Prison Erotica Novels & Stories

He knew that he would never survive there. Amelia continued, her voice taking on a cruel edge. "You know, I heard that in Thai prisons, they castrate the inmates. Maybe no one will ever give you a blowjob again. Or maybe you'll even have to give blowjobs to the other prisoners." Ethan felt a wave of nausea wash over him. He couldn't believe that Amelia could be so cruel. But Amelia wasn't finished. She looked around, making sure that no police officers were nearby. Then, she slowly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her bare breasts.

“Fuck— I love your cock. Don’t stop— please—” I spanked her again, three sharp smacks in quick succession, each one making her cunt clench tighter around me. Her moans turned into desperate, filthy cries. Her ass was glowing red now, marked by my handprints. I gripped the reddened flesh and fucked her harder, hips snapping forward with brutal force. The desk creaked dangerously. Her tits bounced against the wood. Wet sounds filled the room — the loud slap of my balls against her clit, the obscene squelch of her dripping pussy, her broken moans, and the relentless rain hammering the windows.

I tapped on another picture of me sitting against the wall in a set of black lacy lingerie with my legs spread apart. I was holding a small silver vibrator against my underwear. “Just send both, stupid!” She smirked. I raised my eyebrows at her. “What? Might as well. It’ll give him some different options when he looks at your pictures to, ya know”—she made a jerking motion by her pelvis—“come.” " You can't just leave the poor man to stare at just one photo, can you? There's a reason p**n videos are long and dynamic" Angela said, still staring at the photos, scrolling and swiping through the numerous photos we took.

“Think harder.” While my mind scrambled, she moved with practiced speed. Soft cuffs closed around my wrists and locked them above my head, wide bands wrapped each thigh and hauled them open until the joints ached, and a broader strap crossed my lower belly and pinned my hips flat. When she stepped back, I was fully open, ass exposed, cock jutting helplessly, every part of me available to be throughly fucked. She walked to the cabinet. The wet sound of lube being worked between fingers filled the quiet room. A soft click of a remote followed, then the low test buzz of a motor.

With people praying outside, with the rosary around his neck dangling between us, and the creature he prayed to right outside, crucified and watching as pounded that big cock of his into my drippy pussy. My legs were wide, my skirt had ridden up perfectly to give him the view of how wet and pink my pussy is even with my fingers buried knuckles deep inside it, and my left nipple in my mouth while the right just hung out. As he watched, I slowly pulled my juice-covered fingers from my cunt and sucked the juice off them before returning my hand to my pussy to spread the lips open so that he could also see the inside. The black priest stepped forward with a grunt, and even though his robes weren

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.

“Although the erotic scenes are beautifully written, the plot is hella boring.” Theo let out a deep chuckle, leaning back on the couch. “Finally, someone that gets it. I mean, it has so much potential to be a blast, right?” “Exactly,” Nico continued to flip through the book. “Sex is cool and all but it’s boring when it happens without any plot. You know what I mean?” Theo scoffed. “You mean like these p**n videos that just get into the whole thing without any prior action.” Nico watched him quietly, the corners of his lips tilted up in a small smile. “You sound like you know your game.”

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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