Prison Erotica Novels & Stories

“Yeah, it’s her signature move. Ever since your gold-digging mother managed to trap our father with her little sob stories, you’ve been nothing but a constant, irritating pain in our asses, Lisa.” Their cruel, targeted words stung deeply, leaving a familiar burning sensation behind my eyes, but I was utterly powerless against the intense physical magnetism pulling at my core. Even while they were actively throwing insults at me, my treacherous body was responding to them in a way that made me feel deeply wicked. Sitting so incredibly close to their large, half-naked, powerful bodies, my hidden center felt incredibly warm, heavy, and wet. I tightly pressed my thighs together, praying they cou

“Enough of your Middle-Earth mumbles... I’m going to get the fucking I’ve been denying myself for so damn long.” She’d seen this in one x-rated fetish movie that was confiscated in a raid for bootleg p**n once. This was the best time to give it a go. She stood over him, her back to him and her butt right up to his face. His hands were cuffed behind his back and his feet before, and he couldn’t even touch her. She leaned over and spread her legs wide, giving him a full view of her bunghole and swollen pussy. His cock strained up to meet her salivating mouth as she stroked the thick length slowly. “Make me ready for this beautiful piece of meat, creep.” She purred and let some of her saliva dr

Yes, there have been times when I have done that," Bruno replied. Sophie tilted her head as she observed him closely. He leaned in and whispered in her ear. "But not in your year," he added. Upon hearing this, the blonde smiled. There was no point in arguing about the past. After all, she had her own experiences. The others grew nervous upon hearing the type of questions the blonde had written. Undoubtedly, this would be an interesting and intense game. Dante spun the bottle, and now it was Bruno's turn to answer. He pulled out the note and handed it to Sophie. "Have you had erotic fantasies about any of the people here right now? If so, say who," Sophie read aloud.

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 kind of app people used when they didn't want messages traced. Unknown sender. This message will disappear after viewing. I shouldn't have opened it. But my fingers moved on their own. "Fuck yes—ride my cock just like that—" A woman's pornographic moan. The wet, obscene slap of flesh pounding against flesh. "God, your pussy is so fucking tight—so much better than that frigid bitch would ever be—" "She's probably never even touched herself—that repressed little virgin—I bet her cunt is dry as a desert—" "Forget her—fuck—I'm gonna cum so deep inside you—"

“Already getting hard for your Warden? Good boy. Healthy response. This fat cock is going to look beautiful when you’re earning rewards.” The air in the cell grew thick with male scent and raw hunger. Rico and Darius watched openly, their own jumpsuits clearly tenting. “Pretty little honey pot on him, Warden,” Rico called through the bars, his voice thick with approval. “Bet it’ll stretch real nice around that fat cock of yours.” Jax’s cheeks burned with shame, but his hips pushed forward into Marcus’s stroking hand anyway. "I hate how good this feels. I’m not some prison whore… but goddamn, his fingers teasing my sweet pot are driving me insane."

“Choke on it, you pathetic virgin-turned-whore. This is what you were born for.” Jax took his turn, gripping her hair and skull-fucking her even harder. “Look at those tears. Such a pretty cocksucker. Bet you touched your nerd pussy every night dreaming about this.” They passed her back and forth, using her throat like a fleshlight until thick strings of saliva hung from her chin and dripped onto her tits. They dragged her to the old padded mat and threw her down on all fours. Ethan slammed into her cunt in one savage thrust, bottoming out so hard her arms gave out.

There were whips like that of horses, ones that were twisted to form a thick twist, ones that were braided with their tips ending in fringe leather. There was another glass rack that contained vibrators of various types, shapes, and sizes. One of the vibrators was shaped like a hand. An agonized laughter escaped my lips. Pietro Eppolito is indeed a fucking sadist. A sadist with a fucking sense of humor. There was a bed that looked like the type I'd seen in the hospital during my appointments at the family planning unit. Then, a sink was by the side, and a cart was next to it with a neatly folded stack of towels.

Pretending, trying not to imagine crawling under the desk and begging him to fuck my mouth while we try to stay quiet. By noon I was feral, wild, wet. I walked, staggered, but composed, to the executive restroom. My body was trembling with need. I stormed inside the restroom, pulled my skirt all the way to my stomach, shoved my panties down and immediately thrusted my fingers inside my pussy. I clutched hard on the doors handle fingering myself like a lunatic. I started with two fingers, then three, palm rubbing furiously against my clit with bruising force consecutively. I couldn’t stop I just wanted to dull the ache. “Fuck, Eric...” I whispered, trying not to be too loud. I pictured him be

Sandra, an 18-year-old voluptuous woman, sat at her desk in the quiet office, her mind wandering to her favorite pastime – self-pleasure. Her body was a work of art, with ample curves in all the right places. Her breasts, full and heavy, strained against her blouse, and her wide hips and thick thighs filled her chair. But what really set Sandra apart was her surprisingly tiny, tight pussy, a secret treasure hidden beneath her generous figure. As the last of her coworkers trickled out, Sandra's fingers began to dance across her keyboard, opening a discreet folder on her computer filled with her favorite erotic stories and images. She knew she shouldn't be doing this at work, but the risk of g