Erotic Mens Stories Novels & Stories

Well there was only two weeks left to enjoy her and I was doing that as much as I could. Not that I didn't actually enjoy the class itself as I had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what I was writing was dirty stories, or as the web sites called it; erotica. I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews.

He slapped his cock, still hard and dripping, between her tits and squeezed them together. “Hold them tight, slut. Milk me with these fat tits.” She obeyed, pushing her breasts together while he fucked the slick valley hard and fast. The head of his cock punched out the top on every thrust and slapped her chin. Pre-cum and old loads made everything slippery and obscene. Another man knelt between her legs and shoved three fingers into her overflowing cunt, curling and pumping, using the cum as lube. A third fed his cock back into her mouth. They used her like that until every man had added at least one more load somewhere on or in her body.

This story is intended for adults aged 18 and older and contains explicit sexual content and mature themes. Readers should be aware that it includes depictions of gay sexual activity, oral sex, anal sex, rimming, cruising, public sexual encounters, power-exchange and submissive/dominant dynamics, explicit sexual language, and descriptions of consensual sexual acts between adults. All characters depicted in sexual situations are adults. This work is presented as fiction and is intended solely for mature audiences. Reader discretion is advised.

Camila's breath hitched as the third man, a muscular brute with a shaved head, stepped closer. His hand trailed down her arm, sending shivers down her spine. "I think she likes it rough," he growled. Camila's mind raced, but her body responded in ways she couldn't control. She felt a surge of heat between her legs, a mix of fear and arousal. The men seemed to sense her reaction, their grins widening. The man with the scar reached out, his fingers tangling in her hair. He pulled her head back, exposing her neck. "Suck," he commanded, his voice low and dangerous.

On a side table, rows of red candles sat beside bottles of oil and lube. "What the hell?" Emma gasped. She never imagined Romero would be such a freak. She imagined him bringing sexy girls into this secret playground. Yes, he was rich enough to get girls who shared similar sexual kinks. She thought about how he would make their bodies coil with a mix of pleasure and pain... Images of Romero doing freaky things with baddies filled Emma's mind. A rush of heat flooded her body. Her nipples stiffened against her lace bra. It rubbed against the fabric. A warm, throbbing sensation bloomed between her thighs. Her pussy grew slick. The sudden wetness made her press her legs together.

ARC 10: MOONFLOWER ON THE ALTAR WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content, omegaverse dynamics with alpha/omega knotting and breeding, public gangbang, intense dubcon/noncon elements, and pack breeding/claiming themes. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to dark, unrestrained erotic fiction ---- My name is Vespera Eric, and I have spent every one of my twenty-one years knowing exactly how this night would end.

His hands roamed your body, mapping every curve, committing every detail to memory. *Suddenly impatient, he spun you around, pressing your front against the cold wall of the locker room. His lips trailed down the column of your neck, teeth scraping lightly over your pulse point.* "Mine," *he growled against your skin, his hands sliding under your shirt, caressing the smooth expanse of your stomach.* "Say it. Say you're mine." *A gasp escapes your lips as Mr. Dante pins you against the wall, his strong hands exploring your body with bold confidence. Every touch leaves trails of fire in its wake, igniting sensations you've never known before.*

The house finally went quiet. I let out a long breath and stretched, my tight little tank top riding up over my flat stomach. Nineteen years old and still stuck under his roof like a prisoner. No friends, no dates, no freedom. If he ever found my secret account… yeah, I’d be dead. But that risk made it hotter. The secrecy. The thrill of thousands of men paying to see what he had never let me show. I scrolled through my DMs for a minute, biting my lip at the usual flood of horny messages. Then I set my phone aside and slipped a hand under my shorts, tracing lazy circles over my clit. I was already wet. That comment had done its job.

In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there. Of course she didn't. Maureen could still refrain from acting like a bitch in front of a man who didn't know much about her. "It's not the scene you need to highlight, but the story pattern they use," Ben explained, "Almost all local eroticism stories have similar bed scenes." Maybe it's the similar reading material. Sometimes there are advertisements for fictional stories that can be read online if you use a free mobile app, and most of them have the same crotch story.

"Here, let me clean you up." I shoved his hand away and grabbed the napkin. "What the fuck is wrong with you, man?" I snapped, wiping off the mess. Disgusted, I tossed the napkin onto the table, slapped the hotdog down next to it, and snatched up my beer. "I’m finishing this and getting the hell out of here." "That story was seriously hot, bro," Dave said, his voice thick with arousal. "Forget the mustard—I’m hard as a brick right now. You don’t understand. I need more."