Gay Erotic Storeis Novels & Stories

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, his voice steadied as I listened and I knew whose voice it was from the fact that he called me from his sisters phone. "I'm at a like a...", I hesitated saying knowing he would hold this over my head till the day we part. "It's a sex store, well it's like a place with all the sex stuff they even have flavored condoms here, who has that", I hushed as someone walked past me. And a fit of laughter eroded from the phone. "And why are you there?", he asked in a stern, and serious voice. "Well they're buying stuff", I hushed to him as a group of snarky teenagers walked past me, luckily not into the store.

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!"

Trigger warning: Stage Rape content. Please, if you're too sensitive to noncon-con, or it's not your fetish, I'd suggest you jump to the next story. This is brutally unapologetic. Much love from my end 💖 Theme: Rape fetish, magic, freeze and fuck, bestie fantasy, multiple orgasm, masturbation... AMAYA.

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I asked. From the corner of my eye, I saw his brows pinch. “Where?” I had already searched for the nearest store. I gave him the name just a few blocks ahead: Silky Secrets. I deliberately omitted saying its full title. ‘Silky Secrets for adult pleasures.’ When the car pulled to a stop, I hastily slipped out before he could demand what I was going to a sex shop for. “Calista, what is...” The rest of his question was drowned out when I closed the passengers' door.

I knocked. I shifted the case full of all the dildos I had for sale. And not just dildos. Vibrators. Anal beads. Clit rockets. Butt plugs. Ben wa balls. I had it all. My company, Tart Sluts, made the best "marital aids" on the market. No one had better than us, and the housewife that lived here was about to learn it.

They were very much on board! We went back to the bungalow to drop off the luggage and let Sandy and Joe freshen up, and then Lana took us all to a big "adult superstore." It had everything an open minded adult could want, from p**n DVDs to dildos, from nipple clamps to butt plugs, and from video-viewing booths where one could jerk off in private, to a small adult theater where, apparently, public sex was not only welcome, but encouraged. But Lana had brought us there on a mission ... well, the women, anyway. As Joe and I looked around the rest of the store, the women went into the naughty-lingerie section.

I was still puzzling over it when he grabbed my hand and pulled me down a different street, off the main luxury stretch and into a side alley lit with red neon signs and a lot of suggestive mannequins. Oh no. No no no. “Lucian—” But he was already holding the door open for me, looking as smug as sin. “After you, birthday boy,” I said flatly, walking in. And just like that, we were in an adult toy store. Everything smelled like leather, dark cherry scent diffusers, and sinful intentions. There were shelves of high-end harnesses, glass toys lined up like art installations, velvet cuffs, and God-help-me—remote controlled things I didn’t even know had remotes.

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.