Mainstream Erotica Novels & Stories

"Bend over the desk. Ass up, legs spread." I scrambled up, skirt hiked to my waist, tits spilling out as he ripped my blouse open—buttons pinging across the floor. Cool wood hit my nipples, hardening them more. I arched my back, pussy exposed, lips puffy and dripping, clit peeking out begging. He stepped behind, rubbing his cock along my slit slow, coating himself in my juices. The fat head nudged my entrance, parting folds, but didn't push in. "Beg for it, Mira. Beg your boss to ruin this married pussy."

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

It was a wild mess of muscle and skin. Ava was being fucked from every side. She was never empty. There was always a giant cock inside her, stretching her and filling her. She felt the different shapes—the width of Bane, the length of Mako, the heat of Tane. The erotica was loud. The men were shouting and groaning. The sound of their bodies hitting was like a drum. Slap. Slap. Slap. Ava was lost in the pleasure. Her brain was gone. She was only a body, a Goddess being used to save the world.

She told me with those sexy, red eyes of her as she licked Leo's semen, off her lips. I undressed, pulling down my shorts to expose my already hardened dick as I climbed the bed. I could see desire in her eyes as she stared at my cock, her mouth probably watering. Leo moved behind her and I got in front of her, before slipping my dick into her warm mouth. She moaned as she wrapped her lips around the head of my dick. Her tongue swiped all over the hole in my cock, her huge boobs bouncing with rapid movement as she boobed her head on my laps.

The mafia's hacker princess prequel Rita's POV It's hot in here. The crowd is buzzing with so much sexual energy that it feels like if you breathe in, you will be taking in pure desire into your system. Whipping my hair over my shoulder to show off my outfit properly, I smile and take a few steps forward to the front stage so they can see me under the neon lights. I move my hot body to the rhythm of the song playing right now, it's a slow and dirty song that sets the mood for sex, adding more tension to the already heavy atmosphere.

This wasn’t like the slow, worshipful exploration of the cabin, or the tender reclamation after the confession. This was feral. This was victory sex.

When he finally opened his eyes, Dominic was standing again, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, chest heaving. “Jesus,” Eli murmured. Dominic gave him a look that was nothing short of ruined. “You’re not done.” Eli smiled—slow and wrecked—and reached for him. “Then get up here and fucking prove it.” Dominic pulled him down off the desk, spun him around, and bent him over the surface with one firm hand between his shoulder blades. The sound Eli made was desperate. There was no more hesitation. Dominic undid his jeans, cock hard and leaking in his hand. He spat into his palm, stroked himself once, twice, then guided himself between Eli’s legs, grinding against his entrance, teasing ju

Four weeks, three days and two and a half hours was the exact amount of time since he’d walked into the La Terrazza bar and fallen deep into his very first full-blown erotic obsession. He’d only gone into the place out of curiosity. He’d been working late and felt stressed out, pissed off and bored with his relatively mundane existence. La Terrazza was a notorious sexual stomping ground, and as a young man whose turn to stomp was long overdue, he’d arrived with high hopes, a genuine thirst, and the beginnings of a very nice hard-on. He’d expected glitzy people, pricey drinks and plush, slightly pervy surroundings; what he hadn’t expected was “The Weirdo’...

LUCA; I'm obsessed with my gym partner. Utterly and completely obsessed. And no, not in a platonic way. In an erotic, filthy and sinful way. His name is Ethan. Yes, I'm fucking straight. The mere idea of another man touching me in that manner, was repulsive to say the least. Should be a disgusting.... demonic act. I detested the thought of it...but it was such a shame that I had no control of my body's reaction. Of my thoughts. They were filthy and borderline pornographic on the things I imagined he'd do to me, or the things I'd would love to explore with him.

In the next series, it will be an explosive and infuriatingly hardcore Gay short erotica stories compilation where filthy boys and dangerously hungry men chasing the very thing they shouldn’t crave. They just want to be ruined, reshaped and overly pleased because their bodies bleed and burn with an obsession that runs deeper for any cure, except one. High voltage desires to have their tight cracks shed apart, rimmed with sizes they never imagined exist and their girths straining, covered with slick. You’ll be left glancing through the pages in the most hidden corner of the world where no one would see you squirming. If you will be reading with a partner, fair warning: you’ll either test thei