Bully Erotica Novels & Stories

"Lots and lots of books." "Ah, you must have found the hidden p**n section of the library," Laz jokes as he sits down next to us. "One of the previous Legacies had a part-time job writing erotica. She didn't need the money, she just liked writing naughty things and knowing her words were making people orgasm around the world." My cheeks are burning. It is one thing talking about these things to Nyx, but sometimes I forget that there are seven other people at this table with us and that some of them might be listening in.

Butterflies flap widely around in my stomach and I resis the urge to take his fingers into my mouth and suck on them sensually while we lock eyes. I'm a virgin (Another secret I'd like to take to my grave, because only weirdos and unfuckable assholes stay virgins in highschool) but I've read every erotic romance book and watched every romance movies you can ever think of. So having not even gotten my first kiss yet, I had alot of fantasies. I was an erotic writer too. Though I haven't monetized my work yet, because I only wrote like once in a blue moon when I had time.

His pulse refused to slow down. *Pathetic.* That was the word for this. For all of it. Three years of being humiliated by someone and still, still, lying in bed every morning hoping for one more glimpse of him before school forced them back into their assigned roles .... bully and joke, golden boy and punchline. Ezra had never told anyone. Not Sophie. Not his mother. Some secrets you buried so deep they became part of the foundation, load-bearing walls holding up everything else, and you learned to live around the shape of them instead of ever digging them out.

Luca stuck his tongue inside my pussy hole and began rubbing my clit with his thumb, gliding it up and down. “Oooh fuck,” I gasped, my climax nearing with each lick. “Keep your eyes on Aiden,” she said, before she continued stroking my buds with her wet tongue. I continued to watch him. Watch him pleasure himself. Watch him fuck his hand. It was the most erotic thing I had seen. I imagined he was fucking me. His thick cock was inside, pounding me, stretching me. Aiden grabbed his balls with his other hand, massaging them fervently,

She came closer to his ears and whispered in a low seductive voice “Please.Quench my thirst darling.” She stripped down her bathrobe completely. Now she was stark naked in front of him. “Let’s try something different today.” he says, pulling out handcuffs and a stick from his drawer. “What's that for?” she asked, pointing towards the stick. It didn't look like some naughty sex toy but rather something a cop would use to punish criminals who won't confess their crimes. “It’s all for fun darling .You will soon know its usage.” She got down on all four limbs in doggy style on the bed as he tied her wrist to the end of headboards of bed with handcuffs , spreading her legs apart.

Disclaimer!!! : Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. BDSM and Kink. Triggering themes. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat. No Intro, go in blind and enjoy the outcome. ----- ZINNIA’S POV I gasped as I moaned out my husband's name. I arched up towards him as he stroked my pussy with his cock. I writhed against the bedsheet moaning out loudly. “Fuck Ryder….oh babe!” I watched my husband slip his cock out of my pussy and give me a spank on my ass. Making me scream, and coming back to reality.

My orgasm ruptured over into a mindless moan that I let spill out, earning a knock on the wall from our neighbors. If Maverick heard, he didn’t care, he kept up his speed, his palm coming down hard on my cheek, and I felt hot knowing his fingertips would leave a bruise for me to admire later. My husband, my bully, Maverick Booker, would do anything to protect me. And I felt it in every move he made. THE END (MAYBE) …

In the next series, it will be an explosive and infuriatingly hardcore Gay short erotica stories compilation where filthy boys and dangerously hungry men chasing the very thing they shouldn’t crave. They just want to be ruined, reshaped and overly pleased because their bodies bleed and burn with an obsession that runs deeper for any cure, except one. High voltage desires to have their tight cracks shed apart, rimmed with sizes they never imagined exist and their girths straining, covered with slick. You’ll be left glancing through the pages in the most hidden corner of the world where no one would see you squirming. If you will be reading with a partner, fair warning: you’ll either test thei

His shirt and her top were still on as he crawled up and filled her with thick, hot prick. This was not the gentle, calm Bobby, who lay there under her. But ... he wasn’t violent either. Not really. Not in the same sense that her ex-husbands had been. And he didn’t just plug in, squirt and then go drink beer either. When she felt herself being filled, she was just beginning to warm up. It felt wonderful, but he was being so rough that she was still a little nervous. That fled as he stroked her patiently, and she caught fire. He kept going until she had an orgasm, grinding against her and kissing her while that electrified her body.

Ryder breathed, his pace unraveling, his thrusts tightening into something faster, more erratic. Ruth-Ann was coming apart, her middle finger working her clit with frantic precision. She was panting, her head tipping back against the wall, her chest rising and falling as she watched the man she'd craved all day take her mother apart piece by piece. She was a sinner. She was a voyeur. She was a whore. And she didn't care. Inside the room, Ryder's head lifted sharply.