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He jumped at her touch, and she pulled at his pants. Suddenly, in a swift gesture, he took off her tshirt and sweater. She shook herself out her bra, and he leaned down to lick the puckering pink nipple. She was flooded with warmth and could feel herself getting wet. She’d been saving herself for a special occasion and a special man, but her body screamed instead, now, now, now. His lips were circling her nipples, while his leg spread her thighs wide so that she could ride against him. She rubbed herself against his leg, grinding against him, using the desk as leverage to find a place she wanted to reach, if only, if only….She wanted to touch him. She reached out to feel his cock and they bo

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

Erotic Compilation Stories. My Fantasy::: It was definitely a time of extreme trial for me, and if I had known how it would end, I might have not bitched as much as I did during it all. To begin with, my boyfriend, Jimmy, broke up with me because when I shared my fantasies with him, per his request, he said I was too much of a sexual freak for him. Let me explain a bit further so you better understand. I had been reading stories on those sites that specialize in erotic literature after doing some research on a paper for a class on human sexuality on how some people engage in different sexual acts for pleasure. Now, some of the stories were so bizarre that I couldn't finish reading them, but

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

“And you wanted me to notice.” “Yes.” He hooked his fingers into her thong and dragged it down her thighs, letting it pool at her ankles. Cool air hit her soaked pussy. He groaned softly. “Look at you. Dripping down your legs already.” One thick finger traced her seam, gathering wetness, then pushed inside without warning. She moaned, pushing back. He added a second finger, pumping slow and deep, curling to hit that spot that made her knees buckle. “You’ve been fantasizing about this, haven’t you?” he said against her ear, leaning over her. “About me bending you over my desk and fucking you raw while the campus walks by outside.”

His eyes went straight to my pussy, and the look he gave me made my more juices flowed from my hole. "You re dripping for me." He whispered. I moaned from just his voice. Then he leaned down and rested his warm mouth right on my pussy. "Gosh!" He didn't rush. He pulled back and shaped his lips into a perfect 'O', then placed it right over my clit made my eyes roll back on their own. "Fuuuck Grey, that feels insane." "You taste so sweet," he whispered between licks. His tongue slid up and down, slow at first, then faster. His lips sucked hard around my clit, making me shake again. Then he slid two fingers deep inside.

He must be feeling the same because his hands knead harder, his kisses get more feverish, and I can feel his hardness start to poke against my ass. First Guy captures my lips in his again, threading his fingers in my hair. His kiss is heated and urgent, turning me on faster than anyone has ever done. I’m the only one naked while both are still dressed. I can feel my wetness increasing, and my body starts aching for some relief. The air gets hotter, and I can feel his cock poking my lower belly. I’m sandwiched between cocks, and the thought alone makes me almost come.

Her lips parted, her teeth grazing her lower lip as she bit down, her nipples hard. The sight of her fingers working her wet, willing flesh drove him to the brink of madness. His own hand mirrored hers, stroking furiously, his skin slick with sweat and precum. He could imagine the feel of her, the impossible softness, the searing heat, the way her body would clench around him. His mind spun a web of vivid, illicit fantasies. He saw her hand on him, her fingers stroking his length. He saw her lips, red and parted, closing around the head of his cock.

The dirty words, the forbidden reality of who he was, and the way he owned my body pushed me closer and closer to the edge. “I’m going to fill you up,” he growled, thrusting harder, deeper. His voice took on a darker, primal edge. “I’m going to breed this tight little cunt. Pump you full of my cum until it’s dripping out of you. You want that? You want me to knock you up while your best friend has no idea?” His absolutely filthy words were my undoing. My walls clenched around him violently as my orgasm crashed over me. I came hard, screaming his name, my body shaking in the cuffs as waves of pleasure crashed through me.

I gasped into Damian’s mouth; he swallowed the sound, bit my lip, tasted my surrender. “Bed,” he growled, lifting me as if I weighed nothing, the linen cool against my heated skin, the city strobing across my body like a private show. Seraphina shed her robe, her body a sculpture of shadows and curves, climbing over me, breasts heavy, mouth on my clit before I could breathe. Damian watched, stroking himself, cock thick and heavy, already leaking. No words now—just the language of skin, of teeth, of the shutter I’d abandoned on the floor.