A Collections of erotica stories:

1. Blackmailed

Being blackmailed was never a good experience for anybody. Not when your most intimate forbidden affair was secretly photographed and used as a threat. There was no other way than confronting face to face with the blackmailer....just to find pleasure

2. Twin Brothers' Double Pleasures

It's been a great pleasure making love with the boyfriend. And soon she will find double pleasures with his twin brothers. It's Twin Brothers' Double Pleasures
"As we kissed, I immediately noticed how both similar and alien it felt. It somehow felt like Logan's mouth, and as Luke's tongue probed my mouth, I was still keenly aware that this was not Logan. The kiss was different, but it, coupled with Luke's hands roaming my body, served to harden my nipples. I felt Luke's cock, still in his shorts, grow and press into my hip, and as my hands skimmed down his hard body to his waistband, Logan began to strip me out of my shirt. I broke my kiss with Luke just long enough for my shirt to clear my head, and then, as Logan unhooked my bra, Luke continued to kiss me, our tongues forcefully and almost desperately colliding. As soon as my breasts were freed, Luke began to kiss his way down my neck, and I turned to instead kiss Logan. This was a kiss I expected and was used to, just as desperately passionate as Luke's but somehow more intense and definitely more familiar. I felt Luke work on my zipper as he kissed and sucked his way across my breasts, and I helped him by squirreling my way out of my shorts and wet panties."

3. The Vampire's Photographer

For $50,000 and 2 weeks work, all she had to do was taking pre-wed pictures of her clients'. That was what she thought to be the best deal, or probably not....
"His hands dropped my hair, and slid down to the towel that covered my naked body, and loosened it, watching it fall to the ground. So far, he hadn't uttered a word and I seemed unable to do it myself. I couldn't even move. His hands slid to my breasts and captured my nipples, squeezing them a little hard, ripping a surprised moan out of my lips. He picked me in his arms and carried to the bed, lying me there, pulling my hands over my head and tying them with some strips of velvet that hanged from the headboard. He did the same with my ankles and soon I was tied to the bed, eagle spread and completely exposed to this man. I wanted to cry and call for help, but he had to have me under a spell of some sort because I couldn't. I opened my mouth and the only thing that came out were moans."