Novel & Cerita Erotic Mens Stories

The dirty words, the forbidden reality of who he was, and the way he owned my body pushed me closer and closer to the edge. “I’m going to fill you up,” he growled, thrusting harder, deeper. His voice took on a darker, primal edge. “I’m going to breed this tight little cunt. Pump you full of my cum until it’s dripping out of you. You want that? You want me to knock you up while your best friend has no idea?” His absolutely filthy words were my undoing. My walls clenched around him violently as my orgasm crashed over me. I came hard, screaming his name, my body shaking in the cuffs as waves of pleasure crashed through me.

Stranded, no rules? Thea laughed, sipping her water. “Wild. You gotta get creative to survive.” Jon raised an eyebrow, sitting beside her. “Creative, huh? Sounds like a story.” Adam grinned. “Let’s just say we kept each other… entertained.” Nate chuckled. “Oh, I bet. Spill it.” Thea leaned back, a familiar sparkle in her eyes. “What happens on a deserted island stays on the island, right?” Jon’s gaze darkened, intrigued. “Not always. I’m into stories like that. Ever try an orgy? Threesomes, foursomes… gets the blood pumping.”

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

Then she got dressed in her sweaters and coat and rushed out, yelling over her shoulder she needed to get her “brats.” That night I went home, got into bed, and fantasized about Eva, on her knees sucking my cock, I squeezed and stroked my balls for a few minutes and my thick cock reached its full 7 inches. I stroked it hard for about 30 seconds and blew a tremendous load into my foreskin, licking my fingers carefully, enjoying the taste of my own cum, another story I may share in the future. A couple of days later Eva sent me a text inviting me over, “the kids haven’t seen their Uncle Frank in ages.”

She couldn’t fault her greedy hormones for wanting both men either. Eros was the sensitive, sweet guy every woman wanted in their lives. Then there was Brecc. Good lord, Brecc. He was the bad boy that pissed a woman off and fucked her so good she’d burn his clothes if he left her. Yeah. He was one of those mind-fucks that a woman couldn’t fight.

"That's it, good girl. You're not done yet. We’re just getting started." Elden's fingers tightened a fraction more on my throat, his free hand sliding down to tease my entrance again, promising more torment as my body begged for the real stretch of their dicks. "Now... your cocks," I rasped, looking at Elden. "I want them inside me. All of them. I want to feel the stretch and burn, I want to be gaped and ruined, dripping from every orifice. Give me your cocks, daddies. Please fuck your desperate dripping slut."

Hello, my daring readers, I trust the previous story still lingers on your skin. As the synopsis teased, this book is packed with the most thrilling, wickedly sensual erotic tales I’ve ever created—raw, intensely steamy stories that don’t hold back, written for one purpose: your deepest, most delicious pleasure. If you crave mature, unfiltered adult erotic romance, then yes… this book is absolutely for you. *********** NEW STORY TITLE: Threesome Therapy (Group Fuck)

Lila’s hands trembled as she stepped into the dimly lit luxury suite on the 28th floor. The city lights sparkled through floor-to-ceiling windows, but her focus was on the five men waiting for her. All tall, powerfully built, dark-skinned, and exuding raw confidence. They wore nothing but loose silk robes that did little to hide the heavy outlines of their cocks. This was it , her fantasy made real. At 29, married for six years to a man whose vanilla sex life had left her starving, Lila had finally said yes to the anonymous booking.

I stammered. “I see.” He smirked and continued walking. “So what do you think of erotic books? Do they convey the messages purely like movies do? The expressions, the feelings… everything.” I gulped. “It all comes down to how good the writer is.” I said, trying to steady my voice. “I most times prefer to read erotic books instead of watching erotic movies. “Interesting,” he smiled. “We really do have a lot in common.” “Do you get the urge to do it when you read them?” he continued.