S&m Erotica Stories Novels & Stories

Well there was only two weeks left for Sam to enjoy her and he was doing that as much as he could. Not that he didn't actually enjoy the class itself as he had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what he was writing was dirty naughty stories, or as most web sites called it; erotic stories. Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews.

Sasha reached up and played with my nipples, pulling and slapping them lightly while Dominic spanked my ass and pulled my hair. “Take it, you dirty little planner,” Dominic growled. “This is what you wanted. Two cocks wrecking your holes while we call you our cumslut.” “Yes! Harder!” I begged. “Use me. Breed me. Fill me up.” The dirty words kept coming. They called me every filthy name and I loved every second. Sasha sucked hard on my nipples while Dominic fucked my ass deep. The pressure built again until I exploded in the strongest orgasm yet. My whole body shook violently between them as I squirted all over Sasha’s strap-on.

'Oh God Sandra, I'm coming. 'Yes,' she hissed, 'come inside me.' Her hand was working furiously beneath her and I could feel the movement through the walls of her rectum. My climax hit me and I cried out as wave after wave of utter pleasure crashed through me and I pumped my sperm into my lover's anus. As my orgasm subsided I started to gently withdraw. 'No,' said Sandra, urgently, 'stay inside me.' Then she was coming, feet beating against the bed, tears rolling down her cheeks: 'Oh God, oh God, oh God!'

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

ARC 21 : SIREN’S FATAL EMBRACE WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content including lesbian smut, fingering, squirting, tribbing/scissoring, oral worship, tail penetration (anal and vaginal), double penetration with tongue and tail, rough degradation, and intense orgasm control. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to fiction that explores raw and unrestrained desire. ------- Eli/Elara's POV The wind whipped across the deck of The Iron Kraken carrying the reek of unwashed men. I kept my head down with my shoulders hunched, trying to blend in

He slower down suddenly, teasing me, deep strokes, grinding against my walls, making me squirm. “Say it!”, he ordered, tightening his grip around my throat. “Please” “Please what?” “Please Mr Tom”. “What do you want?” I groaned, my body shaking desperately. “Please make me cum Mr Tom”. I think that made him snap, he started fucking me hard, ruthless, pounding into me so deeply, I knew I’ll feel him for days. I kept screaming and moaning, shaking, gasping for air, watching myself on the mirror as I beg for his dick and call him sweet things.

“Your fingers feel so good spreading your cum all over me but I am so sensitive right now Riot every little touch on that tattoo makes my pussy flutter and squeeze. I can feel your load inside me still warm and thick and it is making me want more already. “ “God this is so nasty I thought how he has me sitting here legs spread on his counter covered in his cum with his name permanently inked next to my dripping hole like he really owns this part of me now and I am soaked just from the thought of anyone finding out.” He leaned in close, his hot breath brushing my ear while he pushed two thick fingers back into my pussy slowly and deep stirring his own cum around inside me making wet squelchin

Damien yanked the fabric down, exposing them, and latched onto one with his mouth — sucking hard, biting, marking me as his. “Sir… please… I’m so close,” I begged, grinding my clit against his pelvis with every desperate thrust. “Come,” he snarled against my breast. “Come all over your husband’s cock like the filthy whore you are. Milk me dry.” The orgasm tore through me viciously. I screamed his name — “Sir!” — as my walls clenched and fluttered around his pounding shaft, flooding him with my release. Wave after wave of blinding ecstasy left me shaking and sobbing with pleasure.

“Begging your stepbrother to keep stroking your cock. Saying it’s wrong while you’re leaking all over my hand.” He tightened his grip again and started stroking them both faster, rougher, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room. Elias moaned brokenly, hips rolling up into Damien’s fist despite himself. Tears of shame pricked at the corners of his eyes, but his cock throbbed harder than ever. “This is only the beginning,” Damien whispered, squeezing them both almost painfully. “I’ve wanted to break you for years. And now I finally get to.” He kept stroking them together, slow and filthy, watching every desperate reaction on Elias’s flushed face.