Erotica Men Novels & Stories

She said, "Don't worry about it. Look all you want. It's not like I'm going to lose anything." She really didn't care. She was showing off her smooth legs right in front of me and letting me stare all I wanted. I smiled back and said, "You're really something. Those are the prettiest legs I've ever seen." And just like that, we started chatting back and forth. It turned out that her name was Lauren Ward. She had a boyfriend, but he could never satisfy her. Every time they were together, he would be done after just a few moments. The more frustrated Lauren became, the more she craved release, so she started using toys to take care of herself.

Ava The room smelled like sex — sweat, cum, and my own juices soaked into the sheets. My body was still twitching from the last orgasm, legs weak and trembling, but the four men surrounding me looked far from finished. Their eyes were dark, chests heaving, cocks still hard and glistening with a mix of my wetness and their previous loads. “Round two, our sweet whore,” Kai growled, grabbing my ankles and yanking my legs wide open again. “We’re not stopping until you can’t even speak.”

"Two weeks, baby girl, you're all mine. And I'm just getting started. So get ready for what is going to cum." I watched him walk to the nightstand, his silhouette cutting through the golden light filtering through the curtains. He wasn't looking at me, but the way he moved his shoulders broad, hips rolling with that lazy, predatory grace told me everything I needed to know. He was thinking about what was coming. He opened the bottom drawer and rummaged around for a moment. When he turned back, his hand was closed into a fist, and a wicked, knowing smirk played on his lips. "Dora," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Close your eyes."

“I mean, you’ve already been with him once. And… he is very good in that aspect. He knows how to give women pleasure, the kind they can’t forget. That’s why they keep coming back. I’ve… I’ve lived with it for two years now. So, no, it won’t kill you. It won’t hurt you. And he’s very clean—trust me. No diseases, nothing to worry about. And he’s generous. Very generous. If you satisfy him, he’ll gift you things you never even dreamed of.” Her words echo like poison through my head. Oh great. Like I haven’t heard that line before. The same disgusting mantra, dressed in calm, polished tones. Mortification claws through my body, wrapping around my ribs, suffocating me. My lips tremble violently,

LUCA; I'm obsessed with my gym partner. Utterly and completely obsessed. And no, not in a platonic way. In an erotic, filthy and sinful way. His name is Ethan. Yes, I'm fucking straight. The mere idea of another man touching me in that manner, was repulsive to say the least. Should be a disgusting.... demonic act. I detested the thought of it...but it was such a shame that I had no control of my body's reaction. Of my thoughts. They were filthy and borderline pornographic on the things I imagined he'd do to me, or the things I'd would love to explore with him.

She looked towards the bathroom door and realized she didn't even know the name of the woman. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Eros sat sprawled naked on the couch in the dark room, a slave was kneeling in front of him stroking his flaccid cork. He had noticed that his length was always limp these days, even when he saw a naked woman, even when Dimitra tried to seduce him a few days ago with her smoking hot body. He was easily aroused, especially by Dimitra's body, but since the incident with the girl, he had been limp. Each time he wants to get himself pleasured the humiliating scene plays out in his head and it always makes him lose interest.

I started to pull on my shorts. "I want only your pussy baby." He French kiss my lips. His hard cock rubbed against my thigh. Jesus. Could I really resist this temptation? He pulled my shorts down again and pushed his fingers on my clit. He rubbed it, "You said you don't want me but your pussy wants me. You are so wet for me baby," "I'm not wet for you. I'm wet for another man," my voice came out all breathy. "Really? But I'm the only man here touching you, ain't I?"

This time he fucked her slower but deeper, grinding against her cervix with every stroke while he reached around and roughly played with her clit and nipples at the same time. “You’re going to cum one more time,” he told her. “And then you’re going to thank me for filling this pussy.” Nina could only moan in response as he used her body exactly how he wanted, long into the night. It was almost 4:00am when Marcus finally stopped. He lay down beside her, his fingers still rubbing her overstimulated clit. It hurt, but she still pushed her hips forward to meet his fingers. "This pussy only stretches for my cock from now on." Marcus growled before shoving his fingers into her.

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.

Twenty-five men. Twenty-five stories. One thing they all have in common is desire. Some men fall for the person they were never supposed to want. A forbidden crush on a straight boss. A brother's best friend who was always off-limits. A divorce lawyer who becomes far more than a professional. A bodyguard who gets dangerously close to his client. A fake boyfriend who doesn't stay fake for long. A retired adult-film star determined to leave his past behind, until someone recognizes the man he used to be. There are also rivals who can't stand each other, roommates who discover an attraction they never expected, supposedly straight married men whose lives are turned upside