Erotica Men Novels & Stories

he muttered, voice rough now, “I’m about to introduce a new fetish into your life.” He held it out in front of my face, close enough that I could see the thick vein along the underside and the way the head was already glistening. The size of it made my stomach tighten. I didn’t look away.

The men took their seats around me, looking every bit the professional executives. “Gentlemen,” Langford said smoothly, “and Miss Voss. Let’s see those projections.” I began presenting, voice shaky around the gag but somehow professional. Under the table, all hell broke loose. Zane dropped to his knees first, spreading my thighs wider and sucking my electro-padded clit into his mouth while Jax ramped the vibrations on the dildo. Damien and Rafe took turns tugging the nipple chains, making my tits ache deliciously. Julian filmed discreetly from the side, capturing every hidden twitch.

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.”

I was traveling thousands of miles, leaving my oblivious wife at home, to fuck a young girl I had met online because she enjoyed the stories I wrote. If you asked me why I started writing and publishing erotica on Literotica, I do not believe I could give you a full and satisfactory answer. I had been reading the site for some years, had an idea for a story that I wrote out and, after a very short time hemming and hawing, published it.

“It’s been…what, fourteen days? And every morning I wake up and realize I slept with my ex-boyfriend’s elder brother. Not just that, I had angry, vengeful, phenomenal sex with him!” “He must have made your toes curl if you describe it as that.” She turns on a vibrator shaped like a lipstick, making a comment about needing a new one. Then she turns to me. “You’ve never for once called sex with Colt phenomenal.” I nearly hurl the brain ball at her. “Stop joking around with my predicament. It’s wrong! It’s a violation of like, five different morality codes!” Emma, still completely unfazed, holds up two bottles of creamy liquid. “Which lube should I get? Strawberry or peppermint?”

The way he’d kissed and touched me, yeah… no pulsating stick of plastic could ever replicate that. “Mmm, honey.” Tyla shook her head and waggled a finger. “You obviously haven’t been with the right guys if you think that way.” “A vibrator can’t kiss you as if you’re the air they breathe,” Sasha added dreamily. True that. Colton’s mouth had been pretty damn magical. And so had his hands. “A vibrator can’t pick you up and push you against a wall before—”

Long legs, curvy arms, not to mention thin lips decorated with red lipstick Atma's naughty mind wandered, imagining how erotic the woman would be when she was on top of him. “Tsk!” Atma chuckled when he realized he had imagined the wrong thing. Atma admits that he is not a holy man; his nightlife is even more scary. Hasn't that already been said? If the man named Adhyatma Mahavis is famous for his gallantry, which can melt women, With just one blink, two or three women who are willing to accompany him to sleep can sway wildly and fulfill their lustful desires.

He mustered all his courage to retort, “My cock is not tiny.” #steamy #forbidenromance #alphafemale #seduction #omega #primaldesire #hardcore #agegap #olderwomanxyoungerman #surrender Always read tags. So you can skip if the themes are not to your taste. *** Maya groans softly. She rubs her thighs together as she stares at the full moon from her luxurious bed.

My breath hitched. I nearly dropped the phone. Alora chatted for another minute about her evening, completely oblivious, while her husband fucked me on their expensive dining table. By the time she said goodnight, I was shaking, teetering on the edge of another orgasm. The second the call ended, Derick snatched the phone from my hand and tossed it aside. “Good girl,” he growled, slamming into me hard now. “Keeping quiet while I fuck this greedy little pussy on the phone with my wife. You’re going to be such a perfect slut for me.”

At that time, some middle-aged politicians with white hair, had well-formed and defined bellies for their age, but even so, they were sexually impotent or erectile dysfunction, everything there could be solved with some help from some succubae and incubi, the magic that was directed to these men, who by scientific means would end up having heart attacks in the middle of the sex session. Even if he forgot the fright he had taken; the fright of giving it to him. Already calmer, with a lot of petroleum jelly, he penetrated my butt. I felt an immense joy in giving him that pleasure, because he well deserved it, because of the great friend he had been for about a year. But that was exactly the po