Gay Erotic Storeis Novels & Stories

I had my pre-typed out grindr and sniffies description: Sleeping slut for use: Bottom looking to be used unconscious. Staying at the ******* hotel, room 214, door will be open all night. Taking sleeping pills. Looking for guys to use me, kinks welcum, minus scat. Recording session so wear a mask and leave an email address on the table if you would like a copy. After use, leave a tally. Mark on my ass so I know how many I had through the night. Have fun guys! 😈

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!"

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.

And I’ve really got to stop feeling hot every time he does. He holds the door open for me as we walk into the sex store. Gunna’s ‘P POWER’, playing through the overhead speaker, fill our ears immediately like a welcome gift. I gasp at the sight before me: it’s like stepping into a fortress of sin. Every shelf is lined with all kinds of sex toys; each section seems to harbor a special, horrifying kind of deviancy. “Shibari? What the fuck is that?” I ask, staring at the assorted types of ropes.

I ask and open the browser. "I'll type it in." His arms go to either side of me as he types on the keyboard. I watch as he clicks search and a very kinky website pops up. The background is red and black and there are multiple pictures of naked men in all sorts of positions having sex. "Did you just put on a porn website?" I ask. It's definitely porn as there are tonnes of videos and categories to click on. "Yes I put on a porn website. It specialises in gay bdsm which is exactly what we need," he explains while scrolling down.

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.

“Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.” Nicolas finally slid two fingers inside my core and started moving it back and forth earning a moan from me. “Ahhhgh…” I moaned. Clover was licking all over my back. Nicolas started nibbling and sucking my nipples while he fingered me and soon Clover stripped off his pants. Nicolas removed his fingers and Clover slipped his manhood inside me in one go. “Ahhhh….” “No…No. Clover isn't wearing any condoms.” “Don't worry sis, we already got the contraceptive pills for you.”

By the time we left the spa, I was tipsy, relaxed, and—shockingly—feeling a little dangerous. That’s when Isabella suggested shopping. And Lilith, of course, agreed instantly. The mall was upscale, discreet, full of designer boutiques and one very particular adult store tucked behind frosted glass doors. I didn’t even see it coming. Lilith steered us straight inside. I froze in the doorway, cheeks flaming. Rows of black lace, leather cuffs, glittering plugs, vibrators shaped like impossible things. A salesgirl in a leather corset smiled like she’d seen this panic a thousand times.