Dirty Short Stories Novels & Stories

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

“You mean even in the—“ “Yes! Any! There aren’t any points for being prudish, so do what you wish. The shadow lasts for roughly forty-five seconds. Get ready! It’s coming!” The men and women instantly paired off. Nerves were racing and the whiskey flowing. It would be a wonder for most to succeed... “No! No touching yet!” the host screamed. “Wait for it... wait for it... and... go! Get it hard and get it in! Forty seconds!” Sienna hurriedly bent over in front of her man. She expected his hard cock to penetrate her with a sense of urgency and horniness. Instead... what she actually felt was a limp noodle brushing haphazardly against her wet pussy lips.

"Don't stop, Kill! I'm gonna cum! Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" A crowd quickly gathered in the courtyard, their backs to us, unaware of the filth happening above their heads. But Jimmy was seeing it all. He saw every inch of the twins' cocks disappearing into my body. The people began the countdown. "10... 9... 8... 7... 6..." "Take it, you little whore," Killian hissed, his jaw tight. "5... 4... 3... 2...” “I’m close,” Sinbad roared.

I arch up, desperate for friction. “Been wanting this,” he pants between kisses. Bites my bottom lip. “Every time you walk around in those tight little shorts. Teasing me.” “Same,” I admit. Voice wrecked. “Every time you come out of the shower dripping wet.” He yanks my shorts and briefs down in one rough tug. My cock springs free—hard, leaking, flushed dark. He wraps a big hand around it. Strokes once. Twice. Firm. Perfect pressure. I buck hard, groaning.

All he knows is that I’m a thirty-two-yearold scientist with a kinky side. The only thing I’ve been honest about is my kink. Through my texts, I’m brave. I write my heart out. I tell him my innermost thoughts and the most depraved of my fantasies. I don’t know if I can be that way in real life.

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

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

THEMES: Public danger, anonymous possession and shame kink KINKS: CnC fantasy, breeding talk, public risk, clothing ripping, praise & degradation mix, light restraint and humiliation arousal --- "I haven't finished yet!!" "Fuck off you horny bitch! I can't kill myself because you." I scoff at this, "You didn't even last more than 5 minutes!!!" However my boyfriend doesn't even look at me and rolls over to his side of the bed, keeping his back to me.

Long Story Short, I survived. ────────────────────────────────────────────────────

He hovered above me, his eyes glowing gold with lust. Thunder erupted outside, clashing with the storm of lust brewing in those eyes. I tried to sit up, to slide back, but it made me rub my legs instead as he was so close. Rubbing my legs made my cum drip out of my cunt. I took my head backwards, moaning softly as I bit my lips shamelessly.