Ever been fûcked so good you forgot your own name... and thanked them for it? Welcome to SWEET SURRENDER, a collection of short erotic stories that explores the raw, aching edge of submission. Each tale drags you into the dark corners of desire where power isn’t just taken, it’s begged for. Inside these pages, you’ll meet women who ache for control to be stripped away and the men ruthless enough to do it. Expect forbidden temptation, age gaps erotic stories that burn, discipline met with praise, and the filthy high of being watched and used. Some stories will leave you breathless with tenderness. Others? They’ll ruin you, in the best way. If you’ve ever whispered “Yes, Sir,” or spread your thighs on command, this book doesn’t just speak to you. It speaks for you. You're not just reading. You're surrendering. So turn the pages of this book... and give in.
View MoreSummary: A young woman gets a surprise gift from her husband on valentine's day. It turns out to be a glimpse of her past life, and she finds herself pleading to be used by not one, but several strangers.
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A Valentine's Slut (Part 1)
It's 9 p.m., and I am laid completely naked on a padded bench. I’ve been bound, my hands and legs spread apart, while my wrists and ankles are pulled tight and tied. I am blindfolded, and I’m acutely aware of the cool air that caresses my bare pussy and the stiffness of my nipples.
I tremble in excitement as I take several deep breaths, trying to get my nerves under control. Every breath feels like a countdown as I try to distract myself with my thoughts.
Moments later, I begin to hear voices and I steady myself. The door opens, and I hear people walk into the room as the door closes again.
Silence.
The room is quiet again, and I can feel eyes on my naked, willing body. I wonder whether my husband is still there with me.
"Are you willing to surrender?" A female voice asks.
I nod, "Yeah... please, Fuck me."
--Two hours earlier--
"You have no idea how long I've planned this for you.” My husband says, winking at me.
A thrill shoots through me. Hold on…let me take you back to how it all began.
It's valentine's day. My husband and I are about to embark on a sexual adventure we have been discussing for several days. We have been married for three years, and our sex life together has been exciting. We love each other deeply, and we satisfy each other.
However, a small part of me craved the thrills and danger of my previous life. Long before I got married, I was once a sexual submissive and while in college, I had been introduced to the raw pleasures of bondage. Then, I made a living by selling hot nudes of my body and visiting a few clients to satisfy them. It was lucrative and exciting, and the thrill of surrendering my control to someone else was the sweetest part of it for me.
At some point I decided not to take the risk anymore, and so I became a high-end dominatrix. I'll tell you what this means…I finally realized I could be the one in control, and the money involved would be even greater than when I was a sub. I was happy with being a whore until I met the perfect man and fell in love with him.
It was surprising that he knew what I did for a living at the beginning, yet he went crazy over me. He wanted me all to himself and when we got married, I had to stop being a sexual dom, and I had sex with only him.
To make things clear, a sexual Dom takes control of the sexual act and everything that happens in it. They’re the one who gives the orders, sets the pace, decides when and how you’re touched, or if you’re touched at all. They know how to make you ache, beg, and break… and they take pleasure in watching you come undone at their command. It’s not just about power. 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.
A few days before Valentine's Day, my husband had proposed an adventure as his Valentine's Day present to me. After some discussion, I agreed to do whatever he told me to do. I was excited to be his sub for the evening.
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"Honey," I say, "I'm ready whatever plans you have for me." I flash him my brightest smile.
"Take off your clothes." he orders.
I do that with a rush as I resist the urge to tell him that I'd prefer to have my clothes on, especially if he plans on taking me out of the house. I step out of my knee-length black gown and fling it in the bed.
As he moves towards my closet, I shoot a glance at my reflection in the full-length mirror by the wall. My blue eyes stare back at me, and I noticed how full and red my lips are. My wavy blonde hair hangs down on either side of my breasts, almost to my waist. My eyes settleon my erect nipples and I smile.
Damn, I am sexy!
My ass is tight and firm, and my long, slender legs meet at my bare pussy. My skin is flawless. I smile slightly with the realization that my body has not changed since I was in college.
"Put these on." My husband says, breaking into my thoughts.
I turn around and take the strappy red heels from my husband. He loves to see me naked wearing only high heels. So, I put them on the floor and step into them gracefully, giving him a show as I straighten up.
His eyes linger on my pussy for some seconds before they trail up to my face again, meeting my stare.
“You like what you see?” I tease him.
“I could bend you over, and fuck that pussy right now.” He says.
I chuckle, “okay?”
“I have better plans for you tonight, my doll.”
That name! Oh. My. Fucking. Goodness!
I shudder as I think about how much it turns me on whenever he addresses me as his doll.
"Wear this." He says, handing me a minidress, a favorite of his. It is a soft velvet fabric, red in color. I pull it over my head and down across my hips. It is held up with spaghetti straps that tie behind my neck, and it stops halfway up my thighs.
The front plunges between my breasts, and my nipples poke out under the thin fabric. My toned back is bare. The shapes of my legs are visible when the light shines from behind me. I look at my husband, and it is obvious he is enjoying what he sees.
I smile, “You like this look, don't you?”
“You'd look better with this” he says as he picks up a brown leather collar from the table. I'm surprised that I never noticed it lying there. He moves behind me and puts the collar around my neck. It is thin and outfitted with small rings at intervals. He fastens it and we look in the mirror together, as he remains behind me.
This is something new for us, and I give him a questioning look.
“Honey, tell me. What's going on?” I ask.
My Wife's Dirty Fantasy(4)“Damn it,” I groaned, running a hand through my hair.Of course I wanted him to fuck her. I wasn’t in denial about that. But hearing her say she wouldn’t let it happen, unless I was there to watch, stirred something primal in me.She turned to face me, her eyes heavy with sleep but her voice clear. “I wanted him. I’m not going to lie. But I already made up my mind, days ago. If I ever let him fuck me, it wouldn’t be behind your back. You’d be there. Watching. Enjoying it with me. That’s your fantasy, not mine. And I was never going to deny you that.”My cock twitched at her words.“I fucking love you, you dirty little bitch,” I growled, unable to hold back any longer. I pushed my cock into her. The , deep, and fast—fueled by everything she’d just confessed. I didn’t last long. The mental image of her on her knees in the back of that taxi had me coming inside her almost instantly.“I’m sorry,” I panted, catching my breath. “You haven’t even cum yet.”She smil
My Wife's Dirty Fantasy (3)“Well, for starters,” Grace began slowly, “I don’t want to do anything you don’t truly want me to do. I know, this has always been your fantasy, not mine. I’ve played along, flirted with the idea, but I never really thought it would become... real. I’ve always been content with just us. The thought of actually crossing that line always felt too risky.”She paused, then gave a shaky laugh. “But I can’t lie. It has been exciting,. I’m flattered, Sweetie. More than flattered that someone like him… young, sexy and confident finds me attractive. When he was sucking on my nipples, my pussy was so wet. I could’ve let him fuck me right then. It felt wrong, but so damn right too… being touched by someone else after all these years.”I stayed quiet, letting her speak without interruption. “I was shocked you didn’t freak out when I told you what happened in the car. Instead, you told me you wished I’d let him fuck me,” she said, her eyes searching mine. “You’ve been
My Wife's Dirty Fantasy (2)"I still can't believe it happened," Grace said, with a low voice. "All night, I was thinking about what I was going to do when we stopped outside his house. I knew you'd be hoping I had something exciting to tell you. I felt like a damn teenager. I was nervous, giddy, and just overthinking everything."She paused, chewing on her bottom lip."But when we finally stopped, he just turned to me, said 'Thanks,' and moved to get out of the car. I panicked. I don’t even know why I said it, but I blurted, ‘What, no kiss tonight?’”I raised an eyebrow. “You really said that?”She nodded. “You should’ve seen his face. Total surprise. But then... he smiled. And leaned over to kiss me."Her breath hitched."This time, I didn’t hold back. I kissed him. Fuckk. I kissed him hard. It was my tongue first, not his. I was nervous as hell, but I wanted it. And the moment our mouths really met, it was like something snapped in me.”I could feel my pulse thudding just listening
My wife Grace is 46, and we’ve been together for over twenty years. She’s gorgeous, smart, and caring. Very organized, very loyal. We have a great marriage. Well, she’s my best friend, and the sex? Incredible. You’d never guess it, but Grace is filthy in bed. She loves cock, loves to explore, and once I hit her “on buttons”—those sensitive nipples of hers, she’s unstoppable.This isn’t a cheating story. This is about my wife indulging my long-time fantasy: watching her with another man, maybe even a threesome. We’ve talked about it for years: drty talk, roleplay, me pretending to be a stranger, her tied up while I introduced a second “dick” into the scene. But she always said it would stay fantasy. She only wanted me.That was until a few months ago.Grace started a two-hour evening college course. After the second class, I asked if she’d made any friends. She said they were all strangers, but she'd been chatting with a guy who lived nearby. I teased, “Got yourself a new man-friend?”
Threesome Tonight? (4)I slid my fingers between her ass cheeks which were already slick with her own juices and Jack’s. As she leaned down against his chest, I used my other hand to spread her open and let my tongue circle her tight little bloom. She shivered in response.“God… don’t stop,” she moaned.I teased her with the tip of my tongue, licking gently before easing one slick finger into her ass. Her body jolted, and she pushed back against my hand with a needy groan.“More,” she begged.I slipped in another finger, slowly working her open as Jack thrust up into her from below. I could feel his cock pushing through the thin barrier between her walls, each movement intensifying the pressure. Valerie’s body began to tremble. Her hips were erratic, and her breathing was shallow.“Oh god, I’m gonna—”Her body tensed, and she came hard, moaning Jack’s name as she collapsed onto his chest. I gently pulled my fingers from her, running them along her pulsing pussy lips before kissing he
Threesome Tonight? (3)His cock was already hardening beneath my touch, and I gasped slightly at the feel—thick, heavy, and free. No underwear. I started stroking him gently, teasing through his slacks, while Valerie pushed my panties to the side and slid a finger into me.“Fuck,” I whispered, unable to hold it in.Jack’s hand joined Valerie’s between my thighs, and I turned to kiss him—wet, hungry, breathless. While Valerie fingered me slowly, Jack rubbed circles into my clit. I thought I’d lose my mind.Valerie repositioned, sliding down the booth. She pulled my leg over the seat so I was open to her. Then she leaned in.Her tongue flicked my clit and my breath hitched. Jack helped hold my panties aside as I reached down and unzipped him, finally freeing his cock. It sprang up, thick and curved slightly, and I almost moaned just from the sight.I leaned down and wrapped my lips around him as Valerie worked me harder, her fingers pumping into my dripping pussy.Jack groaned low and d
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