Erotic Storeis Novels & Stories

Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try. She surprised me with what she did next. She held her hand up in front of my face. Then she lowered it between her legs and caressed herself. When she brought it back to my face, it was dripping with the honey that had lain in wait behind her lips. The smell of that sweet nectar shattered my resolve. I took her wrist in mine and began to lick the juices from her hand. My arousal went from mostly hard to rock solid with one taste. I was lost to reason -- she would be mine.

I stumble for a moment. Oh, it's one of 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 stores. I contemplate dragging Winter into it but decide that it's not a good idea at the moment. I wouldn't mind buying some restraints. Extremely skimpy lingerie covers a few mannequins in the display. Crotchless panties and all. Fuzzy handcuffs, whips, restraints and I could swear I see a dildo in there somewhere. There's no fucking way 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 in the display window.

Eva NEXT MORNING I pushed open the door to "Secret Desires," the adult store my phone map had directed me to. My heart pounded in my chest as I took in the sight before me. Rows of provocative outfits and accessories, sex toys, and BDSM equipment filled the space. I could feel the flush rising in my cheeks as I scanned the shelves, my eyes wide with amusement and curiosity. A sales attendant approached, her smile warm and inviting. "Welcome, darling. How can I help you?"

Eric rested for a while before heading to his room, he had nothing to discuss with Theo since he has made sure that if it is not business then it is Eva, he didn't have much to say about Eva or the company so he went up to his room to get some real sleep. He was up all night watching Eva sleep and imagining all his feisty fantasies with her so he wasn't able to get enough sleep. He really wanted to take Eva up to a room where nobody dares to open in the mansion including Theo and majority of his slaves and maid knew little or nothing about the room. One time it was rumored that Eric had some dead body stored in there, meanwhile few of the maids that Eric had dragged up to that room tend to n

he murmured, and in one swift motion, he grabbed her blouse and tore it open, the fabric ripping as it fell from her shoulders. With Natalia’s bare nipples now pointing at him, she neither moved nor flinched. She simply stood rooted, her eyes locked on his face, as her smirk grew. Eros bent his head as if to claim her pointing nipples, his lips brushing dangerously close to her skin. But then, he stopped short and lifted his gaze back to hers, his expression turning into ice. “I don’t want you yet. Get out, bitch.” The words hit like a slap as he stripped off his trousers and strode into the bathroom without a backward glance.

“I like it.” Teri’s hazel eyes leapt to his in her mirrored reflection then she flushed bright red. “Jim!” “James Erikson! Do you see that sign?” Behind him, Estelle beat a hasty path across the store, Zoe in tow. Wearing an entirely unrepentant grin, he turned to take her scolding.

“I’ll leave the house now. Will call you when I get to the store.” Some fifteen minutes later, I got out of the car and told Desmond, the driver where to pack the car. Walking into the store, I speed-dialed Mum and waited for her to answer the call while I eyed the different aisles of lingerie and underwear. One of the shop attendants walked up to me with her boobs on display and a bright smile on her face. “Welcome to Sexy Secrets. What can I help you with today?” she asked and I gave a nervous smile.

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

she begged, tracing a hand over her trembling, wet chin. I didn't bother answering. I simply hauled her up by her hair and dragged her brutally across the mattress. I ordered her to get on all fours, her ass hoisted high in the dead center of the bed, her face hovering over the edge of the mattress. Now, it was time for her to savor Saul. In the underbelly of the club, he was known as EROS—the god of love and desire. He moved with a more sensual, deceptive tenderness, while I, Ares, was the raw, unbridled brute. It was the exact reason our joint scenes were so intoxicating.