Best Gay Fantasy Romance Novels & Stories

roommate has homosexual thoughts and fantasies he has been fighting. Thoughts about me. Seeing my cock in the locker room and at the house when I walked around post shower. Fantasies of sucking my cock, worshipping me. Fantasies about being bent over in the locker room and being “claimed” and “taken”, made to take my big cock so deep that his abs bulge from the other side. Fantasies of submitting and surrendering to me and being my fuck toy. Fantasies about absorbing my seed and carrying it around with him everywhere he went. Fantasies about hanging with his “gym bros” while having my kids swimming deeper and deeper into his guts, with his friends being non the wiser.

“Does it matter what he came here for? I think we’re missing the point. Can we just appreciate how hot that man is? He’s literally perfect.” Jaxon chuckled. “Aren’t you into women? I thought Genesis was more your type.” Danielle grinned. “Of course. She’s definitely my type. But I still have eyes. Being gay doesn’t mean I’m blind.” She tilted her head toward me. “Right, Grace? You also think the boss is hot?” I sighed. Why did people insist on dragging me into every conversation that involved Apollo? I nodded, about to form a casual response, when River’s phone rang.

he whispered, his voice a seductive blend of authority and lust. I bit my lips. "I don't throw around suggestions lightly, Daddy." . As the water cascaded over us, the room filled with the heady scent of steam and desire. Dax's fingers traced patterns on my skin, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. The sensation sent delicious shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but arch into his touch. We kissed, our breaths mingling with the rhythmic noise of the shower. Lost in the dance of passion, I moaned wantonly, my hands exploring his inked body as his hands moved with purpose, exploring every curve and slit, making me all wet.

His voice must me angelic and equals his limitless beauty. I desire the long desired mate bond. The unexplainable love shared by mate. The undying romance. His romantic gestures towards me. I desire everything!. His hot breath heaving over my sensitive neck. He tongue romancing my lips whenever we kiss or s*x.. I desire them all So I really pray he awakens. *** A loud growl pull me off my fantasy. I instantly fall roughly to the ground. My spines smash with a heavy thud. I wince.

He imagined Gabi on her knees in front of him, those full lips enveloping his length, sucking as if it was the only thing that mattered. "Gabi… fuck…" he growled, his abdominal muscles tensing as he increased the speed of his hand. In his mind, she was on all fours on the bed, her dress hiked up, her ass presented to him. "This is wrong, cousin," she would say, but she spread her legs wider, inviting. He penetrated her with a single thrust, relishing in how warm and tight she was, moaning his name like a prayer. Separated only by a thin wall, they were now bound by the same illicit fantasy. Gabi slid two fingers inside herself, gasping as she felt her body quivering on the brink of climax.

Each fantasy I reveal, you share yours too. PrinceCharming: I'm game. Ladies first. LonelyGirl: such a gentleman! shame I can't find one in real life. I fantasize about a man being the opposite of a gentle. PrinceCharming: I'd like to be your Dom. LonelyGirl: I didn't say sub/dom or bdsm 😝 PrinceCharming: I know you would love it. Now since I shared a fantasy it's your turn. LonelyGirl: I want to call you Sir.

Her pussy glistened with arousal, lips puffy and twitching, clit already begging. She whimpered. Then something touched her. A warm enchanted tendril ran along the folds of her cunt. Not rough nor gentle but curious. “So wet already,” he murmured. “You’re aching to be used. Do you fantasize about being forced, little acolyte? Being taken on the altar while your sisters pray above?” “Stop it—gods, stop—” Another tendril flicked her clit. She jerked violently. Her mouth opened in a moan before she could stop it.

His moans grew louder, unrestrained, echoing off the empty locker room walls. The quarterback pulled off Alex’s cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting his lips to the glistening head. “Look at you moaning like a whore. Bet you touch yourself thinking about guys like me, don’t you? Late at night in your dorm, fingering your own ass while pretending you’re straight.”

“she is stunning, so beautiful I only fucking her in my head is the safest way to be with her. In my head, she's poised, and has got the kind of eyes that pull you in. Those perfect shades of lips and auburn hair. She Listens close and lets be direct, but inside, she's fire waiting to burn.' Hailey's tap slowed. Was he describing her? She shifted. 'Sounds too specific to be anonymous.' 'Yeah, well, details make it real,' he said. 'I imagine pinning her down, hands on her wrists, making her beg me for mercy as I fuck her brains out.' He licked his lips in a sexual way that had her gasp a bit, lowering her eyes into her book. Her cheeks warmed, but she nodded. 'Dominance fantasies are common i

When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur. My mind flits back to how he found my diary that night. What would have happened if he never found out what was written in it? Would we be exactly as we were in the past, lusting for each other from afar? Not every attraction should be acted on. The next time I fantasize about someone I shouldn’t, I will remember this. _____