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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

He ate me like he was addicted, making wet, filthy sounds that echoed softly in the bathroom. I grabbed his hair, hips rocking against his mouth. The pressure built fast. “I’m gonna come,” I warned, voice shaking. He didn’t stop. He curled his fingers and sucked harder until I came hard on his tongue, biting my hand to keep from crying out. Before I could recover, he stood up, pulled his boxers down, and stepped between my legs. His thick cock rubbed against my sensitive pussy. “Tell me you want it,” he said, voice low.

I opened an incognito tab, found the video that best fit my fantasies, and pressed play. A girl on her knees between two guys, one in her mouth and the other sliding in from behind. She can't scream or moan properly since her mouth is full, but her muffled moans sound desperate and perfect. I slid my hand beneath the waistband of my panties before I could even think. I was fucking soaked so it was easy to slide two fingers in. My mouth fell open, a breathless moan escaping my lips. I curled them, closing my eyes, imagining it was Jake or Tyler's fingers instead. I knew it was wrong. They were five years older than I was. I was their best friend’s little sister but I could hardly control the

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

“I do not have money now but I promise that I would make you feel good. And maybe you spent a lot of time with me because you love me.” “Already? I have not even seen the size of your dick.” “It might not be a nine inches like you expect but it sure would fit in that tight pussy of yours.”. “And even if it does not fit, I am always open to three homes and even four somes. The more the merrier. With that last text, she logged off with no good nights or sweet texts. I wanted to be the one saying those but we were not all that familiar. There was no one really active anymore on the site so I spent all night read sex stories and watching erotica videos to add to my knowledge and be able to have

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

“What can I say? I asked for rough and he delivered. Hands tied to the headboard, spanked raw, fucked so hard I saw stars and squirted all over the sheets multiple times. Girl, I think my pussy is ruined in the best way possible.” Zoe burst out laughing, leaning against Mia for support. “Ruined? Babe, you’re glowing like you just discovered the meaning of life through dick. Spill everything. Was he big? Did he talk dirty? Did you beg?” I leaned in closer, voice dropping but still teasing. “Huge. And yes he pounded me like he was trying to break the bed. Called me his good little slut while he slapped my boobs and asd. I came so many times I lost count. And when he finally filled me up… God,

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

They came at the same time—Liam roaring as he pumped rope after rope into Nina’s ass, Rita grinding the strap-on deep while the base stimulator made her squirt all over Nina’s back. Nina shattered between them—pissing herself in a hot, humiliating flood that soaked the mattress and her own thighs, body convulsing so hard the chains rattled. They didn’t stop. They swapped. Rita pulled out, silicone cock dripping, and took Nina’s ass while Liam claimed her cunt—knotting her for real this time, his thick base stretching her pussy obscenely wide as he ground deep and unloaded again. The camera zoomed in on her ruined holes when they finally pulled free: pussy gaping, ass prolapsing slightly, cum

WARNING! THIS IS A NON-CONSENSUAL STORY. PLEASE BE WARNED. IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT AVOID THIS PARTICULAR STORY. As I mentioned, I write based on the prompts readers give if it's not too extreme. This doesn't mean the author supports this in real life. Note: There are limits I won't cross when writing these collections, so when you request a certain story, don't cross a certain line. I won't write it. CHAPTER 1 The bar smelled like spilt beer and old cigarettes. A few people were scattered around the tables. It was late August, and most of the town was at the county fair.