Novel & Cerita Best Gay Fantasy Novels

Elena, a 19-year-old, has long harbored desires for Garrett Hartley, her father's best friend and a successful CEO. On her birthday, she wishes for Garrett to take her innocence and make the night unforgettable. Throughout the evening, Elena's fantasies and Garrett's subtle advances build tension. … *********************************** I couldn't believe my 19th birthday had finally arrived. As I blew out the candles on my cake, I made a silent wish, one that I had been longing for since I first noticed the changes in my body and my desires.

My family would have been humiliated. So I married him knowing he would never really want me. Never really satisfy me. Never give me what I needed in bed. And I decided right then that I wouldn't settle for a sexless marriage just because my husband preferred dick. The mechanic doesn't know about the neighbor's brother. The neighbor's brother doesn't know about the mechanic. My husband doesn't know about either of them. And I'm keeping it that way. Because this arrangement works. I get the hard rough sex I crave. I get variety. I get to explore every kink and desire my body has without judgment or hesitation.

A single finger dipped between the lips of her sex, and she began to stroke her clit with tiny, teasing motions. Already wet from the flirting at dinner and the fantasies of Devon's body beneath the African sky, Sophie's body was more than ready for her attention. The little nub she toyed with engorged quickly, and amplified pleasure swelled within. Devon and the silver hairs around his temple — would the hairs elsewhere on his body be greying from early aging? She imagined his chest and stomach, and what they might look like speckled with silver. How magnificent an experienced cock might look nestled in a dark patch of pubic hair struck through with steel? The finger at her clit circled a l

The cozy suburban home of your best friend Mark is quiet midday, since Mark and his dad Tyson are out visiting old friends at a gay bar and staying there for a few days to catch up. You swing by with the spare key to grab your forgotten laptop from Mark's room, packed with explicit hentai videos and pornographic images of busty milfs getting railed by massive cocks, creamy cum shots dripping from stretched pussies, tentacles fucking every hole.*

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

Unclasping my bra, my boobs stared at him begging for attention. Latching his mouth on one and playing with the other, my legs almost gave out because my nipples are sensitive. He held me, sucked on my sensitive nipple and used his fingers to massage the other and I threw my head back in pleasure. His beard tickling my boobs made it even more intense. Never knew I had a beard fetish. Pulling his head away from my chest, I held his face, looking him in the eyes. “Fuck me”

/LUKE/ I sat on the edge of my small bed, staring at the walls. It had been three days since I left Chase’s luxury apartment, and I had finally stopped trying to lie to myself. I wasn't gay—I still liked girls—but I had officially experienced what I could only call a hole awakening. I wanted Chase’s dick. More than that, I wanted to feel the weight of his balls slapping violently against my ass cheeks just like I had seen in his bedroom.

When I opened the room, I immediately looked for my cellphone that I had left earlier due to haste. I immediately saw it on the side of my bed. It was still off and when I opened it I could almost break it because of a series of sounds. I’m sure Cyril was worried about what happened. And I'm sure that gay man will preach to me. Maybe I'll read it later. My body was itching and I was so sticky to myself. I'll take a shower first before I fight Cyril.

which had left him super aroused every damn time with a freaking hard on, sometimes even to the point he was leaking pre-cum! He tried to push the thoughts out of his mind, but they kept creeping back in! One day, as he was taking a shower, he couldn't help but think about Arabella again. He imagined her in the shower with him, and it made him feel incredibly aroused again and he lets his fantasy's clouding his brain as he slid his hands around his shaft, pimping up and down imagine it was Arabella with her soft hands and luscious lips wrapped around his thick c**k! After a couple of strokes he came so hard he almost lost his balance and had to lean back against the cold bathroom wall to ste

I gasped aloud when I felt a palm on my private part and pinched the sensitive nub, making my body squirm with a new fire of pleasure from the heat his palm radiated. "He's just a nightmare, kitten. A nightmare who doesn't deserve that sexiest mess you can make," he whispered as he slipped two digits into my core. I gasped at the sensation. It felt different from being penetrated by a toy. His fingers were warmer, which brought more sweet sensations slithering through my body. "Oh!" His hand never slowed down, curling, massaging my walls. The carnal sounds were heightening my senses. "What are... you doing?" I asked between pants and gasps.