Curvy Erotica Novels & Stories

Just that reaction fueled my erotic desires, igniting a fire within me. My excitement swelled as fast as his cock, anticipation building in us both. I moved my seat back, then twisted and shimmied out of my clothes to get them off. I managed to get them all off and had only my underwear on, I could feel Cyril’s eyes on me. "You’re driving me insane.” “Why don’t you pull off the road so we can do this right!" I said and he smirked. Eagerly expecting the erotic escapade that awaited us, I spread my legs. My right fingertips slid into my panties and began gently caressing my pussy while jerking his cock with my left fist at once. As I got more and more excited, his dick got harder and harder.

“Slower. Edge her. Don’t let her come.” The man obeyed, pumping lazily, teasing. My hips bucked uselessly. Please, more. Fuck, Marcus, your control is killing me. Time ended too soon. The second member was a woman—curvy, confident. She went straight for my nipples, sucking one into her mouth while twisting the other. Her teeth grazed sensitive flesh. Then her hand between my legs, spreading my lips wide for the room to see.

Kim whispered as they walked into Provocateur. The mannequins adorned with several obscenely indecent lace scraps were all skinny as Holly noticed. The designs ranged from white and feminine to sleazy see-through. A tall woman with ink black hair approached them with a smile. "Welcome to Agent Provocateur, how may we help you today" she said in a voice so honeyed and sultry that it sounded seductive. "We're just looking for a few pieces. You know..." Kim replied as she winked at the woman.

He smiled, then turned back to the spectacle on the glass table. The girl, kneeling on all fours now, spread her thighs apart. Clare watched as her right arm was pushed through between her legs and began to caress her buttocks, her hips swaying from side to side in time to the music, her head hanging down so her long hair brushed the glass. She spread the cheeks of her buttocks apart so Clare had a clear view of her anus, a little wrinkled crater, and her smooth, rather thin labia. Gradually working lower the fingers parted the folds of her sex deliberately exposing the crimson mouth of her vagina. It was wet and glistened under the bright spotlights.

She smiled and ended 'I do sound it don't I? Julia rarely smiled, at least not at work, but when she did it lit up the entire room. 'A bit,' I conceded, 'seriously though. Have you ever read any erotica?' 'No. I just don't like all that foul language.' 'Eroticism is in the mind,' I argued, 'you don't need bad language to be erotic but equally the language of love, however crude, is nearly always erotic to some. Look I've just finished reading a story that I think you'll like. Why don't you read that and then decide?'

The curvy one knelt behind, spreading my ass, her tongue diving into my hole, rimming me with slow, deliberate strokes. “Oh god, yes!” I gasped, rocking against the auburn one, our pussies sliding together, juices mixing. The curvy one added a finger, then two, stretching my ass, while her other hand reached around, rubbing my clit. The dual sensation drove me wild, and I came, squirting between us, soaking the rug.

She didn’t know, not truly, but her dreams had begun to curdle with strange heat, visions of hands not like his, but rougher, mouths that devoured rather than kissed. “They break them open,” Valerius continued, his lips close enough to taste her fear. “They take that sweet innocence and smear it with sin until it’s unrecognizable. Until it begs for more.” He released her, leaving her skin buzzing with something foul and tantalizing. That night, in her canopy bed, Elara touched herself for the first time with purpose, imagining those words as hands on her body. Her own fingers dipped beneath the lace of her nightdress, into the slick heat between her thighs, and she pictured not flowers, but

He massaged Jeremy’s cock, using the precum that leaked out like actual cum from Jeremy’s tip, as lube. He slammed the cock into him again, a gasp spilling out of Jeremy’s lips. “Y-yes,” he replied, his eyes rolling backwards as Marcus started a low grind against his ass, his long, curved cock buried deep inside him. Jeremy barely registered the waves build up deep in his muscles, but he felt Marcus tense up also, a curse slipping past his lips. In matter of moments, both men came tumbling down high waves of pleasure. Jeremy shooting cum all over the floor next to the counter. Marcus’s cum shooting straight into Jeremy’s ass, thick spurts scattering around them.

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

Her thighs shook. He curled his fingers inside her, rubbing that spot she didn’t even know existed. “Sir—Derek—I can’t—!” “You can. And you fucking will. Cum for me. Right on my fucking hand.” Her body snapped. She moaned like a desperate slut, hips grinding into his palm as waves of hot, messy orgasm crashed over her. Derek kept going. "Goddamn," he growled. "You came like a fucking pornstar." She collapsed on the desk, trembling, slick dripping down her thighs.