BDSM Stories

A One Week with Heather Story
Jess, Aaron, and Heather return as Heather goes off to college.

A Filthy Tales for Wicked Grown-Ups Story
When a cursed prince with a submissive streak meets the infamous Lady Verity Thrustworthy—better known as the Viper of Veylthorne—his only hope of redemption lies in obedience. Add a magical golden vibrator with opinions of her own, and courtly manners don’t stand a chance. A bawdy, wickedly enchanted retelling of The Frog Prince where domination is destiny, and happily ever after comes with a bite.

When a devastating accident leaves a dancer broken, her survival — and every step forward — depends on the precise hands of a watchmaker-like surgeon.

A flea market doll. A child’s innocent game. A mother’s nightmare. After a series of accidents eerily echo her daughter’s rough play with the doll, Seren struggles to protect the one person who matters most. But fate seems to strike from the quiet corners of everyday life, turning routine moments into life-altering disasters. Broken, terrified, and praying for stillness, Seren must confront the fear that some things, once set in motion, cannot be thrown away.

In the bruised-purple bedroom, Harold (72) and Elena (54) kneel, rope-burned and paddle-marked. Braids, collar, sippy cup, duck blanket, Goodnight Moon surround them. “I’m only lovable when little,” she sobs. “When Daddy,” he chokes. Pull-ups, journal confessions: I’ll die mid-story. They make love—tears, Daddy, Harold braided. Aftercare: salve, shared sips, blanket-cape. Miso purrs. Tomorrow: burnt toast, crayons, rituals. They stay—leaky, creaky, little, big—choosing each other daily.

A story in the Lesbian Romances Universe
Clarita owes the mountain her seventh daughter’s seventh daughter. Michelle breaks every salt line she finds. Hate becomes hunger, hunger becomes rope and brand and fist. To keep the witch in the walls fed, they pay with blood, welts, hot wax, and shattering squirt under the Mothman’s red eyes. Love here is a debt paid in screams and perfect surrender. The ridge claimed them. They claimed each other harder.

In the face of pain, anxiety, and life’s unexpected challenges, Lora must find her courage—and the quiet strength within herself—to face the world again.

From the Crazy in Carson saga
This one is a throwback to when I first started being a dirty slut! The guy who took me to The Bath House, Jay, was the person who finally freed me! I mentioned in the story about that night that he came over the night before but I hadn't gotten around to actually telling that story yet! Well here it is! He got to see my sadistic side!

Kira arrives at the neon rave painted in fake clothes—thin neon straps over bare tits, illusory thong framing her dripping cunt. Ecstasy hits, paint fails, strangers grope, security fingers, gloryholes choke her throat, crowds surf her leaking holes, tents double-penetrate and golden-shower her branded body. By dawn she's a cum-flooded, piss-soaked, sharpie-slurred festival fuckpig, holes gaping, still begging for more ruin.

A ruthless CEO ensnares her young trainee in a relentless spiral of nylon-clad domination. Foot worship, smothering, rough fucks, and depraved insertions blur pain and ecstasy until vulnerability binds them in eternal, filthy surrender. Dark, visceral female-led erotica.