Bisexual Male Erotica Novels & Stories

And I loved it. I felt another orgasm building, a deeper, slower wave. "I'm... I'm going to come again," I warned, my voice ragged. "Do it," Ethan commanded softly. "Let them see you come on a fake cock." That was all it took. The second climax rolled through me, a deep, internal quaking that had me sobbing with pleasure. My hips pistoned against Leo's hand, my pussy clenching rhythmically around the silicone. As I came down, I became aware of movement around me. When I opened my eyes, I gasped. The men were undressing. All of them.

Her skin glowed in the orange light. “Bataille,” he began, walking toward her slowly, “posits that the ultimate erotic act is one that mirrors death, a little death. A dissolution of the self through excess, through the violent breaking of boundaries.” He stopped inches from her. “Pain is one such boundary. The body’s warning system. To embrace it, to transform it into pleasure, is a profound transgression.” He reached out and took her hand, leading her not to the rug, but to his desk. He guided her to stand beside it.

Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.

I scoff, making him turn to me with new interest, "Bisexual, pansexual... lesbian, I mean, that one is not for you, but it exists. Or just Erosexual." "What's that one?" he asks, actually interested. I have to fight the biggest smile ever because he's never asked me something before, not like this. He always seems to know absolutely everything. "It's when a completely straight guy is suddenly very into fucking another guy whose name is Eros," I explain, making him roll his eyes extra hard at that one, "Look, at the end of the day nobody actually cares about who you're fucking, especially around here. My dad doesn't care, the rest of the security guys won't care and it's not like we have much

He did it again until Ethan was moaning into the desk and pushing back and not embarrassed anymore. "You take me so well. You were made for this. Look at the glass. Look at yourself while I fuck you. Look at the city while I use you." Ethan turned his head. The window reflected them. The glass carried their bodies and the lights below them. It looked obscene and beautiful. Damien’s hands on his waist. Damien’s body flush with his. The muscles in Damien’s forearms standing out as he held Ethan and drove into him. Ethan felt owned and he did not hate it. He felt like he had been waiting to be told what he was for.

She was left only in her panties and bra, her vulnerable body exposed to their eager scrutiny. The fellow smiled, a slow, appreciative curve of his lips. He finished taking off his own clothes, tossing his trousers aside. Then, with a fluid, powerful motion, he stripped off his briefs, standing completely naked. His body looked magnificent, sculpted and utterly beautiful, a testament to raw, male power. "I would love to take my woman from behind," he dictated, his deep vibrating voice sending delicious shivers down her spine. "So do me the pleasure of standing on all fours."

"Your bottom will be sore after being fucked twice since you're unaccustomed to it. Did you enjoy your cocks, slave?" "I did, more than I expected, given my sexual orientation. Thank you, Domina." "Some wise people told me sexual orientation is more an emotional connection than a physical one. Anyone can make you cum if they work at it, but you're more emotionally invested in sex with the right person. As for slaves, we'll fuck anything because we need to fuck and can't get enough. There will be days when you'll welcome a nice cock shoving into your cunt. I tend to believe it's true. The reason I now believe I'm bisexual is because I emotionally enjoy fucking Lisa. It's no longer just physic

the demon was frustrated to hear about his 50000$ dollars ass, demon hold him back, but that lead to the unravelling of the truth, which better never show up. " Now give me your 50000$ ass, I will take at one, I will gladly fulfil all your desire" the demon can see his blushing ears, he was shying, and his voice because helpless, his dick was rising, " why it's your dick is rising, it's just a joke, don't take it seriously" " you don't have to be cruel to me, I didn't tell you but. I am bisexual, I can take things to get this fast"

Once she felt her body quivering from the weirdly intoxicating pleasure, something from the inside came out, and she saw the man lick his bottom lip. "Amor," the man called out in a husky voice before he unzipped his pants. She, on the other hand, stretched her arms into the thin air, inviting him to devour her completely. In one instance, the man kissed her lips, his tongue intertwining with hers while his rod stuck inside hers. The two of them were colliding with one another, the smell of erotica engulfing the four corners of the room, followed by the sound of their flesh kissing from below.

IMPORTANT WARNING: This is an MM (Male/Male) Gay Erotica story with extremely explicit and graphic sexual content. If you prefer MF stories and are uncomfortable with gay romance, please skip this book and move to Story 9 in my collection. 18+ ONLY. Liam’s hand still stung from the slap he’d delivered two days ago. The memory burned hotter than the summer night air clinging to his skin. That arrogant bastard at the gallery opening, tall, dark-haired, with a jaw like carved marble and eyes that screamed 'I own everything I touch' had grabbed him by the waist and kissed him like he had every right. No warning. Just lips crashing down, demanding, tasting of expensive whiskey and pure dominance.