Erotic Storeis Novels & Stories

he called out to the bartender who glanced up as they walked away from untouched drinks. Louis walked her out of the restaurant and around to the back, by the parking lot. She didn’t resist. A small grove of trees hid a secluded spot against the back wall of the building. “How did you know about this place?” She asked, shocked to find herself in the back of the parking lot. “I used to work here as a teenager,” he replied, moving towards her. “No,” she said, trying to steal herself against her own desire. He lifted in an eyebrow. “You don’t wan’t to?” She didn’t respond. He pushed her against the wall and said, “Raise your skirt.”

Besides the Sex Toy Store, there was another store but it was a large and multi-million convenience store, it was predominantly shopped by wealthy and influential individuals, like rappers, some bloodshot drug dealers, footballers, 5-star club owners, rich businessmen, and many more which added to the market value of each toy from Carnal Sex Toy store. Jacob’s lip raised in a smirk at his brother's statement before he used his finger to coat Anna’s pussy juice. His finger glossed with her juice, Jacob gave out a raspy groan as he suppressed the urge to push it inside her. “We are at the store, little one. Let’s get you cuffs, then you can properly get punished.” Jacob said to Anna before he

“What are you going to do?” A slow smile spread across his face. He reached into his nightstand drawer and pulled out a small, sleek black vibrator and a length of soft, navy-blue silk rope. “I’m going to tie you up,” he said, his tone conversational, as if discussing the weather. “And I’m going to tease this greedy little pussy of yours until you’re screaming. And you’re not going to come until I say you can. And you’re certainly not getting my cock until I decide you’ve earned it.”

"Ah… I can't take it… That new toy I just got should feel amazing, right?" It was the weekend. My girlfriend, Marissa Thomas, had gone out with a few of her college roommates. Before she left, she said her godmother wasn't feeling well that day and asked me to help keep an eye on her small convenience store. I'd just seen off a group of customers and was about to head to the storage room to move some drinks piled near the entrance when I heard those sounds. And I'd watched enough videos sent by my perverted roommate to recognize what kind of sounds they were instantly.

He whispered to me, trying to get intimate with me in the cab. "Well..." I uttered, just about to draw back when my eyes spotted a P**n store along the road! My whole body shivered, as I flashed back to my dildo that I lost, recalling all the sweet pleasures it gave to me behind closed doors. And now seeing the store, I felt like stopping and diving inside to get myself one. But with this pervert around me... "No, that's a bad idea. He'll be thrilled if he discovers that I'm a freak. Who knows... He might even grab that opportunity to get laid with me right in the store. After all, it's a p**n store. Gosh!"

The free swing of her breasts added extra zest to her state of excitement— especially when Dina took a moment to play with them, making her nipples spark with want. Lorraine lay down with her knees up, her feet planted on the vinyl cushion, and her clitty on fire. A heartbeat later, Dr. Melling’s erogenous ass hovered above her face. She clasped the divine, sensitive cheeks, and pulled Dina into a sitting position. She felt the sizzle between her own legs as she began to lick the sweet furrow— Dina’s perfectly poised slit. Her ears went erect when she heard a sigh as crisp as the abandoned notebook: the

" Jake uses his hand to describe the shape of her body as he makes that coke bottle shape that men love to use to describe a woman's physique. "You need to say no more. Looking at your age, you may be interested in looking in this area of the store." Tiffany smiles, taking Jake by the arm, "Come this way." Jake reluctantly allowed himself to be guided through the store, with his eyes glancing around at the revealing negligee's and barely their panties and bras. Not to mention the sex toys on display. The store had a section devoted to Dominatrix. Once they had nearly reached the rear of the store. Tiffany takes a turn to another area called, "Naughty" in the store. Jake came to a dead stop a

I leaned close, my lips brushing her ear, “lots of them.” She blushed. “But, don’t thank me just yet,” I said, starting the car with a grin as I caught the curiosity in her face. “We’ve got one last stop.” We pulled into a quiet street and parked in front of a small store tucked between two buildings. I couldn’t wait to see her reaction. We went inside—and she froze, just as I expected. Her eyes widened, and she turned to me, stunned. “Michael… an erotic store?” Her voice came out a half-whisper, half-laugh as her fingers lightly smacked my chest.

I shouted as he let out a gurgled laugh before letting Erik step forward. "Nothing wrong with tasting our mate." Erik chuckled, a playful grin on his lips. Before I could respond, he dipped his head towards my neck, trailing sweet kisses down it, leading towards my breasts. He moved slowly down my chest, only stopping once he reached my breast, placing his mouth over each nipple and rolling his tongue on it before lightly nipping it. A gasp of pleasure escaped my lips. He returned his lips to mine, kissing them hungrily, his tongue begging for entrance. I opened my mouth, letting him enter, his tongue exploring every inch. We only pulled away to catch out-breath.

I continued my dance , swaying my hips and teasing him . Slowly, I started taking off the lingerie from the bralette, revealing my firm, round breasts and my nipples which were already hard as stones. Nathan’s breathing grew heavy as he watched, completely mesmerized by my erotic display. He reached out, tracing a finger down my stomach, pausing at my waist . I moaned softly as his fingers brushed against my sensitive skin, my body trembling in anticipation. He pulled me closer, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss. I reached for the waistband of his pants, undoing them with practiced ease. I slipped my hand inside and wrapped my fingers around his hard length, stroking it firmly.