Erotic Sories 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

“Okay. So how do I even start?” “Like any other conversation. Start slow. Let it simmer. You don’t go straight for the clit, right? You tease, you build it up. Do the same here. You could start with the classic ‘what are you wearing’ line, but if you want something that really works… tell a story.” “Story?” she echoed. “You mean, like, read erotica?” “No, I mean tell him something from your life. Something hot, or something that could have been hot if it’d gone just a little further. Something real—then spice it up. Let your imagination play with the memory.”

Honestly, the only room in the house that was finished was the one he was using—the master bedroom. Behind the door, the girl continued to cry, and the sobs seemed to be amplified as they reached his ears. When he closed his eyes, his brain immediately found the memory of her flushed body tied to the bedpost - wide open, completely at his mercy. Eric sighed and straightened himself. Maybe he'll stop by the pub down the street and find an easygoing girl willing to help distract him from the girl behind the locked door. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed again as he strode across the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator door, he felt the cool moisture spread on his skin, so wonderful. Ever

His hands would rub her bottom, her hips and waist, palm her breasts and thumb her nipples as she rode, keeping his hands moving, stroking other erogenous zones. The men in Regina started pumping faster and making sounds presaging their orgasms, so I got up for a warm wet washcloth to clean Jerry off when he finished. Robert was the first to cum, driving deep down Regina's throat. I doubted she tasted a single drop of his cum until he had to pull out enough to let her breathe. Marcus was the second one to cum, his cock pulsing his load far up Regina's slave cunt. Jerry, who'd cum more recently than either of the others, was able to keep going past the other two, and I think his thrusting hel

His hands cup my breast as his tongue continues working on my core. My body twitched violently as I flex my hips forward to meet his tongue thrusting.Two of his fingers went straight into me as his tongue flick on my nub. My body quaked violently as he pins my legs further to the bed.I moaned loudly as my breath shorten and my orgasm broke. He maintains eye contact with me as laps off all my love juices.I breath out trying to catch my breath as he reaches to kiss me making me taste myself in his lips. "You still want me inside of you?"he asked flirtingly.

"Your wife becoming your sex slave, do you expect this to become permanent or is this a temporary thing?" "I doubt it will become permanent. She likes to read erotic books and I offered to allow her to experience the things she reads about in her books for three weeks to see if the reality was similar to her imagination." "What kinds of books?" "Reverse harem, women captured and sold as slaves, that kind of thing." "She's aroused by these?" "Yes, it's why I've offered her the experience."

“Then fuck me. Right here.” Eli lost it. He ripped Dara’s shorts down, spat on his hand, and pushed two fingers into Dara’s ass. Dara groaned loud, pushing back on them. Eli added a third, stretching him open while stroking Dara’s cock. Dara was moaning shamelessly, hips rocking, cock leaking all over Eli’s hand. Eli pulled his fingers out, lined up, and slammed in raw in one hard thrust. Dara cried out, back arching. “Fuck— Eli— yes—”

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she whispers, laughing breathlessly, “but I love it. Make me come.” I turn the egg up a notch with the remote. She jolts, bells ringing. I grab the glass plug next, ridged and heavy. I slick it with lube, and press it against her asshole. “Relax,” I say. “Gonna fill both holes.” She nods, biting her lip. I push slowly; the ridges pop in one by one. She whimpers, ass clenching, but takes it all. Once it’s seated, I feel it through her walls when I slide two fingers into her pussy. The egg vibrates against them. “Oh fuck, Bernie, too full...feels so good,” spills from her.