Erotica Men Novels & Stories

Not happening. I gave up instantly. If I was destined to die here, I might as well go out fulfilling my greatest wish— to turn this bleak world into one giant pleasure heaven. Doesn’t matter if it’s hot or cold—I’ll make it steamy. And honestly, even with his face hidden behind that swirling black mist, the boss’s broad shoulders, narrow waist, and deep, magnetic voice were dead giveaways. The guy was built. Lust makes cowards bold. So without thinking, I said, “I’ll take shortness of breath, trembling legs, glazed eyes, and… pleasure so intense I die from it.”

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.

A painful bulge grew slowly between his thighs, followed by a pooling drool as his cock oozed precum even without being fully aroused. The client lowered himself to Jace’s level, his lips slightly brushing his earlobe while his hot breath hovered above a certain spot on his neck, slowly entrancing Jace. “You know…” he began, his voice deep and gravelly with sin and raw desire. “It’s the first time you’ve looked this long.” Then, he nibbled on his earlobe, blowing hot air into it as his firm grip held Jace in place. Jace’s cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants, his head turning light as the client threatened to drown him in pleasure.

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”

NB: This story contains mature themes of erotic sex and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. Enjoy. >>>> I love pornography. I regularly d******d videos and pictures from the Internet and love reading erotic stories. I am particularly drawn to pictures of black women with their chocolate brown skin, nearly black nipples and velvety pubic hair. I am a white male in my thirties and have never been with a black woman. I've been married for about ten years and my wife and I enjoy an adventurous sex life. She gets turned on watching x-rated movies and reading erotica as much as I do, but doesn't understand my fascination with dark skinned women.

Closely so. As the waves swept close, Marcus reached down and flicked his nipple, pinching hard enough to bring his release faster. Jeremy pulled out the cock and dropped a glob of his saliva on the thick length, massaging it into the veins as he got to his feet. “What are you doing?” Marcus asked, narrowing his hazy eyes. “I want you to fuck me,” Jeremy said, turning around and guiding Marcus’s hand to his hips, “hard. So when I got out there and meet my wife, your cock and the way it feels inside me, is what I think about.”

Being worshiped and pleasured by three sexy as hell men. After sucking my sensitive and throbbing clit, Ethan held my head and turned it to his side of the bed before slipping his own throbbing cock into my mouth. He was perhaps the most vocal of all the men on this night, as he peppered me with dirty words and erotic questions. Asking me if I was a slut and if I liked being used as a whore, strangely enough I found this degrading talk aroused me further, and I played along with him answering every question and degrading thing he had to say.

Ericka misses Darwin's touch that night while she is alone with her kids. “While our two small children play outside the bedroom, he likes to frequently caress and lick every part of my body and check it with kisses. When making a passionate, romantic love offering, he is very aggressive. I teach my children to play outside and watch television first so that their father will enjoys sex with me because I miss his touch as well.” Ericka frequently seizes the opportunity to stay with him in order to satiate his erotic cravings and stop looking for other women to have sex with when he is gone from her.

My nails gently pressed his also heated skin, and Dennis let out a trembling sigh. There was a time when he asked me to suck him while his father was between my tits. He said that Spanish was the best sexual art for voluptuous women and partners with big penises. I had to agree. But nothing replaced the conventional blowjob. Especially when we were both so ready to cum without even touching each other. It was also the best way for me to focus on his reactions.

As if I needed any more distractions in my life, now I had to deal with men walking around in gray sweatpants making me question everything I thought I knew about myself. I couldn't describe how many times I fantasized about this man. I used to imagine myself as the damsel being claimed by the main male character whenever I read an erotica, particularly a Viking one while laying in bed and stimulating myself with two fingers on my clit and Sebastian's face would flash before my eyes whenever I came undone.