Chapter 4: The Cage © Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica Tuesday morning arrived with a hollow ache behind my ribs. I barely slept the night before. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him—Sean’s body, the heat of his mouth, the searing burn of his commands. I woke tangled in the sheets, hard and leaking, my cock throbbing uselessly against empty air. I’d denied myself release, half-afraid it would somehow cheapen what had happ...

The Caribbean sun blazed down on Angel's skin like a branding iron, its relentless heat claiming every inch of her exposed flesh. She lay sprawled on the blinding white sand, oversized sunglasses doing little to shield her from the world, the rhythmic pounding of waves against the shore echoing the insistent throb of her heart. Each crash resonated deep within her, mimicking the fevered pulse of last night—when Reece had...

The dawn spilled like molten gold across the horizon, yet inside Velvetsin’s sanctum, shadows still clung to every corner like a velvet shroud, thick and intoxicating. Trent lay sprawled on the ebony chaise lounge, the collar snug around his throat, the obsidian pendant pressing cold and heavy against his skin, anchoring him to her will. He was stripped bare—physically and spiritually—marked not only by the ink and flame...

The door opened, and Vicki stepped back inside to see Karen, her sister, still kneeling obediently in the center of the floor with her hands locked behind her head. Karen was naked except for a thin silver metal collar locked around her neck. Her body quaked as a vibrator, lodged deep in her sex, kept her off balance and on the verge of an orgasm. Their eyes met for an instant before Vicki looked away. In that instant bef...

© Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica The weekend passed in a haze of thought, a blur of restlessness disguised as routine. I cleaned the house—twice. Not a surface went untouched. I rearranged the books on my shelf alphabetically, then by color, then by theme. I reorganized drawers that didn’t need organizing, wiped down windowsills that hadn’t gathered a speck of dust. I went grocery shopping despite having plenty of food. Bo...

Sedulous Boss Chapter 2 Liliana It's been a few months since Julian told me about his fantasies, and we've decided to bring them to life. Our lifestyle looks more promising with every step we take. However, for the first time since I started sleeping with Mark, my husband's boss and my current lover, I was having some thoughts that were consuming me. One of those Friday nights when Mark couldn't come home, I was in the li...

The mark on his skin had begun to itch. Not a surface-level itch, not something soothed by a scratch—it was a pulse that drummed beneath his flesh, a craving stitched into the sinew of his identity. An ache that whispered with the cadence of one name: Velvetin. Three days had passed since he’d left her chamber, marked, silenced, and raw. Yet her presence haunted every corner of his world. The scent of her perfume still li...

Chapter 1: The First Encounter© Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica It was true, I was older than him—probably by about ten or twelve years based on his looks—but I’d often been confused for much younger than my thirty-nine years. Not because of any special skin care regime, makeup, or efforts to dress or act younger than my age; I’d just been lucky in the genetics pool, I guess. My looks had often earned me the attention of ot...

The sun dipped low, spilling molten gold across the endless turquoise sea. The island rose from the water like a secret carved by the gods—lush, wild, untouched. Marla’s breath caught in her throat as the boat nudged the coral reef. This was no ordinary getaway. It was an invitation into surrender. The air smelled of salt and jasmine, thick with promise. She stepped onto the white sand, bare feet sinking into warmth that...

Karen tried to sneak into the room without waking her sister. A soft light came through the window even with the drapes closed. She had already removed her shoes, hoping not to make any sound. Just inside on the left was a small table and bankette, and a door to a small lavatory on the right. Just beyond was a dresser on one side and a closet on the other. The end of the room was filled with a single queen-sized bed. Her...

Every time he stepped on the scale, he felt his stomach drop. Would it be enough? Would she be pleased? And every two weeks, Libby would cane him, her strokes precise and unforgiving. She never missed a beat, never gave an inch. You're doing well," she said one night, inspecting his bruised and battered body. "But you still have a way to go." He nodded. "Yes, mistress." "I'll be watching you," she warned. "Every bite you...

The studio air was thick with sex—heavy, humid, charged. Sophie’s knees ached against the cold floor, but she didn’t dare shift her weight. Iain towered above her, the thick weight of his cock resting against her cheek now, his fingers twisted in her blonde curls like a leash made of want. "Look at it," he said, his voice a low rumble. “That’s what you've done. All this... for you.” Her lips parted as she stared—glistenin...

The sisters had been planning this trip for a few months now. It was originally Vicki, the older sister’s idea, but was now something they did regularly since Karen’s divorce a few years prior and her own the year after. The cruise ship would leave from Miami, sail for half a day to some island in the Bahamas, and come back three days later. A ‘booze cruise,’ the pair called it. There were bars all over the large ship, an...

“Do you ever wonder if what we do is morally wrong?" Henry asked. The sounds of slurping and sucking filled the room. I grabbed her hips harder and got into a more vigorous rhythm, each of my thrusts pushing Henry's cock deeper into her mouth. "Little to wonder about. It's obviously wrong," I chuckled, "I mean, we're fucking little Emma here while her unsuspecting boyfriend is out getting Vietnamese for dinner." Henry hel...

Rain shimmered on the streets like melted silver that November evening. Trent didn’t even know why he turned down that alley. Something pulled him off the main road—past the crowds, the noise, the neon. Past logic. It was quiet there. Too quiet. He might’ve turned back, but then he saw her. She stood at the alley’s end, dry under the wide brim of a black hat. Her coat was long, velvet by the look of it, though the dim lig...