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.
The Black Keys thunder from pulsating speakers as Rex scorches us across a parched stretch of desolation. Madness glints in his eyes as he ups the volume and floors the accelerator, pushing the jittery needle past eighty-eight. The engine spits and roars. In the mirror I see a cloud of black exhaust streaming from the ass end of the restored Tradesman. The imagery has me reminiscing of...Read On
Our collaboration once posted on Sweet as Candy's page. Reposted here with her permission
An animalistic growl escaped his lips and his throbbing rod plunged deep into my pussy, almost slamming against my cervix. I cried out as Ethan sank his teeth into my neck, grunting as he thrust harder into my pouting hole. My legs were around his lower back, his muscular form pinning me into position. I barely managed to hold onto his biceps with my petite hands as he pummeled me,...Read On
In response to your enquiry
Dear Ms [NAME WITHHELD]. Thank you for your enquiry. In all honesty, I found your e-mail a little vague on the details, but I suppose that’s only to be expected since by your own admission you’re still ambivalent as to whether or not you really want to enlist my services. Nevertheless, your e-mail gave me a good idea of the kind of thing you fantasize about, and so I will lay out a...Read On
Please... I want to taste myself off of you
I taste best from off of you......Read On
“Of one so young, so rich in nature’s store...”
Dawn tried to break, feeble and pasty behind clouds spitting down on the grey, slick streets. I turned off my headlights; I didn’t need to advertise I’d been driving all night. The rain was coming down harder now, from low, thick clouds. The night didn’t want to give up, and neither did the whores, who were still out in force. Good thing, because I was looking for one. I flicked on the...Read On
A short story about one congregation's oratory confession practice
God does not cast fallen angels to hell and deliver them into chains of darkness, reserving them for judgment, but instead spares his angels from their sins. Her years of observation and ordinance had trained Grace well. ~ ~ ~ “Bless me Father, for I have sinned.” The lingering stench of old wood and confessed transgression comforted Grace. This was a familiar space. She knew it...Read On
A slutty young wife goads her husband into a rough passionate fuck....
We had played the game before, and ultimately she always won. She knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it. She wanted rough hard sex without restraint from someone she trusted and desired. She said, “Fuck me like you hate me.” And at times I hated her. I hated how she owned and possessed me; how there was hardly a moment when she was not on my mind. I hated how I needed her...Read On
Amanda gets an education in Plane Whoring
Phil made good on taking me to Whistler. Within two days of our return trip from Aspen, the flight where my quick thinking saved him from a distracting and expensive sexual harassment lawsuit, I got a call from his assistant to see if I wanted to accompany Phil to Canada in two weeks for a five day skiing trip. Phil might be loathsome company off the slopes, but he skied in style. The...Read On
There was no bondage or spanking or shit, but it still went beyond anything she’d ever experienced.
Amy was waiting for her at the appointed spot. Beneath the coat Prudence could see the younger woman was wearing black nylons and black shoes with heels far too tall for anyone’s comfort. The two females hugged. “So do we take a bus, or should we call a taxi?” Prudence asked. “No point,” Amy said. “It’s not far at all. This way.” She set off down the street, Prudence falling into step...Read On
Sequel to Mastered....
Gregory knew that Alice hadn't seen him since Friday night. However, he saw a lot of her on Saturday. He couldn't get her out of his mind; he dreamed about her red braid in his grip and woke with a throbbing erection. He drove to her apartment on Saturday morning, noting that the old car in her parking space now had four functional tires. The registration was still out of date. Sweet Alice...Read On
An aspiring rockstar enjoys a raucous celebration party after signing a recording contract.
The crowd roared as the band took the stage. As the bass began to thump out a rhythm, the drummer soon joined in. The decibel level shot through the roof, and that was just the noise of the fans in the audience. The band knew these weren’t their fans. No, these fans were there to see Linkin Park. This band was just there as the opening act in their first ever major gig. Nonetheless, they...Read On
Keith meets the guys and begins his new career.
I felt my right nut slip from Stella's lips as she released it and moved to the left, suctioning that one in for the same tongue bath she’d just completed on the right one. Her hand continued to slide up and down my hard shaft, stroking my full length with an extra twist applied to the swollen head of my cock each time her hand enclosed it. Her expert ball-sucking combined with her small,...Read On
Keith's interview for his new job turns bizarre.
I’d interviewed for my new job just over a week ago. At the time, I’d assumed that it was probably one of the strangest days I would ever have in my life, but I was hired and that’s what mattered. I really needed the job. I just completed my first week on the job, and it turns out that my assumption regarding the peculiarity of my interview day proved to be premature… and completely wrong. ...Read On
A frustrated soccer mom auditions to do porn.
“So tell me why you want to work in the adult industry,” I prompted. The video camera rested on my desk, focused on my subject. The woman on the couch in front of me looked ill-at-ease. She was in her mid-thirties, wearing a short skirt and a low top. She crossed and recrossed her legs. They were good legs to look at. She wasn’t a typical late-teens, early-twenties, wannabe starlet; rather,...Read On
I shut the laptop with slightly shaky hands. I was wet. Ridiculously so. I could feel my pussy lips smoosh against each other as I scooted back on the couch and replayed his words in my head. He always had this effect on me. It was just words on a screen, but without fail I'd find myself getting wet when he told me what he wanted to do to me. It wasn't everyone I talked to. Just him. He had...Read On
The loftier the life; the more the opposite attracts.
”Can’t Buy Me Love”, ”Love Don’t Cost a Thing” – you know the songs; the ones dedicated to the prospect that love is a magical thing, independent of the sordid world of pounds, dollars, euros. Of course they’re all ideological; handy ways of disguising the obvious fact that money impacts on love in the same way it impacts on the rest of our lives, or else how do you explain that spousal...Read On
A perfect high-school senior finds an outlet by auditioning for porn.
“ID,” the bored secretary said, without even looking up at me. She received my model’s release in one hand and my driver’s licence in the other. She compared the name on the form with my licence. I expected some comment about it being my birthday, but nothing. She glanced up at me briefly, snapping her gum, checking to see that my face matched my licence. “All set, honey. Down the hall,...Read On
An international model scams an Arab Prince for millions.
Orlando eased back on the yoke, cut thrust, and the sleek Gulfstream jet settled gently onto the runway of the King Khalid International Airport in Riyadh. "Hey! Wake up, beautiful!" he said, leaning across the thrust console and giving Indri a gentle nudge. He braked seconds after touchdown, steered towards the apron, and cut across a taxiway, heading for a private hanger on the outskirts...Read On
Belgard: A loving look, an amorous glance.
Liam put his fork down, sat straight up and stared at his phone's screen for several seconds. One new message, his home-screen read. He put it down without viewing it, finished his meal and once again picked up his phone. 1 New Message: Adelaide He unlocked his phone and read the text. Adelaide: I miss you. Are you doing ok? Liam placed his phone down on the bar and ordered a...Read On
Amanda invites a friend over while her boyfriend is at work for some very kinky fun.
Amanda’s eyes opened to greet the morning sun peering through the cracks in the horizontal blinds. She let out a long cat-like yawn as she stretched her arms out over her head, feeling several cracks emanating from her tired joints. Glancing over, she noticed her boyfriend stirring from his slumber as well. Feeling the soft fabric of the bed sheets gliding over her nipples, her body tingled...Read On
Don't believe what you see. Nothing is as it seems. Or is it?
I. Giant, multicolored sails litter the rolling turquoise waves of the Pacific. From this distance, they’re like flecks of paper mache swaying back and forth in the wind, waving little goodbyes as they drift farther and farther out. There’s a hard metallic clank as the hatch locks into place. “All set,” a twanging southern voice calls out. In the mirror, a slim shape in a tank top...Read On
Babydoll finds her ultimate freedom by indulging in the hardcore.
The city is lonely and my bedside table is in disarray. Cherry cola fizzes in a champagne flute. A ragged copy of Albert Camus’ The Fall holds a position of importance in place of a Bible. It’s bookmarked at Jean-Baptiste’s recollection of that warm autumn night by the River Seine. I like to reread that passage when I can’t sleep. Next to it, there’s a half-smoked joint in a vintage...Read On
A vicar's wife's embarks on a journey from vanilla to hardcore.
You could have heard a pin drop as he stepped through the church hall doorway. One moment there was the almost deafening sounds of the hustle and bustle of the busy parish summer bring and buy sale and the next moment complete silence. People stopped in their tracks and turned and stared at him; it was almost as if Old Nick himself had entered the room, desecrating holy ground. But it wasn’t...Read On
How far will a sexy young journalist go to land her story?
Laney Travers walked down the ill-lit corridor and paused outside the doorway to her virtue's doom. Apartment twenty-nine again. Heaven help this well-raised girl. Well, maybe not Heaven ... Mike's voice sounded in her head: “News – real news – is what someone doesn’t want you to know, Laney sweetheart. The rest is fuckin’ propaganda. Keep searchin’ for truth among the bullshit....Read On
The name’s Chase. Franklin Roosevelt Chase. I’m a private Dick in Pratchett or Fairyville as the locals call it. It’s not a profession for someone who’s averse to getting a little dirt on them. Suits me perfectly. It doesn’t pay well, but it puts enough change in my pocket to keep my vices going; drinking to excess, losing at cards, and pissing off good looking dames. Today I was on a roll....Read On
In the days when porn was taboo.
Early Spring 1980 Just minutes before, a rare thunderstorm had graced Los Angeles. Rain had poured in torrents, leaving puddles and causing reflective glare on the streets. The click of high heels on the wet sidewalk roused the attention of the guys standing outside the pool hall. They all turned to watch as a very attractive young blonde walked by. “Hey babe, wanna taste of big...Read On
She hadn’t planned it and it wasn’t her idea ... but it was all the hotter for that
Em was in a very unusual situation. It wasn't that she was lying nearly naked with her legs spread wide open in the middle of a super-king-size bed in an expensive hotel suite. It was certainly not that her fuck-me's and her little cocktail dress were lying in a wantonly discarded heap where they had been thrown after they were rather warmly removed. The fact that she had then briefly worn...Read On
The problem with liking it when your wife acts slutty is the implications if it’s not just an act.
I pasted on my most affable, self-deprecating face while Ellen socialized with the six frat boys she’d homed in on. Actually, they were first year associates at a big LA law firm, they claimed. They had enough arrogance and youthful bravado for it. They were cookie cutter douche bags as far as I was concerned and for all practical purposes they were frat boys, half-a-dozen clean cut boys...Read On
When revelry goes awry, he has a weekend to piece together the pieces.
With a start, he woke up clasping a pillow in a light, airy bedroom. Beams of watery winter sunlight hurt his eyes and forced them closed. He took some air through his nostrils; they filled with a hint of perfume and the faint musky smell of sex. He had no idea where he was. Rolling onto his back, his body complained with a dull ache and so did his morning glory. His mind blank, whatever...Read On
When Crystal is unable to afford a plane ticket, her best friend has a depraved solution.
I had thirty days left to find a way to make it to the Maldives, where I had promised to meet up with John, chat partner, cyber lover and, from the pictures he had sent me and which had me spend hours upon hours with my fingers between my thighs, stud extraordinaire. But how do you get halfway across the world when all you have left on your bank account are one-hundred and twenty-three...Read On