Erotica Series Novels & Stories

I caught my fingers finding their way into my panties again. I decided to go crazy. I grabbed my phone and turned on the camera and then I showed the video to the screen. "The sexiest man on earth", I mumbled as I then started watching the video and touching myself.. The thing about me is that I'm always wet, always. I went on and on for a moment till I reached orgasm and stopped. Then I cut the video and told myself to watch it later. Did my usual clean up and went to bed...Few minutes into my short nap, I got a call from Tom.

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”

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"Alone at Last" TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. " Xavier's POV " For months she had been my obsession.

“No one saves you. I paid. I keep. Say my name.” “Dominic.” “Louder isn’t an option,” he said. “Say it into the glass.” “Dominic,” I whispered, and he bottomed out and I shuddered. He reached around and found my clit and rubbed in slow circles timed to his hips and I was already wet from the day, from the fear of being seen, from him. “You’re dripping,” he said at my ear. “You stood there catching up and your cunt was still full of me from lunch. Did he know that? Did you tell your ex you spend your days getting fucked on a schedule?”

She had never craved for a man's cock as much as she craved his at that moment and she had no idea why. Perhaps it was his dangerous calmness, or how he reaked of sin. Or maybe it was because he was the hottest man she had ever set her eyes on. Whatever it was, she wanted it. She wanted that darkness to be wrapped around her like a blanket. Thinking about him all night gave her goosebumps. She remained wet until morning. She had no other choice but to pull out her rose toy. Cummig for the third time that day seemed to do the trick, and she ended up sleeping like a baby early the next morning.

My feet carried me not towards the grand staircase and the solitude of my bedroom, but towards the bar in the corner of the living room, a man possessed. My hand trembled as I reached for the crystal decanter of whiskey. It wasn’t nerves; it was her. Serena. The image had been burned onto the back of my eyelids, a permanent fixture in the theater of my mind. She was on her knees, the soft Persian rug a benediction beneath her. Her lips, painted a modest shade of nude, stretched obscenely around my cock, a perfect, sinful ‘O’. The sound of her moan, a desperate, needy hum that vibrated down my shaft and straight into my soul. Her wide, innocent eyes locked on mine, not with fear, but with a k

“ARGHH FUCKKK! Take my fucking cock,you greedily slut!.Roman grunted, his pace picking up slamming deeper and deeper running me even more. Luca gripped my hips to hold me steady, his mouth never leaving my clit as he sucked softly, teasing and driving me insane. The friction between Roman’s relentless pounding and Luca’s tongue lashing my sensitive clit, my stomach quickly tightened again, my orgasm building up intensely. My pussy clamped down hard around the professor's cock hard and I moaned loudly, my body instantly becoming a quivering mess. I was about to shatter again on his huge fucking cock. “I’m….I’m cumminggggg fuckkk!” I sobbed out, my body trembling uncontrollably as another orga

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 screamed as the first orgasm hit me. The tongue continued to twirl over my clitoris, making me cum over and over. Anna stared intently and smiled as my face contorted with each orgasm. I felt pleasure pulse through my body like waves crashing against the beach—powerful, strong, and unstoppable. I gasped for more and more air. Slowly the waves slowed as I caught my breath. I felt the purple dildo slowly and gently enter me. Anna was above me, grinding the strap-on into me. Each thrust made me moan. I loved the rocking motion and the slurping sound as the strap-on went in and out of me. Anna was above me; our breasts met and clung together in the heat and sweat. She kissed me hard as she pic