Bisexual Male Erotica นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Something told me that his asshat ex would have eventually left Min Jae and tried to make things work with his baby mama. Min Jae was in a shit position by being bisexual and being attracted to heterosexual men. Sometimes I couldn't help but wonder if it would be better for these men to not fall for him because everyone in their messy situations was always unsure of their sexuality and always afraid to be branded as gay even though they happened to both be men.

But his body was made to perfectly fits mine. He’s rubbing his fingers on my clitoris and fucking me in an insane rhythm, delirious, Adam stares at me through the mirror, in an exciting and deliciously erotic vision of our melted bodies, he’s all buried in me, wraparound my pussy that’s throbbing so much and so hard that my heart is beating in its deeper sense. I answer with a disconnected voice before crumble in and orgasm that turns me into pieces. “You, Adam, you are my male.” Adam cums and grunts hard, in a weird way, but it makes me even more horny. So manly, given, filling me with his abundant sperm.

I’m frozen in place, holding my girlfriend’s hand, watching his cock glide in and out of her. Jesus, he’s big. Longer, thicker, and filling her more than I ever could. He eases back, allowing me to see every inch of his huge, come-soaked erection. He aims the tip at her stomach – his length is so huge that it almost touches her skin, even though he’s kneeling above her – and jerks the base with one hand. Brett groans in triumph and unloads on my girlfriend. She coos, loving the feeling of his hot, sticky semen erupting over her skin.

“Let me get you hard again. I can ride you slow this time” He slapped my hand away. “Lissa, not today. You can wait till next time.” The words hit me like a slap. “But I just made you cum,” I said, anger rising. “So why can’t you do the same for me?” He sat up, looking annoyed. “Because I’m a man. I cum and that’s it. I don’t fucking care if you cum. You have fingers too. Handle it yourself.” I stared at him in shock. “Wait, are you serious? So women don’t deserve to feel orgasm? Is that what you’re saying?”

I whispered, my voice barely audible. Damien chuckled darkly. “Prayer won’t save you from what your body wants.” His large hand cupped my chin, tilting my face up. “You’re soaked right now, aren’t you? That sweet virgin pussy is weeping for your boss.” The crude words should have horrified me but instead, it sent a fresh gush of wetness coating my thighs. I pressed my legs together, mortified and aroused beyond reason. He noticed. Of course he did. “Spread your legs, Bethel. Let Daddy see how wet you are for him.”

“Imagine if someone walked in right now. Seeing you bent over like this, pussy spread for me.” The thought sent a fresh gush of arousal down her thighs. Elena was beyond shame now, only pure, burning need. “Please… fuck me. I need your cock inside me.” Marcus chuckled darkly, withdrawing his fingers. She heard the zip of his trousers, the rustle of fabric. Then the hot, heavy weight of his erection slapped against her ass. He was huge—thick, veined, the head already leaking precum. He rubbed the fat tip up and down her slit, teasing her clit until she was whimpering and grinding desperately. “Beg properly, Elena. Tell me what you are.”

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.

She grabbed the sheets, her knuckles turning white. But he did not let her come yet. He pulled his fingers out and stood up. In one quick move, he stripped off his own clothes. His cock sprang free, hard and thick, the head already shiny with pre-cum. It was bigger than Mira had imagined in her fantasies. Veins ran along the shaft, and it curved slightly upward. Jake stroked himself once, looking down at her. “You want this?” “Yes,” she said, her voice shaky. “Please, Jake.”

☆ Potential emotional and psychological triggers: Intense emotional manipulation, gaslighting, trauma bonding, toxic relationships portrayed erotically, addictive sexual dependency, loss of control, identity erasure, and stories that blur the line between fantasy and dark desire. This is not “vanilla” erotica. Many stories push boundaries into the darkest, most depraved corners of human (and non-human) sexuality. Themes may include moral ambiguity, lack of real-world consent in fantasy scenarios, and sexual acts that would be illegal or highly dangerous in reality. Everything here is pure fantasy and is not meant to reflect healthy real-life behavior or relationships. Reader discretion is st

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