Raunchy Sex Stories Novels & Stories

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

he rasped, hands gripping my waist to guide the ride, his cock throbbing under the pressure. Tension snapped fully; he yanked my shorts down again, freeing himself to slide raw between my cheeks, rubbing desperate along my slick pussy. I rode back harder, ass enveloping him, showing the girth, stretching the space, making me ache deeper. "Your pussy's begging... unlock it," he growled, one hand under my tank, grasping my breast rough, jiggling it as I ground. Intimacy raw, breaths mingling hot, the bathroom echoing soft moans.

But she showed up anyway. ⸻ The days blurred. Nights were bodies colliding, teeth and tongues and too many bruises. Afternoons were spent avoiding each other in the office, pretending they weren’t devouring each other at night. They didn’t speak about it. Not once. There were no rules. No promises. Just sex. Just need. It became everything. Rhea tried to fight it — took herself out on a real date one Friday night, let a nice investment banker buy her dinner and compliment her dress.

but like I said, it’s a craze. Yet there I was, looking absolutely nothing like a lady. Why don’t we have mirrors in bathroom stalls, that way I wouldn’t have to guess how disheveled I look. Even the thought of it seemed to fuel my sex craze. My pace picked up, so much that I could feel my legs shaking from the effect. “Yessssss…yessss ... .please” I panted out loud, as I felt myself getting closer. And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl.

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

The room was a symphony of filth: wet slaps, muffled moans, the creak of desks, the squelch of cocks plunging into stretched holes, the occasional sharp slap of skin on skin. Marcus sped up in Ava’s ass—short, brutal thrusts—then buried deep, groaning as he came again—hot pulses flooding her back hole. He pulled out slowly—cum leaking from her gaping ass, dripping down to mix with the mess between her thighs. Ava came again—screaming into Lila’s cunt—body convulsing, ass clenching around nothing now. Lila followed—hips bucking, squirting over Ava’s face. Ethan slammed into Jade one last time—came with a low growl—filling her cunt again until it overflowed, running down her thighs.

With the door to talking about sex cracked open, she added, "I enjoy a good sexual fantasy as much as the next woman, I guess. Which genres of stories do you like most?" "Normally it would be the hot-wife stories," Cheryl answered, "But I was reading a really hot incest/taboo story there the other day where the characters happened to be named Darlene, James, and Shannon." She looked Darlene in her surprised eyes and with a suggestive grin she added, "It's hard for me to imagine that's just coincidence. Did you write that story? Is that your taboo fantasy I was reading?" Darlene was a bit taken aback by her friend's blunt question, but her tone and the look on her face were certainly not judg

My legs trembled, but he didn’t stop, thrusting faster, his breath hot and ragged against my ear. “Goddamn, you’re so wet,” he grunted, his hands bruising my hips. He kept going, his cock sliding in and out, slick with my juices, and I knew he was close, his thrusts getting harder, more desperate. The room smelled like sex, the couch creaking under us, and I never wanted it to end.

He didn't wait. His hands grabbed my waist hard and spun me around. He pushed me back against the door. His body slammed into mine. His cock, rock hard through his jeans, rubbed against my stomach. "Fuck," I breathed out. I rolled my hips forward, grinding on his bulge. I needed pressure on my clit so bad. Rune crushed his mouth on mine. He kissed me rough, his tongue pushing in deep. I tasted the vodka and lime on him. He sucked on my tongue hard and I moaned loud into his mouth.