Novel & Cerita Submissive Female Stories

Inside, the room was a chaotic storm of tangled white sheets and hungry, naked bodies. My eyes drifted down. The unmistakable, heavy print of Damon’s hardness outlined his trousers. It caught Holly’s attention too. She reached down, rubbing her palm over the rigid length as their kiss deepened, their tongues entwining fiercely. She quickly swallowed the last lick os spilled wine, then dropped heavily to her knees in front of him. And then, she did the hottest thing imaginable. Holly turned her head back to look at me, her eyes dark with submission and lust. “Can I fill my small, lonely mouth with your husband’s cock?”

"She would have been an ideal candidate for this program, which I admit to be inspired by her. It was her determination to become submissive, her determination to return to Master, damn the consequences that showed me how deeply these submissive tendencies run in some people. As for taking her with me, that would happen only if this proposal is adopted, and if the group felt I was a suitable candidate to lead this endeavor, and of course with their permission. I will say she'd be an invaluable training tool." "Devon, humor me, justify that." Dominique said. "Imagine showing a prospective client the wonderful Slave Jeannette. A woman who can discuss current events, once we tell her to watch t

She sucked me deep, her throat working as she took as much as she could, the wet, sliding sounds filling the quiet office. The way her lips gripped me, the friction of her tongue—it was a sensory overload that made the very air in the room feel like it was vibrating. I watched her, the way her cheeks hollowed, the way she seemed to worship every inch of me with a hunger that matched my own. She was a natural, a complete slut for the sensation, and it was driving me over the edge. Every time she looked up, her gaze was a challenge, a silent demand for me to stop being the authority figure and start being the animal she craved.

She lifted her head then moved to prop herself up, though her blindfold fell off I didn’t need it anymore. She gave off the hottest little grunts as she met my thrusts, and there was no telling who was fucking who. Female shifters rarely want to dominate a male, they get off on being a submissive little tease. They certainly don’t give as soon in bed as they get, not in my experience. “More,” she cried out, only spurring me on. I began to slowly pull out and thrust back in, pushing myself in so damn far she had to be feeling me in her belly. Out … in. Out … in.

She already knew that would be expected. Damon’s bedroom was even larger than hers. The massive king-sized bed dominated the room, covered in black silk sheets. Damon stood by the windows wearing only a pair of dark gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips, revealing the deep V of his sculpted abs and the outline of his heavy cock. “Close the door,” he ordered. Ara obeyed. “So today’s scene,” he said, “is about a submissive woman meeting her ex one last time before her wedding. She knows it’s wrong. She knows she shouldn’t. But she can’t resist him. She lets him ruin her for her future husband. That’s the energy I want.”

This sweet little puppy, this perfect doll, made some switch flip in my mind because now all I could almost see myself doing was fucking her, playing with her until I finally get to take her life away. Maybe it was the way she begged or the way the words slipped from her mouth so fast she couldn’t censor herself. Or maybe it was the quiet sobs and the big tears that were rocking her body. Or it was the fact that she was lying in front of me, restrained and naked, and her body was trembling as it waited for my touch.

it’s about presence, confidence, and the ability to read your body like a book and rewrite it in the way they want. On the other hand, a submissive, or sub, is the one who gives in, willingly. They surrender their control and trust their Dom to take them to places they can't go on their own. It’s not about being weak. It’s about craving the freedom that comes from not having to lead, just to feel, respond, obey, and be consumed. Well…I’ve been both. And both sides awakened different parts of me. But nothing compares to what it felt like when my husband decided to test the limits of what I used to be… and remind me who I still am beneath it all.

Knowing she had to keep the young girl active and aroused so Angela wouldn't relax and fall asleep, Alexandra playfully bit the young girl's earlobe as she moaned out, "I hope you understand that we are not even close to being done tonight, sweetpea. Your sexy young body has been driving me crazy with lust and I intend to satisfy myself. You want to satisfy me, don't you sweetpea?" Angela shivered at the bite and the erotic intentions of the older woman. Her natural submissive nature kicked in again as she reminded herself that she had already offered herself to Alexandra and that she had accepted the young girl's submission. Feeling the older woman running her nose over the skin on her neck

They showed a qualitative exploration of dominant/submissive roles and relationships, explaining what they are and how they work. The search described dominants as empathic and nurturing, desiring and able to take control, attentive and responsible… a perfect definition of what Damon stood for. While submissives were characterized as willing to give up control and having a desire to please. The girl couldn't help but feel like she was reading her own biography as her eyes continued to scan down the words on the bright screen.

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.