BDSM Stories

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!