Dirty Talking Stories Novels & Stories

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

I looked up at him, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, still hazy with lust. “We’re not done, are we?” He kissed me slowly and deeply, tasting whatever was in my mouth. “Not even close.” He cleaned me up as best he could with paper towels, helped me back into the bikini bottoms, and smoothed the white dress down. His cum was still inside me. Every step I took on the walk back across the sand reminded me—warm, slick, filthy. Claire was still asleep under her hat when we returned. I sat down beside him like nothing had happened, thighs pressed tightly together, a small secret smile on my face.

“Do you touch yourself while writing these stories, Lila? Do you imagine my cock stretching that tight little college pussy while you finger yourself at night?” The crude words from his refined mouth made her gasp. She couldn’t answer, but her body betrayed her—her breathing quickened, and she squirmed in her seat. He smiled darkly. “Since you’re so eager for private lessons, here’s your punishment. You will read the entire story aloud while I watch. Every single filthy word. And if you stop or stumble, I’ll bend you over this desk and spank that pretty ass until it’s red.” Lila’s heart raced. Part of her wanted to run. The other part—the part that had written those dirty scenes—was already

“You’ve done that before, and I’m hoping this whiskey will keep an old anger in check.” Leaning back, she crossed her legs. “You want to know a secret?” I blinked at her aloofly, not interested in whatever it is she wants to make known. “You do not seem interested, but I’ll make it known, so you wouldn’t repeat the same mistake. That slap didn’t make me angry or push me away, if anything, it turned me on.” This bitch is crazy. “I love being submissive to a sadist, so I’m used to the pain.” She opened the file and signed on it, sealing the deal with S.H. “You want to know another secret?” She pushed the file towards me.

He took an extra inch into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and bobbing his head, the hard length disappearing gradually. “Fuck” the man recieving the treatment gasped, his veiny hands moving to hold his head and his hips thrusting slowly. “Shit” someone cursed drawing my attention. Max, Jonathan and George were all stroking their cocks but Jonathan’s eyes were locked on me, his full lips plump and parted as he rocked his hips into his palm. The depravity of the action sent a chill down my spine and straight to my cock and a choke gasp escaped my lips.

Complaints, insults, excuses, frustration. “That asshole plays dirty.” “The ref was bought.” “We shouldn’t have lost like that.” I clench my jaw as I read, close the chat without thinking too much because I don’t want to stay there, don’t want to keep going over the same thing, don’t want to think about the game or him, so I set my phone aside and take a deep breath, trying to clear my head, even if it’s just for a while. Tonight I’m only going to do one thing, drink enough to not feel anything and leave early before it all becomes unbearable, no drama, no complications, not giving him more space than he already takes.

He reached up, grabbing her breasts, squeezing them rough, his fingers digging in, then sliding one hand down to finger her pussy while she kept riding, his thumb circling her clit, making her arch back and cry out even louder. I stood there, watching him fondle my fucking best friend, his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy, the sounds of their bodies slapping together filling the room, and I felt sick, used, like everything we'd had was just a lie. I couldn't hold it in anymore, my voice broke as I whispered, "Alex... Alex!" Tyla's eyes snapped open, she froze for a second, then scrambled off him, her pussy still glistening from how wet she was, his cock shiny and hard, pointing up li

She leaned in and licked a line of sweat from my collarbone, then bit down on my skin, sucking on it until a hickey formed. Tasha blew out the candle and set it aside, then dragged her fingers through the cooling wax, pressing it into my skin before peeling a strip away slowly. Tasha swung her leg back over mine and resumed the scissoring. Her pussy was even wetter now, sliding against mine with every movement of her hips. She reached between us again, spreading both our folds so our clits could rub directly against each other. The friction between our wet swollen cunts sent jolts straight through me. Belle's hand tightened on my throat again while she kissed me, her tongue pushing into my m

I stutter and close my thigh together, only for my swollen and wet cunt lips to rub together and elicit a new sensation in my core. What is this? “Just fingering Lydia by the pool side” Kandy says dirtily and my jaw drops open, a moan slipping out instead of a protest and I see my step daddy's jaw tick. He fold his fingers into a fist like he's holding back, he looks so sexy like that. “Kandy that's inappropriate, Lydia is a good girl” he says, sounding like he's restraining himself from yelling at us but Kandy's smile only widen. The tension between the two of them causes my pussy to pulse again with an even stronger want and wronger need…raw and dirty.

It was pleasant and painful at the same time. She began kissing me again, then she slowly lifted herself from me. Her hand went under her, groping around for my cock. I reached down to grab it and put it in her hand. She stroked it gently, as if preparing it for what was to come. I took in a sharp breath when I felt my tip rubbing against her pussy lips. “Can you feel that?” She asked softly. “I'm dripping wet and it's all because of you.” One thing I had come to love more than having sex with her was the way she talked dirty while at it. It was so stimulating that I was sure she could have made me cum just by her words alone.