Erotiv Stories Novels & Stories

Dedication For the insecure ones who can’t take a leap of faith To the friend-zoned souls, wishing, praying, hoping To best of friends harboring unsatisfied carnal desires For romantic readers who fancy the thrill of intimacy, expressed, displayed, and told of in ecstatic rawness A life to you, a story to them, and a memory to keep. This one is for you. Enjoy, feel and live this moment in fullness. *** Millie groaned and rubbed the vibrator softly over her wet core under the sheets, sending ecstatic electric shivers all over her body. She pushed back the sadness and guilt at the back of her head and just focused on the sensation the toy was giving to her pussy.

“Line up.” The team formed a loose semicircle. Harper reached for Devin first, wrapped both hands around his shaft, stroked once, then took him into her mouth. She couldn’t deep-throat him all at once; she worked the head, tongue swirling, saliva already dripping down her chin. Devin groaned, fisted one of her braids, and pushed deeper. Harper gagged, loud, wet, eyes watering but never breaking eye contact.

She wasn't expecting my nerd of a self to actually be able to have an affair in the school restroom. I must look like a cock-hungry slut, on my knees with saliva dripping down my chin and tits exposed to the large hands of Xavier. Thinking nothing of it, I tore my gaze away from her back to Xavier’s length and started in long, slow strokes. Running my hands up and down his shaft, taking his balls into my mouth, I gave a deep suck. “Fuckkkkk…” He groaned loudly, grabbing a fistful of my hair. Before I even had the time to process anything, he grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock into my mouth.

Ava had spent more nights than she’d ever admit with her fingers buried in her pussy, imagining him bending her over his desk and telling her what a good girl she was while he fucked her. But he would never look at her like that. Not the quiet, chubby girl who sat in the back and never spoke unless called on. Ava sighed and pulled her hand out of her leggings. She was too worked up to sleep and too lonely to do anything else. On a whim, she opened the app store and typed in something she’d seen mentioned in a late-night R8dd1t thread. VelvetChat. The description was simple: Anonymous. Discreet. Match based on desire.

Amanda lay sprawled across the living-room rug, body slick with sweat and cum, chest heaving as the five men circled her like predators who’d already tasted blood. Diego’s massive cock was still half-hard, glistening with her juices and his own release; Tyler’s curved shaft twitched at the sight of her ruined holes leaking thick white ropes down her inner thighs. Kelvin, Jace, and Marcus stroked themselves lazily—cocks shiny, veins pulsing, ready for round three, four, whatever it took to break her completely.

He squeezed her round ass and teased her their tight holes with his fingers. The sensation was pure heaven. The warm oil made every slide smooth and erotic. Sara's pussy left wet trails along his cock as she rubbed against him. She slid her pussy lips up and down the full length of his enormous cock, teasing the swollen head against the entrance but not letting him enter yet. Vincent’s breathing became heavy. His cock twitched and leaked precum. The teasing drove him insane. “We’re your little sluts now, Daddy. Use us however you want," Sara whispered.

My fantasy is cut short when a leather whip makes contact with my skin, and my body jerks forward from the unexpected pain. Dang! I guess they are really serious about doing things the hard way. But this pain is nothing to me. I know I’ve got this. “Allow me to introduce myself,” the walking Thirst Trap says, folding the whip in half and running it on my thigh in a way that makes me swallow involuntarily. “We are the Petrov brothers, but from now on, you address us as sir. Understood?”

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

“No, Tatum, not at all. It’s just...we told him that was a dumb thing to ask. You’re already under so much stress and we know you’d never say no to Nat. Plus, just months before, he’d asked one of us to take care of those needs for you.” My eyes bulged at what I heard. “Excuse me? what?” Remy sighed. “He wanted us to handle the sex stuff for him. Because he couldn’t anymore and you seemed so sad and lonely. We were like, ‘Hell no. We are not doing this.’ But he said he would rather the next man you sleep with be familiar and not a stranger. But we said nah, so I guess he concocted this Coverts plan.”

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