Sad Bl Stories Novels & Stories

Jenna's hands slid down Sadile's body, her fingers teasing the sensitive flesh between her thighs. "You're so wet," she murmured, her voice husky with desire. "So ready for us." Sadile moaned, her head falling back as Jenna's fingers slipped inside her, her touch sending waves of pleasure through her body. She was dimly aware of Travis moving behind her, his hands grasping her hips, his breath hot against her ear. "Relax, Sadile," he whispered, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "Let us take care of you."

(ongoing) Dissonance and Harmony: The story of a high school girl who has to face her rapist at his sentencing hearing and deal with her PTSD from that night. Graphic violence and rape scenes. (completed) b. i Story: Heartless Angels: Werewolf story about Oakley, a descendant of the Moon Goddess, who was rejected and abused by her original mate, her family, and her pack and her journey to find out who and what she really is. Graphic violence and, you guessed it, smut. (ongoing)

Stranded, no rules? Thea laughed, sipping her water. “Wild. You gotta get creative to survive.” Jon raised an eyebrow, sitting beside her. “Creative, huh? Sounds like a story.” Adam grinned. “Let’s just say we kept each other… entertained.” Nate chuckled. “Oh, I bet. Spill it.” Thea leaned back, a familiar sparkle in her eyes. “What happens on a deserted island stays on the island, right?” Jon’s gaze darkened, intrigued. “Not always. I’m into stories like that. Ever try an orgy? Threesomes, foursomes… gets the blood pumping.”

We talked for hours as the night wore on. “You really thought about quitting because of burnout?” I asked, tracing a finger along his chest. “Yeah. Days blurred together. Then you started coming in regularly. Made me look forward to shifts again.” He smiled in the low light. “What about you? Why history?” “I like stories that last,” I said. “People who lived real lives hundreds of years ago. Makes my problems feel small.” We laughed softly. Then the touching started again. This time I climbed on top, riding him slow while we kept talking. He looked up at me like I was something special. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts, guiding my hips.

He was never late. I leaned back slowly, taking deep breaths to calm the heat burning in the pit of my stomach as fragments of my research replayed inside my head. BDSM contracts. Consent. Dominants. Submission. Orgasm denial. The words alone had kept me awake half the night. And the truly terrifying part? If Maxwell asked, I knew I would give him almost anything. Actually I would give anything. The realization made my cock twitch hard beneath the table, I squeezed my thighs together.

Michael started spending more nights out with the guys, leaving me alone at home with our daughter Sophie, my body humming with unmet need. One Friday night, while Michael was off playing cards and the house was quiet after I'd tucked Sophie in, boredom and horniness collided. I opened my laptop and, heart racing, clicked into a chat room labeled F4F. When the others learned I was straight but curious, the messages flooded in—bold, filthy offers to be my first, to devour me in ways I'd only fantasized about. Their aggression both thrilled and scared me. Relief washed over me when I saw none lived within 500 miles. Still, their stories poured in: vivid tales of their own first times or detail

Elena Taylor woke up with a loud scream, tears in her eyes, and a mop of sweat in her body. "Oh!" Her heart was shattered like that night, when she felt abandoned by everyone, with her sister and her boyfriend lying in the hospital, All because of her. "Elena! It's okay, I'm here, baby." She was gathered into sturdy arms and placed on a hard beating chest, that deep sonorous voice close to her ears, "You are safe now, baby." Baby? Safe? It was those lies that drove her away from her dreams, plunging her into the reality of seeking comfort in the arms of the devil who had treated her like shit.

He whipped her with a flogger and she screamed till she was hoarse. Then he pushed two thick fingers deep inside her without warning. Emma cried out in pleasure. “So fucking wet already,” he growled. “You love the pain, don’t you?” “Yes, sir. Please… I want more.” Romero removed the blindfold while his fingers fucked her roughly. Emma’s hips jerked forward. “Please, don't stop." Romero's cock was rock hard. Ready for action. He positioned the fat tip at her entrance and slammed into her in one brutal thrust.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Oh yeah, I forgot there are many other beautiful stories written by me, Mafia and billionaire - Destiny Rebirth and Love - Rebirth of love Fated mates and rejection - His unwanted mate, His unwanted human mate. Please try giving them a read as well and I am sure you will love them. With love, Author Sree.

💋AUTHOR’S NOTE (18+) PLEASE READ ALL CHARACTERS ARE UNRELATED BY BLOOD. Any titles like Daddy, Mommy, Brother, or Sister refer strictly to adoption, step-family, or roleplay. All characters are consenting adults (18+). PENELOPE POV