Our hardcore sex stories are for those who like "edgier" stories, pushing the limits. They are typically difficult to classify in other categories, and will usually involve multiple elements that may not be to everyone's tastes.
Stories which contain the following, are likely to be found in this hardcore section: gagging, rough sex, choking play, ass-to-mouth, watersports, cum-play, snowballing, anal play, enemas, face-sitting, cbt, fisting, cock beating / face slapping, and other types of sex usually reserved for those who like the more extreme forms of sexual activity.
My phone buzzed against my desk, and I frantically scrambled for it so as not to disturb the monastic quiet of the open-plan office. I flipped it over, and Lucy’s face and number flashed on the screen. I swore under my breath. The last thing I needed righ...
I hate nostalgia. I consider it a powerful drug. When you believe the good old days were the best time of your life, you’re not living in the moment, and you might truly be missing out on the best time of your life. My personal belief is that every day sh...
“You never told me your dick was this big,” Sharon observed. Kurt didn’t respond. His erection was becoming painful. Having exhausted his store of excess semen in Paula Fowler’s cunt the day before, Kurt just needed to calm himself. By now, he well knew t...
We splashed into his hotel room, making out like teenagers. His mouth tasted like bourbon and mine like cranberry vodka as our saliva mixed in sloppy kisses. His thick arms wrapped around me and made my athletic frame feel petite. Our tongues missed occas...
In response to the vision of his girlfriend Delphia’s impending late night visit, Jules Kittridge’s penis ballooned into a steely arc. If he touched himself now he would bust a nut and, in so doing, waste the better part of their first embrace in his fist...
Considering how my Saturday started with Kay coming by to collect the money for my new living room furniture and winding up nearly fucking my brains out, the rest of my Saturday was rather mundane. I showered and spent the rest of my morning and most of t...
Mike got out of bed, and I moved closer to my boyfriend. His brow furrowed, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled deeply. "Will you be a good boy if I release you?" My voice quivered with anxiety as I stared into David's piercing gaze, fearful that he would...
Sitting at my kitchen table, I was staring at a stack of envelopes; some marked "PAST DUE," others marked "FINAL NOTICE," all in bright red. I knew I was in financial trouble and had no idea how I'd find my way out. "Fucking Pandemic," I thought. Tears be...
I had her banged to rights, and there was no denying the evidence of the eyes. The maid had been pilfering money from me for quite some time, taking only small amounts each time and hoping I wouldn't notice. But I had seen and now would confront her with...
You come out of the bathroom wearing a towel wrapped around you, still drying your hair with another. I walk up to you, wrap my arms around your towel-clad body, and gently kiss you. You give me a look like what are you doing since I interrupted you dryin...
When you walk through the door, I can tell from the tension in your eyes that your headache is back. You drop your briefcase at the door and walk into my waiting arms, burying your eyes into my neck to keep the light out of them. You whisper to me, “Pleas...
“I’m your whore, your fucking whore!” I moaned, half-screaming, as I thrust my hips into him violently, fully impaling myself on his thick, hard cock. On my hands and knees, my shapely, round ass sticking up into the air, we’d tumbled over the back of the...
Saad took the elevator up to the luxury penthouse condo of his friend, Rob. The friendship between the pair had evolved after years of going out to chase women together and drink on weekends. As the years passed, the two had made it to their mid-thirties...
Verdurous decorations, glittering like festive, captive stars, mixed with the crimson and sterling bells. Lining the streets, garland, berries, and holly were strung in grand, sweeping arches; wreaths, angels, and other Yuletide icons adorned every show w...
“Happy Birthday, Roser!” My mum led the toast. My dad, my mum, and my circle of close friends from college all clinked glasses. “Here’s to many more,” said Maria, who I sat next to in class and was the best friend I’d made there. We sat next to each other...
