Gay Erotica Fiction Novels & Stories

I leaned on my shoulders, letting my legs fall open, slowly. The lace framed my cunt like a gift, lips already swollen, slick shining in the laptop glow with the fabric clinging to my skin due to my wetness. My clit stuck out hardly, begging to be flicked badly. “I made a bet with myself,” I murmured, rubbing two fingers over my clit slowly, teasing my folds, so he could see everything. “I bet you can’t keep up the gay act for too long. Not when your little sister’s dripping right in front of you.”

46. I like to dominate cute goth girls like you. I like to treat entertainers like the sluts and whores I’m paying you to be. I want to make you gag on my cock and stretch you with toys until your pussy is used up and dripping, juicy. I want anal play, deep and hard, and I want to slap your ass while I’m doing it. Another thing, high on my list, is that I want to punish those lovely big tits of yours. And all the while, I want you to be a good little girl and call me Sir.

Her fingers teased my nipples as she whispered in my ear, “You wanted to tempt my husband? Now you’re going to tempt me.” Aaron had removed his shirt. All his body is filled with muscles and tattoos. He looked like every dirty fantasy I’d ever had. Genevieve guided me toward the bed, and I felt her unzipping my skirt until it pooled at my feet. I was naked between them, I felt vulnerable, exposed, and aching in all the right places. Aaron stepped forward first. He kissed me hard, then moved to my throat, down my chest. Genevieve watched, biting her lip, then slid a hand down between my legs from behind as Aaron’s mouth found my nipple.

Ryder wasn't just using his tongue, he was conducting a symphony of filth against her nerve endings. They were buried deep under the thick, weighted duvet, a private cavern that smelled of sweat, salt, and the heavy, metallic musk of her own relentless arousal. The heat was stifling, the oxygen thin, but Ruth-Ann didn't care. She felt like a goddess atop a throne of sin, her body vibrating with a raw, electric hunger that five hours of climaxing hadn't even begun to sate.

I yanked his trousers and underwear down in one motion, exposing his smooth, firm ass and the hard cock hanging between his legs, already leaking onto the carpet. I kicked his legs wider apart. I grabbed the small bottle of lube I kept in my desk drawer (yes, I had been prepared for this) and slicked my fingers. I pressed one finger against his tight hole and pushed inside. Liam moaned loudly, pushing back against my hand. “Quiet,” I warned, adding a second finger and scissoring them. “Unless you want the night security to hear you getting fucked by me.” He bit his lip, whimpering as I stretched him open, curling my fingers to find that spot inside him.

He finished inside her, groaning quietly as his cum flooded her again. Elena became addicted to the danger and the pleasure. Every Thursday she grew wetter just walking into the library. She started touching herself lightly in class while looking at Roman. Her pussy stayed constantly sensitive. She loved the way her ass stung after his spankings. She loved feeling his cum leak out of her for hours afterward.

She was dripping wet, her lips swollen and shiny with her juices. “Fuck, look at you,” he said. His fingers ran along her slit, spreading the wetness. “You’ve been like this the whole class, haven’t you?” “Yes,” she breathed. “I was so horny… I couldn’t stop thinking about your mouth on me.” He pushed two fingers inside her without warning. Sara gasped at the sudden stretch. Her pussy was so wet that his fingers slid in easily, making a loud, wet sound. He pumped them fast, curling them to hit her g-spot. Pleasure shot through her body. Her legs trembled, and she gripped the edge of the desk tighter.

Her mouth hung open slightly, eyes flickering between me and my cock. I stroked it once slowly. The tip was flushed, glistening with precum. “You made a mess on my fingers,” I said. Ava bit her lip. Leah grabbed the back of her neck and forced her forward a little, her other hand resting lightly on the top of Ava’s spine. “Look at that cock,” Leah purred. “That’s what good girls get when they cum so pretty.” Ava licked her lips. I saw the way she swallowed. Her thighs still trembled from the high, but her eyes burned now — that greedy, dangerous heat that told me she wasn’t even close to done.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

Her moans turned into short, broken whimpers now, “uh… uh… yes… like that…” He kept the pace brutal, the glass fogging from their heat. Her free hand braced against it, leaving wet prints. He finally pulled out, turned her, and bent her over the toilet tank. One hard shove and he was buried again, pounding her from behind while she gripped the edges. “Tell me what you are…” “Your overtime slut… your dirty little hole… use me…” He reached under, pinched her clit hard, and she broke. A loud, shaky “fuck...I’m cumming...” ripped out of her as her pussy clenched and fluttered around him, juices running down her thighs.