Submissive Text Messages Novels & Stories

Royce said, one of his hands holding her back, pressing her close to him. "Everything feels so" She couldn't find the right words. "Cloudy," she finally said. "Yeah, I know, babe. I know." He nuzzled the crown of her hair before he spoke again. "I think I sent you into subspace." "What's that?" "It's where a submissive is so overcome with her experiences that she fully lets go. It's sort of a sensual state of meditation. You go deep into your own head." "Is that bad?" Kenzie didn't like the sound of subspace. She wasn't accustomed to feeling weak. Being weak meant she was vulnerable, and she never liked that under any circumstances.

This felt so wrong but something deep inside of me, wanted to indulge, wanted him to have his way with me, anything to hear him say ‘those’ words again. “I know what you want and I will give you that and more if you agree to be my submissive.” My eyes widened. What… What was a submissive? What was he talking about? A deep chuckle rumbled in his throat as his face drew closer to mine, our lips barely inches apart and his warm breath caressing my face. “Your innocence humours me, Sister Yasmin. So naive…” Instinctively, I could feel my eyes closing and my face drawing nearer but instead, something smooth was pushed into my hands. I opened my eyes and his face was back at a reasonable distance.

“Ahhh.'' she moans out in pleasure while I stroke my three fingers in her. “Tell me what you want.'', I whispered those words into her ear as a command. She moaned, but couldn't form words out of her mouth. “Tell me what you want.'' I asked again and roughly fingered her pussy hole. “I want your big cock in me.'' She moans out in pleasure. “Beg for it.'' I mumbled while placing kisses on her shoulder. “Please fuck me.'' She pleaded in a low, submissive voice. '' Good.'' I groaned and pulled out my fingers. She was already wet, so there was no need for a lube. In a swift motion, I pulled down my underwear, gently stroked my dick and parted her legs wider for easy access. “Are you ready for ma

The days after the theater blurred into this constant low hum of want. Every time my phone lit up, my thighs clenched. Jonah’s texts got filthier, shorter, more demanding. *Miss that tight pussy. I need it soon.* *Thinking about you dripping my cum in public.* I’d read them at work, in the grocery store, even once while Sarah and I were doing laundry together—her folding his boxers while I stared at my screen and tried not to blush.

Been hard since I saw your pics on my phone. We went back and forth quick after that, messages flying, him getting excited and typing all these things about what he’d do to me. I was shy at first, answering short, but then he sent a video. Naked vid of him jerking off, hand moving fast on his dick, groaning my name low like he meant it. My eyes widened and I watched the whole thing, breath catching, getting even wetter between my legs. Your turn baby, he texted right after. Send me something hot. Want to see you.

The rest of the message appears. "I miss you Mistress. I miss your touch on my body. I miss the way you eat my pussy and torture me with your sex toys. I can't wait to be a slutty slave for you once more. I really can't wait for you to be back from your trip. Your loyal submissive, Juliette" My entire body goes still. My smile disappears. My eyebrows slowly pull together as I stare at the message. It isn't a message from a sister. It isn't a casual message from a friend.

I was just thinking about how I had bent her over the table today and taken her… It had been amazing, and if she hadn't looked so tired and overwhelmed, we would've definitely gone another round. It was almost insane to imagine how I could cum that many times, but anytime I thought I couldn't, I would just feel her heat around my dick, and all forms of doubt would disappear. I stared at my screen for a few more seconds before I opened our blank chat, deciding to send her a text. It wasn't anything too complicated, or suspicious either, in case someone looked over her shoulder, or her screen lit up and she was with other people. It was a simple “How're you doing? I really enjoyed today.” pair

“I’m waiting, Lisa, and I would like an answer.” Her eyes popped open reflexively and she saw his narrowed ones watching her so closely she felt like a science experiment. She swallowed, her mouth dry. “I feel like a slut,” she whispered, her face flaming with embarrassment. His eyes softened and he stroked his hand through her hair. “Oh sweetheart, no,” he said, brushing his lips across hers softly. His hand no longer held her chin in a pinched grip but opened to cup her cheek and she couldn’t help but press into it, seeking comfort and reassurance. “Being submissive doesn’t mean you’re easy. It doesn’t mean that you will roll over and give any man what he wants. Did you enjoy my hands on y

I grabbed the phone and glanced at the text message from an unknown number. ‘Bitch!’ ‘Whore!’ ‘How dare you sleep with my fiance?’ ‘I’ll kill you, slut!’ I smirked at Maura’s text messages. My phone kept beeping with her texts. My eyes were on my phone screen. I knew I would be sick to my stomach if I read her every message. She was so mean. I gathered courage and grabbed my phone before typing, ‘It seems like you are not capable of satisfying your fiance. So, I take care of that. While you are gone, we are having the most delicious sex. Vanilla sex. Today we had sex in the jacuzzi and trust me it was the most delightful thing I had ever done. Your fiance even went down to me and licked me o

Egbami (help me) She rushed to his messages and saw several texts erotic messages from the same contacts. She was shivering so bad as she moved to the W******p and saw some more dirty chats. Would you drop by quickly and I am getting ... thinking about you ... Oh, ... I hope you have rested as you will need all the strength you can find .. I’m tired of flirting over the phone. Let’s continue this in person, I can’t wait to be in your arms… If you can guess what color my panties are, then I’ll give you a surprise when you get here….