Gay Erotic Storeis Novels & Stories

Low key upset he ended our trip so soon because of time, instead of this man to take us back to his penthouse, he stopped by an adult store. It was my first time visiting this kind of store. I usually order the few sex toys I have from Lovehoney. When Ian and I stepped inside the store, I was expecting to see how dark or simply light everywhere was supposed to be, you know, 'cause of the kind of erotic contents being sold. But I was damn wrong, everywhere was well lit with bright lightings, a romantic score in the background...more less like a grocey store with sexual groceries. Much more to my surprise, there were quite a number of people inside. I mean, aren't people meant to be hiding in

"You don't need to be embarrassed. Come on! Who doesn't like fun sex? There is one just three shops down and then you take a left. You can't miss it.” I thanked her and hurried down. “One shop, two, three and left…oh my God!” I was dumbstruck as I stood in front of a store. The neon lighys burned bright and the sales attendants were all walking around in skimpy sexy lingerie with fishnets and heels. Some even had head bands with furry cat or puppy ears. “KinkyFucks. That's one way to name a store. Alright, Enora. Deep breath." I tried to calm myself and went into the store. For a sex shop, it smelled strongly of lavender.

“Look you cannot tell anyone this because we will be closed down and if you want to quit I fully understand” I just looked at him not saying anything. “Behind the toilet roll holder, there is a hole in the wall. This hole goes through to another room which is accessed from outside. In the room every Tuesday and Thursday is a girl who for £20 will suck the guys when they put their.... You know, through the hole”. “What” I shouted, “Are you serious” “Ssshhhhh keep your voice down,” he said “Yes I’m serious, that’s why the guys are coming in just to use the toilet. Some stay and buy things which is the idea but some just get their rocks off and leave”

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.

"Ah… I can't take it… That new toy I just got should feel amazing, right?" It was the weekend. My girlfriend, Marissa Thomas, had gone out with a few of her college roommates. Before she left, she said her godmother wasn't feeling well that day and asked me to help keep an eye on her small convenience store. I'd just seen off a group of customers and was about to head to the storage room to move some drinks piled near the entrance when I heard those sounds. And I'd watched enough videos sent by my perverted roommate to recognize what kind of sounds they were instantly.

Liora Darius takes me to an exclusive underground sex club hidden in an old warehouse downtown the following weekend. The moment we step inside the dimly lit space, the air feels thick with the sounds of moans, the scent of sweat, and raw sexual energy. Naked bodies move together in every corner under low red lights, couples, groups, and strangers lost in pleasure. Darius keeps a possessive hand on my lower back as he leads me deeper into the club, his touch both protective and commanding.

Some looked harmless, others intimidating, like metal drills. I turned, my voice breaking. “Maddox? What is this? Do you… do you have women you use these on? Am I just… next in line?” His head snapped up. “No. No, Maya, don’t think that. This,it’s for a store. A business I’ve been planning. A sex toy store.” I stared at him, stunned. “A store? You? Maddox Hart, with all your pride and reputation, you’re telling me you want to sell sex toys?”

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

Eyes On The Mirror (1) Ava's POV The fitting room curtain was so thin it barely qualified as a barrier. One strong tug or an accidental brush and the entire store could see what was going on inside. That knowledge sent a dark, delicious thrill racing through me as I stood in front of the full-length mirror wearing nothing but an expensive black lace lingerie set I had no intention of buying. I had come to this upscale boutique on a whim, telling myself I just wanted to try something luxurious but the moment the tall, sharply dressed salesman named Julian locked eyes with me in the main showroom, I knew this visit would become something else entirely.

There wasn't even a sign outside. At first, Ariana thought it might be an antique shop. But once inside, she was both amazed and shocked. It turned out to be a store selling various intimate apparel and items for couples. Essentially, it was an adult shop. Ariana was dumbstruck when she realized what the store was selling. She immediately tried to drag Spencer out. But Spencer wouldn't budge. Ariana gritted her teeth. "What are we doing here?" Spencer thought her embarrassed and hesitant demeanor was adorable.