Prison Erotica Novels & Stories

“We’ll call a doctor. We’ll figure this out. We’re gonna fight this.” But Brielle didn’t move. She just stood there—hand on her stomach, her name finally her own again—realizing that some prisons weren’t made of walls or rings or contracts. Some were made of biology. Some were growing inside her. To be continued...

He had Erica, and a lot of other women at his disposal, making me feel not special. But my heart still called for him. It was evidenced by how his name was stuck on my lips, exiting my mouth so frequently during sex, which pleased him and he drove faster and faster inside me. I sensed my climax and let myself loose. When we were done, it was again a pool of our liquids at our feet. Since there wasn’t any room service, we performed the deed on the floor. Our actions made me feel like we were animals in heat and acting out of lust, but I didn’t care. Perhaps it was the last time I could have Kaiser inside me again.

ARC 27: VELVET CUFFS TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains explicit taboo erotica, public risk, under-table foot play, bathroom sex, rough oral, forced deepthroating, degradation, CNC elements and graphic sexual content.. Mature readers only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to dark fiction ------- Kailani's pov Sarah's hands digs into my side for the hundredth time this evening trying to get my attention But I can’t tear my eyes off the corner where Red is practically fucking that girl in front of everyone.

Creighton dropped the bags by the door and picked up the package again. “Shall we?” he asked with an excited grin. Sandra had no choice but to smile in return, as she nodded. They sat down on the sofa and she watched as he ripped the paper off like a child at Christmas. She felt the sting of her blush when he pulled the top of the gift box open. Inside was a set of handcuffs encased in black fur, a riding crop almost identical to the one they already had, a black silk bustier and thong panty set, and a book entitled Kama Sutra A Sexual Experience For Lovers by Dr. Miriam Bachmeier. Creighton laughed as he flipped through the pages.

The dominatrix slid her hand along his belly, towards her prisoner's sex. "Someone doesn't hate that much, does he?" she laughed. "Do you want us to open the chastity cage?" "Please, Madam!" he replied. Her hands went up to his nipples, which she pinched again. "There will be a price, do you know that?" "Yes, Madam"

Moreover, he had worked with Priya some days back while shooting her first pornographic videos in privacy. When I got to his, so called, apartment, I pushed the old, lockless door open and strolled upstairs. If he wasn't shooting, he must've been doing something illegal. In his library, there he was, his hands glued on one of the most explicit books on earth! Even after hearing someone open the door, he didn't dare to raise his eyes from his bound book. “What brought you here, pig?” be called my nickname, then raised my eyes to me.

I rubbed my wet pussy to orgasm after orgasm sitting there in front of the computer in my den. During another internet search, I stumbled across an erotic story site named Literotica. It proved to be a treasure trove of material to fuel my masturbatory fantasies. I had felt guilt about my feelings towards my son, but the Incest story category on Literotica was one of the most popular, based on the number of submissions. Even though my mind was troubled, at least I knew I was not alone reveling in my fetish.

The air was thick with the scent of sweat, slick, and pure lust. Some inmates just hung their holes up in the air — legs spread wide on tables or against walls — inviting anyone to fuck them. A line had already formed behind one woman, men waiting their turn to slam into her dripping cunt while she moaned like a whore, her body shaking with every thrust. Her pussy was red and swollen, cum leaking out as the next man stepped up and buried himself inside her with a grunt, pounding her hard while she cried out in pleasure. It was raw. Animalistic. Completely shameless.

It didn’t seem fair. “Sorry, it's the mate bond.” “I don't care, stop it,” he says, putting on a dry shirt. “Okay.” “You say okay, but I doubt you can stop,” Ekaterina says. “You doubt what?” I ask, embarrassed. Was she talking about my arousal? “I doubt the mate bond has anything to do with you wanting to have sex with Theo .” “Of course, it does,” I protest. “The mate bond might have something to do with why you’ll always be drawn to Theo . But if it wasn’t there, you’d still want to jump Theo 's bones.”

'I must admit I'm surprised at you, visiting these porn sites' I don't advertise the fact that I enjoy erotic writing but nor am I ashamed of it. 'Its not porn its erotica' I said defensively. 'Same thing.' Julia was obviously not convinced. 'It is, only if you class anything to do with sex as porn' I said starting to enjoy the argument. 'Is that how YOU define it?' 'No of course not' she said indignantly, 'what do you think I am? A prude' As soon as she'd said it Julia realised that that was exactly what she sounded. She smiled and ended 'I do sound it don't I?'