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Double Devotion

Allie trembled with anticipation as she found herself sandwiched between two strong, naked bodies. This was her fantasy come to life: two men devoted to her pleasure. On her back, she gazed up at her boyfriend, Tony, who knelt between her spread legs, the tip of his hard cock teasing her slick entrance. Behind her, supporting her upper body, was his best friend, Marcus. Marcus’s warm breath tickled her ear as he massaged her breasts, pinching the nipples just hard enough to make her gasp. "You ready, baby?" Tony asked, voice thick with arousal. Allie bit her lip and nodded eagerly. She’d never felt more desired, more overwhelmed by lust. Tony pushed forward, sliding into her drenched pussy inch by inch. Allie moaned loudly, wrapping her legs around his hips. At the same time, Marcus kissed her neck and trailed a hand down to where Tony was joining with her. His fingers, slick with lube from earlier, pressed gently against the tight rosebud of her ass. Allie’s moan hitched with excitement. They had prepared her carefully — she was relaxed and ready. "Please... both of you," she whispered, her voice hitching. Marcus growled softly in approval. As Tony began to thrust slowly in her pussy, Marcus lined up behind her. The pressure against her backside increased, and then the thick head of Marcus’s cock breached her tight ring of muscle. Allie gasped, the sensation intense and incredible as he gradually filled her ass. Soon, both men were buried deep inside her — Tony in her throbbing sex and Marcus in her forbidden passage. Allie had never felt so deliciously stretched and full. "Oh god... yes!" she cried, nails digging into Tony’s arms where he braced himself above her. The two men shared a heated glance over her writhing body, then began to move in a coordinated rhythm. When Tony slid out, Marcus slid in, alternating strokes, filling her in constant tandem. Allie could only surrender to the onslaught of ecstasy. The room filled with the sinful sounds of their three bodies working in unison: Tony’s low groans, Marcus’s ragged breathing, and Allie’s uninhibited cries of pleasure. She had one arm hooked around Tony’s neck while her other hand reached back to grasp Marcus’s hip, urging him deeper. "So good... both of you... ohhh!" she babbled. The men increased their pace, thrusting into her tight, yielding holes faster, their cocks rubbing against the thin wall separating her passages and driving her absolutely wild. Allie felt her climax rushing at her like a tidal wave. Heat coiled in her belly, then exploded. She screamed through her orgasm, body shaking between them. Her pussy clamped down on Tony, milking him, and the rhythmic contractions in her ass squeezed Marcus. With a strangled curse, Tony slammed deep and began to pump his release into her womb (protected by her IUD). Marcus followed moments later, burying himself to the hilt in her ass as he spilled, filling her there as well. They collapsed in a gasping, sweaty heap on the bed. Allie was dimly aware of the men carefully withdrawing from her, the mixed fluids leaking from her thoroughly used openings. She whimpered at the loss but then sighed in contentment as they gathered her in between them. Tony stroked her hair and Marcus peppered lazy kisses on her shoulder. "You were amazing, sweetheart," Tony murmured. Allie gave a blissed-out smile, utterly spent and satisfied. In that warm tangle of limbs, she felt like a goddess worshipped by two devoted lovers — completely fulfilled in every way.

by Andrei

ménage erotica threesome double penetration

His Turn to Obey

Ethan knelt on the bedroom rug, completely naked except for the black leather collar around his neck. His breath came quick and shallow as he watched Vanessa saunter toward him in her high heels and form-fitting corset. In her hand, she held the strap-on harness she’d just finished adjusting around her hips. The silicone phallus jutted out proudly, and the very sight made Ethan’s own cock twitch with anticipation. "You’ve been such a good boy for me," Vanessa purred, running her fingers through his hair. "Are you ready to obey?" "Yes, Mistress," Ethan murmured, eyes shining with devotion. His voice trembled with excitement. He had given up control to her tonight, and the thrill of surrender coursed through his veins. Vanessa guided him onto the bed on all fours. Gently, she applied cool lube between his buttocks, her gloved fingers working him open with slow, deliberate strokes. Ethan moaned, pressing back against her touch, earning a soft chuckle from her. "Someone is eager," she mused. When she positioned the tip of the strap-on at his entrance, Ethan forced himself to relax. Vanessa leaned over his back, her breasts grazing his skin as she whispered in his ear, "Remember your safe word?" He nodded, "Jasmine, Mistress." He wouldn’t need it—he wanted this badly—but her asking made warmth bloom in his chest. She always took care of him. With a steady push, Vanessa began to penetrate him. Ethan hissed at the stretch, a mix of ache and incredible fullness. "Breathe, darling," she reminded, caressing his sides. He exhaled and the tension eased. Slowly, she slid all the way in until her hips met his backside. "Good boy," Vanessa praised, voice thick with arousal at the sight of her submissive yielding to her. Ethan whimpered in pleasure. Being filled by her, used by her, felt unbelievably erotic. Vanessa started to move, pulling out partway before thrusting in again with a firm but controlled rhythm. Each inward drive of her hips pressed against Ethan’s prostate, sending jolts of white-hot pleasure through him. He groaned loudly, fingers clawing at the sheets. "You like that, don’t you?" Vanessa cooed, gripping his hips. "Yes, Mistress... oh god, yes," he gasped. She picked up the pace, the room filling with the lewd sounds of their bodies meeting. Ethan's neglected cock swung heavy beneath him, droplets of pre-cum dripping onto the sheets with every thrust. Vanessa reached around with one hand and wrapped her fingers around his erection. Ethan nearly sobbed with relief at her touch. She stroked him in time with her thrusts, driving him utterly wild. The combined stimulation was more than he could bear. His world narrowed to the thick length claiming him from behind and Mistress’s skilled hand milking his cock. "Please... please, Mistress," he babbled, not even sure what he was begging for—release, more, everything. Vanessa leaned forward, her back arching as she pounded him a little harder. "Come for me, pet," she commanded, voice husky. With a strangled cry, Ethan obeyed. His orgasm crashed over him, cum spurting over Vanessa’s fingers and the sheets as he shook violently from head to toe. Vanessa held him through it, slowing her movements but keeping the pressure inside him as his muscles spasmed in ecstasy. When he finally slumped, spent and trembling, she carefully withdrew and turned him over. Ethan gazed up at her, chest heaving, eyes glazed in bliss. Vanessa smiled and removed the strap-on before crawling up beside him. She brought her slick fingers (still coated in his release) to his lips, and he dutifully licked them clean, tasting himself. "Good boy," she whispered, kissing him softly now, full of affection. Ethan melted into her arms, his body humming with satisfaction and love. Serving her desires had never felt so good.

by Gwen

bdsm female dominance pegging

Bound to You

I knelt on the bed, heart thudding in my chest, as James secured my wrists together with soft red rope. The dim light of the bedroom and the anticipation coursing through me made every sense sharper. This was the first time we’d ventured into bondage, and though I was nervous, I trusted him completely. "Color?" he asked gently, fingers pausing their work. "Green," I whispered, letting him know I was okay. More than okay—excitement pulsed between my thighs. He finished tying the knot, leaving my hands bound just above my head. "You're so beautiful like this," James murmured. I shivered at his words, a flood of arousal dampening the silk sheets beneath me. With my arms restrained, I felt every touch of his even more intensely. He ran a hand slowly down my bare back, over the curve of my hip, then around to cup my breast. I gasped as his thumb grazed my nipple, already stiff with need. "Please...," I found myself whimpering. Whether I was begging for his touch or release, I wasn’t sure. James let out a low chuckle—he loved when I begged. He leaned in, pressing a hot kiss between my shoulder blades, then along the side of my neck. I arched into his mouth with a soft moan. My position left me utterly exposed: knees apart, back arched, my bound hands preventing me from hiding anything. The cool air on my soaked folds made me aware of just how wet I was for him. I felt the tip of his cock tease along my entrance and I nearly cried out. Bound and helpless, all I could do was push back pleadingly with my hips. "Such an eager little pet," James growled softly. With one firm thrust, he sheathed himself inside me. A muffled scream of pleasure tore from my throat as he filled me completely. The sense of surrender—of being so vulnerable and taken—was overwhelming in the best way. James set a deep, steady rhythm, his hands gripping my hips to control every movement. I could do nothing but submit to the waves of sensation crashing through me. Every powerful thrust forced me forward a bit, my cheek pressing into the sheets, my wrists straining against the rope—yet the slight bite of restraint only heightened my pleasure. His low grunts and the wet sounds of our joining echoed in the room, sounding illicit and perfect. Pleasure coiled tight in my belly far quicker than usual. "James... I'm... oh!" I babbled, barely coherent. "Come for me, baby," James urged, voice rough with lust. With a few more strokes, I shattered around him, a raw cry ripping from my lips. My entire body quaked, inner walls spasming hard around his cock. The intense pulses pushed James over the edge as well. He slammed into me one final time and groaned my name, his fingers digging into my hips as he emptied himself deep inside me. For a long moment, the world narrowed to just the sound of our breathing and the thundering of my heart. Gently, James untied my wrists and pulled me into his arms. I nestled against his chest, every muscle boneless and sated. He kissed my forehead tenderly. "You okay?" he asked, brushing hair from my damp face. I smiled up at him. "More than okay," I replied softly, feeling a delicious ache between my thighs. Wrapped in his embrace, I’d never felt so loved—or so utterly his.

by Hannah

bdsm romance bondage dominance/submission

Starlit Surrender

A blanket of stars stretched over the quiet lakeside as Luke stoked the last embers of the campfire. Mia sat beside him on the soft plaid blanket, tilting her head back to marvel at the clear night sky. "It’s beautiful out here," she murmured. Luke wasn’t looking at the stars; he was watching the firelight dance across Mia’s face. "It certainly is," he said, meaning every word. Mia caught his gaze and smiled, her cheeks flushing in the darkness. They had ventured on this weekend camping trip to get away from the city and spend time together. The solitude and natural beauty had worked its magic; any lingering barriers between them had dissolved over the day of hiking and swimming. Now, under the cosmos, desire hummed between them as constant as the chorus of crickets. Luke reached out to tuck a strand of Mia’s hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering at her cheek. She leaned into his touch. Neither of them spoke as they slowly inched closer. Their lips met in a tender kiss, the taste of toasted marshmallows still sweet on their tongues. Mia sighed against his mouth, and Luke took that as encouragement to deepen the kiss, his arm slipping around her waist. They laid back on the blanket, the world around them forgotten. Mia’s heart pounded as Luke’s hands found the hem of her sweater. With her nod of permission, he pulled it over her head, revealing the lace-trimmed camisole she wore beneath. Mia tugged at Luke’s t-shirt in return, eager to feel his skin. They shed clothing with quiet urgency until cool night air brushed over their bare bodies. But in each other’s arms, neither felt the chill. Mia lay back as Luke hovered over her, the stars a glittering canopy above. He paused to admire her—the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the way her lips parted with anticipation. "So beautiful," he whispered reverently. Mia’s only answer was to guide him down to her, gasping when she felt him at her entrance. Their eyes locked as he pushed inside, filling her slowly under the night sky. They moved together in a steady, unhurried rhythm, the blanket beneath them and the heavens above. Each thrust drew soft moans from Mia’s lips that Luke swallowed in heated kisses. The sounds of nature—the rustling trees, the distant loon call—mixed with their breathy sighs. Mia clutched at Luke’s shoulders as he drove into her a little faster, a desperate edge creeping into their lovemaking as both neared climax. When Mia came, she arched up, nails digging lightly into Luke’s back, a cry of pleasure echoing across the secluded lake. Luke followed with a deep groan, holding her as he released, their bodies joined as one under the universe’s gaze. He collapsed gently at her side, immediately pulling her into his arms. They lay there, naked under the open sky, catching their breath. Mia rested her head on Luke’s chest, listening to his heartbeat slow to a calm, steady rhythm. He pressed a kiss to her temple and pulled the discarded blanket over their cooling bodies. "I wish we could stay like this forever," she whispered drowsily. Luke hugged her closer as a shooting star streaked across the sky. "Me too," he replied softly. In the starlit silence, they surrendered to the warmth of each other, drifting into a peaceful sleep wrapped in love and moonlight.

by Daisy

outdoor romance softcore dreamy

Shy No More

I could feel my pulse in my throat as I sat beside Priya on my couch. The movie credits were rolling, but neither of us moved to turn off the TV. Instead, I glanced at her and found she was already looking at me with those big brown eyes. We both quickly looked away, blushing. We'd been dating for months, two painfully shy souls orbiting each other. I knew I loved her. I also knew I wanted to make love to her. Summoning courage from some deep reserve, I gently took her hand. "Priya... would you like to stay a little longer?" I asked, voice barely above a whisper. She understood the unspoken meaning. Her cheeks turned pink, but she nodded. "I'd like that," she replied softly. My heart soared and pounded all at once. I stood on shaky legs and offered my hand to her. Fingers entwined, I led her to my bedroom down the hall, each step slow and tentative. In the gentle lamplight of my room, we faced each other unsure where to begin. Priya was fiddling with the hem of her sweater, and I realized my hands were trembling. I decided to be brave for both of us. I reached out and cupped her face, leaning in to place a delicate kiss on her lips. She sighed against my mouth, her hands coming up to rest on my chest where my heart thudded. "It's okay," I murmured, more to myself than her. With careful movements, we began to undress. I peeled off her sweater to reveal a lacy camisole underneath, her modest attempt to feel bold tonight. "You're so beautiful," I breathed, making her smile shyly. She helped me tug my t-shirt over my head, her fingers grazing my skin and leaving tingles in their wake. When we were down to our underwear, we hesitated, holding each other in a gentle embrace as if to gather strength. Priya was the one who broke the spell. She kissed me again, more firmly this time, and then reached behind herself to unclasp her bra. I exhaled in awe as it fell away, revealing her small, perfect breasts. She pressed herself to me, skin to skin, and I felt her nipples pebble against my chest. Desire flared through my nervousness. I guided us onto the bed, laying her down against the pillows. After sliding out of my boxers and her panties, I paused, drinking in the sight of her bare body for the first time. She bit her lip and nodded, eyes shining with trust and love. Slowly, I joined our bodies. The moment I entered her, Priya gasped and clutched at my shoulders. I froze, "Are you okay?" She nodded quickly, "Y-yes... just, go slow." So I moved with utter tenderness, each shallow thrust accompanied by soft whimpers from her and ragged breaths from me. The sensation was overwhelming—hot, tight, and more intimate than anything I'd ever imagined. Our hands found each other, fingers lacing as we built a gentle rhythm. We kept our eyes locked, communication flowing in shy smiles and quiet moans. Gradually, our inhibitions melted away, replaced by pure feeling. Priya’s legs wrapped around my waist, urging me a little deeper. She let out a sweet cry as pleasure washed over her features. The sight of her surrendering to the feeling tipped me over the edge. I buried my face against her neck as I came, a low groan spilling from my lips. Afterward, I realized I was shaking—not from fear anymore, but from the intensity of what we'd shared. Priya noticed and drew me down to lie beside her. "I'm here," she whispered, stroking my hair. I pulled her close, our bodies still flush with warmth. Neither of us was shy in that moment. We had given ourselves completely, and as I felt her heart beating against mine, I knew we'd never have to be afraid with each other again.

by Anastasia

contemporary romance softcore sweet