Gay Erotic Storeis Novels & Stories

Willow wasn’t sure she should approach the gathering, so she slowly looked around the area closer to her. On a table to her right were various sex toys: dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, and a few things Willow didn’t recognize. A small card in the middle of the toys read, “Find all these and more at Censored Gifts!” Hanging on the wall above the table were whips and floggers, which both instilled fear and made her pussy tingle more than it already was.

So much that my pussy throbbed slightly as memories of last night flooded me, filling me with warmth. Tearing my gaze away, I turned my attention to the shop owner behind her desk who was busy reading an erotic magazine. Clearing my throat to get her attention, I immediately stated my business. "Hey, I'm looking for sex toys for a gay couple. Nothing too heavy, just to add some more spice into their lives." I said. The lady stared at me quizzically before pointing to a rack at the end of the shop.

Besides the Sex Toy Store, there was another store but it was a large and multi-million convenience store, it was predominantly shopped by wealthy and influential individuals, like rappers, some bloodshot drug dealers, footballers, 5-star club owners, rich businessmen, and many more which added to the market value of each toy from Carnal Sex Toy store. Jacob’s lip raised in a smirk at his brother's statement before he used his finger to coat Anna’s pussy juice. His finger glossed with her juice, Jacob gave out a raspy groan as he suppressed the urge to push it inside her. “We are at the store, little one. Let’s get you cuffs, then you can properly get punished.” Jacob said to Anna before he

They reached the store in what seemed like no time at all. The place wasn’t very big, but it was packed so tight with clothes there was barely room for the girls to squeeze down the aisles between the racks of clothing. A lot of the stuff was pretty wild—not Leesa’s kind of thing at all—but she could see why Cali liked this place so much. Two of the walls were lined floor to ceiling with wooden shelves. The shelves on one wall were filled with jeans, the other with sweatshirts and sweaters. The place smelled faintly of burned incense. Lady Gaga’s “Edge of Glory” thumped in the background. Leesa was not that big a Gaga fan, but she could see why a store like this would play that kind of music

The next day at work felt like absolute torture. I was the manager of Velvet Desires, an upscale adult store located in a quiet corner of the city. We sold high-end toys, luxurious lingerie, premium lubes, and everything a woman could possibly want to explore her deepest fantasies. Normally I loved my job. I helped shy customers find their first vibrator, recommended the perfect bullet for discreet public play, and smiled through awkward conversations with complete confidence. Today, however, I could barely concentrate on anything.

Following the shop name printed inside, I managed to track down the online store of the seller. Unexpectedly, the store was empty, there was not a single item for sale. I had no choice but to tap on the customer service icon at the bottom of the page. I cautiously sent a message. [User2345: Hello, may I ask if the incense burners in your store are still available for purchase?] It was half past eleven at night, but to my surprise, the customer service replied quickly. [Satanic Shop: Hello dear, the products in our store can only be purchased with a strong desire. It seems we’ve detected that you don’t have a wish you truly long to fulfill.]

My lawyer and accountant can wait. My driver takes me to the nearest mall, where I wander aimlessly, unsure what I’m looking for, until I spot it—a small boutique tucked away in the corner. It’s filled with romantic, sensual lingerie, and I immediately know this is what I’m looking for. The minute I step into the store, an attractive sales woman appears all bright eyed and eager to help, but I politely shoo her away. I want the thrill of choosing something for Kaitlyn myself.

The type where we use sex tools and use sex cards to do. Anna agreed to this and after weeks of planning out the perfect three some night, and purchasing sex toys like dildo straps for women, rose vibrators, different shapes and sizes of dildos, nipple clips, lashes, eye covers, mouth gags and the customized cards. I was kind of anxious because I was the novice in the group but I did a good job in hiding the nervousness. The day finally came and Anna came to my house around 4pm. We made dinner, did our homework and when my mom came back from work, the real show started.

Walking in, she was greeted with a second door with a big sign saying: "Absolutely No Minors Permitted." She opened that and was greeted with a glass counter top display case on the left side and a bored looking young man leaning on it. The case itself had a bunch of little things like key chains and charm bracelets, all sexually flavored. Looking around, she saw a bunch of shelves of items, sexual in nature. There was a large wall with a bunch of different dildos of every size, shape, and color she could imagine.

But that was part of what made it so hot. Driving to the address provided, she wasn’t surprised to find out it was a sex store. The outside was nondescript and remote, and the inside was well appointed. Carla had to ask where the booths were located and the attendant gave her a wry smile as he pointed into a back corner hallway. There was a small booth with a curtain labeled #5. She walked in and closed it behind her. Feeling like she was exposed, she saw a small hole carved into the wall. It was exactly 9pm.