Erotica Men Novels & Stories

I had never been a newbie in the art of lovemaking and I wasn’t innocent with porn too—having worked with mostly men in my life in the military and catching them watch porn magazines and videos in secret, so I knew what a man’s appendage for sex looked like. And Eros, well, his was huge. His was...how do I say it...an alpha meat. The feel of him against my folds took me by surprise. He was so full, so long, I felt like a witch riding a special broom with a premium vibrator on. His length hit every spot of my arousal, sending me further up into my peak. I was delirious. I was on a high and this all happened even without being penetrated yet. Fuck. And now, it was one future I certainly antici

But she just didn’t trust men anymore. She talked a good game, at least to Rhonda, making suggestive remarks, commenting on men; as if she were a tiger on the prowl, and those men were prey. But it was all a front. She was scared to death to think about dating again ... about exposing herself to a man’s control ... and wrath. She had purchased what she called her “perfect man”, a seven inch dildo that only Rhonda knew she owned. She had used it for over five years, but lately, it had lost some of its appeal.

There must be a lot of inappropriate videos on this laptop. No problem, he’s a man. So, it’s normal for a man to conclude nasty videos. I was wondering, did Eros also have nasty videos on his laptop? Happy Reading

She watched different movies which inspire her imagination on how a daddy fucked her step- daughter’s pussy and that encouraged her to think of her step-dad for sexy-hot-dinner. James watched erotica grew older but never thinks of laying nude on her, let alone fucking her young fucky. Sometimes he admires her young body and remembered how he used to play with nude young girls in the beach park. On a Tuesday morning, Retica woke-up without knowing what to think for a moment. Whether to consider clubbing and inviting more guys who really wish to pay for a wild-cam performance or to stay at home and expect her formal client to reappear with their usual crazy demands. “I want to see your pussy,

she challenged him. The man chuckled lightly. “I heard that the more adamantly someone refuses, the more they secretly hope to capture the other person's attention.” Colin leaned closer, his handsome face carrying a playful expression. He flicked his tongue against his cheek. “Miss. Taylor, I offer my services free of charge.” Eranthe felt like spitting out fish bones at him. Then she heard him calmly say, “Because I know every part of your body like the back of my hand. I know better than anyone else how to make you feel pleasure, how to make you scream the loudest.”

She smiled and ended 'I do sound it don't I? Julia rarely smiled, at least not at work, but when she did it lit up the entire room. 'A bit,' I conceded, 'seriously though. Have you ever read any erotica?' 'No. I just don't like all that foul language.' 'Eroticism is in the mind,' I argued, 'you don't need bad language to be erotic but equally the language of love, however crude, is nearly always erotic to some. Look I've just finished reading a story that I think you'll like. Why don't you read that and then decide?'

I act so well, moan so good while having sex with my ex, Daniel. He did his best, I couldn’t break his confidence. I deserved an Oscar, I know that. He brags about how good he makes me feel. We dated for 1 year and 3 months, I couldn’t keep up with being with him since I couldn’t get satisfied by him. I didn’t like the idea of cheating on him, so I try to enjoy everything he does. The foreplay, the moments, the looks. They all go so well until he is in and starts doing what he does worst. Then he goes on saying “Call me daddy, you little slut” for someone I’m acting up for.

The old man entered, followed by two men. "Victor," the man called as he walked over to him. "I will give you full freedom, but you must impregnate those five women." "I don't get aroused when they are hyper," he said. "I would rather fuck a dead woman." "So, that's your fetish?" the man on the left asked. "None of them arouse me," he said straightforwardly. They already knew that he wouldn't get aroused by them. They thought he had sexual dysfunction and that it would be hard for them to continue their experiment.

Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs. Professor Kane pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop. He stroked himself fast, aiming at her open lips. “I’m close.” Sara kept her mouth open and tongue out, looking up at him. A few more strokes and he came with a deep groan. Thick ropes of cum landed on her tongue and across her lips. Some dripped down to her chin. The taste was bitter and salty, but she swallowed what landed in her mouth, then licked her lips clean.

Then he flipped me onto my back, buried his head between my thighs again, and continued even more vigorously. There are eaters… and then there are FEASTERS. This man was a feaster. I was moaning to a level that actually brought tears to my eyes. My body was super ready for him. I wanted to give this guy the ride of his life. But just as I reached for him, his phone started ringing again. HELL FUCK NO. We are not picking that! I looked at him. He looked at me. We both ignored it. Yasss! That’s my man.