Gay Erotic Lit Novels & Stories

“Now ruin it.” He withdrew until just the tip remained, then slammed back in. A brutal, punishing thrust. Leila screamed, her nails digging into the leather. He set a relentless, rough pace, each drive a claim, each withdrawal a tease. The slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, a lewd percussion to their choked moans and filthy talk. “You like this?” he grunted, pistoning into her. “You like getting your ass fucked by a gay man?” “I love it!” she shrieked, pushing back against him. “Your cock is so deep! I can feel it in my guts!”

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?'

She was dripping wet, her lips swollen and shiny with her juices. “Fuck, look at you,” he said. His fingers ran along her slit, spreading the wetness. “You’ve been like this the whole class, haven’t you?” “Yes,” she breathed. “I was so horny… I couldn’t stop thinking about your mouth on me.” He pushed two fingers inside her without warning. Sara gasped at the sudden stretch. Her pussy was so wet that his fingers slid in easily, making a loud, wet sound. He pumped them fast, curling them to hit her g-spot. Pleasure shot through her body. Her legs trembled, and she gripped the edge of the desk tighter.

He thrust up harder, the iron-hard length of his cock slammed into her again and again, hitting that perfect spot deep inside. Wet, filthy sounds filled the back of the limo; the squelch of her soaked pussy, the slap of her ass against his thighs, their ragged breathing. The driver never looked back, but he was listening to everything and the knowledge sent another rush of heat through Amara’s body. Her pussy gushed around Roman’s cock, making everything even wetter. Roman tightened his grip on her throat and pulled her down harder onto his cock. “That’s it. Let the driver hear how much you love getting fucked in the back of this car. Let him hear you moaning my name while your husband’s cli

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.

I gag and retch, throat convulsing around her, but I don’t pull back, instead, I push forward, taking another inch until my airway is completely blocked and my vision sparks. “Good fucking girl.” Lira snarls, voice breaking into a moan as she grinds deep, holding my face flush against her. “Look at you. Choking on demon cock in the school bathroom like a desperate little cum rag. Your pussy is dripping all over the floor, isn’t it?” She moans, and she’s not wrong. I can feel fresh gushes of my own arousal sliding down my thighs. My clit is swollen and aching, throbbing in time with every throat-fucking thrust.

Ryder wasn't just using his tongue, he was conducting a symphony of filth against her nerve endings. They were buried deep under the thick, weighted duvet, a private cavern that smelled of sweat, salt, and the heavy, metallic musk of her own relentless arousal. The heat was stifling, the oxygen thin, but Ruth-Ann didn't care. She felt like a goddess atop a throne of sin, her body vibrating with a raw, electric hunger that five hours of climaxing hadn't even begun to sate.

Lyssa sobbed. “I’m—gods, I’m so fucking close—please, please, fill me, I need it, I need it so bad—” Ezryn leaned forward, mouth to her ear, voice pure venom wrapped in velvet. “You’ll take our seed in both your holes like the sacred little cum-dump you’ve become. And you’ll beg for more. Even when your cunt’s dripping and your ass is leaking, you’ll still want more.”

The whole day had been hectic. I took out a bottle of wine and poured myself some. I dropped onto the cushions, remote in hand, and flicked on the TV. Mindless noise to fill the silence. I scrolled through channels, news, reruns, some late night talk shows until I landed on a movie. One of those erotic thrillers, the kind with dim lighting and heavy breathing. I almost changed it, but the scene caught me. A woman alone in a lavish room, silk robe slipping off her shoulder, her hand trailing down her body as soft music swelled.

Attached to a rope chain, it hung in the valley between Callista's large breasts. Since she had begun to explore her new sexual freedom after almost twenty years of marriage, Gabrielle had developed no small fascination with both alternate lifestyles and sexual adventures. So far, having spent the night with a man almost young enough to be her son had been the most daring of her erotic adventures. That fascination had extended to lesbianism and bisexuality, two subjects which were barely discussed the last time she was single. So far, her interests in the topics hadn't extended beyond the theoretical. Not including of course, her active imagination. An imagination that Gabrielle was sure at