two guards walks in with her. She sit down watching the show on the bed and wink at Anthony who blow her a kiss. The blonde girl body is covered in blood and her left nipples is bleeding. "I want her to be fucked till she die" She said to the guards and they nodded their heads in understanding. One of them place his cock in his mouth while the other one position his dick at her pussy. "No!" Eriteria said and they stop. One of them lay on the floor and she's made to seat on his long big cock which brought her 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?”

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 typed carefully again: “EROTICA NOVEL…” Suggestions filled the screen. Some titles were flowery and romantic, full of soft promises and long courtships. Others were blunt. One in particular sat near the top of the list, its cover image dark and suggestive, the title in bold white letters: “50 EROTICA COMPILATIONS, WRITTEN BY WORLDCUP.

His face was contorted in an expression she had never seen before—wild, almost feral with intensity. With growing trepidation, Claire began to look through the photographs, each one a shocking assault on her senses. Her hands trembled as she saw images of Aiden with another woman, the scenes captured in stark, unrelenting detail. The photos were explicit and brutal: Aiden fucking her roughly, his hands gripping her body with a force that seemed more about possession than passion. Another image showed him canning her, the woman’s back arched in pain, red welts rising on her skin with each strike. Claire could almost hear the crack of the cane, the silent screams echoing in her mind.

Richard let out a raw, guttural roar, his body stiffening as he buried himself to the hilt, pouring a fresh wave of heat deep inside me. He stayed there for a long time, his weight pinning me to the bed, his heart thudding against my shoulder blades. He didn't pull away immediately; he stayed buried inside, pulsing, making me feel every dying twitch of his release. The room was silent again, but the air felt different. The "Human Messy" truth had finally settled in: I wasn't just a widow. I was the prize in a game I didn't yet understand. Richard finally pulled out and stood up, but as he reached for the last of his cloth on the bed , he stopped. He looked at the door, the one that was still

A painful bulge grew slowly between his thighs, followed by a pooling drool as his cock oozed precum even without being fully aroused. The client lowered himself to Jace’s level, his lips slightly brushing his earlobe while his hot breath hovered above a certain spot on his neck, slowly entrancing Jace. “You know…” he began, his voice deep and gravelly with sin and raw desire. “It’s the first time you’ve looked this long.” Then, he nibbled on his earlobe, blowing hot air into it as his firm grip held Jace in place. Jace’s cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants, his head turning light as the client threatened to drown him in pleasure.