Best Eunuch Stories Novels & Stories

It had been a nude gay bar and his friend had laughed at him when he saw his shocked and speechless expression. “What? Haven't seen something like this before?” He had asked Gerald, laughing. “Look, I know your wife doesn't get you hard the way she used to, so why not try this out? I get tired of my wife's pussy too and I come here to unwind all the time.”

For the past Five years, i had only slept with one man. The idea of stripping down for another terrified me. I was far from a virgin when I met Nathan, but I had never thought about anyone else since then. Who would want me, anyway? I wasn’t the Greek goddess that Nathan fell in love with…young, fine, and tight. I was having gray hairs now, my tits were a little saggy and well my stomach that needed shapewear to look decent in anything. Not to mention, my pussy didn’t get wet without the help of lube most of the time. I’d be a hassle to anyone looking to be pleased sexually.

My back was pressed against Baron's hard dick, his hand found my pussy as he kept massaging through my panties and Leon had to unhook my bra. My breast exposes staring at him, he sucks, licks, bites, and pinch, and my head tilted back, a soft moan escapes my lips, my hand grabbed Leon's shoulder for support my fingers digging into his shoulder. Baron leaned closer to my ear and whispered. “You are about to have the best Threesome, mama” The thought of it Ran chills along my body. I was extremely excited just by the mere thought of being fucked by two hot men. I was still afraid of it, as having any kind of romance or sexual relationship with two stranger.

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”

“Damian’s already ten steps ahead.” “Then we catch up,” Ethan said. “We find out where he’s vulnerable and hit him where it hurts.” “And if we can’t?” Nathan pressed. Ethan’s gaze was icy. “Failure isn’t an option.” --- Damian’s POV I watched the news coverage with a satisfied smile. The headlines were exactly what I wanted: *“Scandal at My Enterprises: CEO Accused of Fraud.”* “Perfect,” I murmured, leaning back in my chair. A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. I called for them to enter, and Delilah stepped in, her expression smug.

Little did he expect that he would one day become the main subject of the scoop. “He’s not impotent. He’s said to be callous. It’s only when he meets a girl who is his cup of tea that he’ll be a real man. Otherwise, he’s no different from a eunuch. It’s not known whether this is true. Julian purposely said this in front of us when Mr. Bucham urged him to get married.”