Gay Erotica Fiction Novels & Stories

But my mind kept wandering to Gerald. He could be mad all he wanted, but I knew exactly how to fix it. Last time I sent him nudes, he called me like a madman within minutes. When I went over, he fucked me senseless—every hole, every position. No mercy. The memory still made me wet just thinking about it. I excused myself and locked myself in the bathroom. After digging through my hidden folder, I picked the four hottest pictures, typed a naughty caption: {Text me immediately if you like what you see, pappi}

He always hoped that. She didn’t understand why though. They had established long ago that they didn’t share the same sexual tastes. George was a sadist… his fantasies involved pain, dominance, and extremes she had no interest in… she told him that. Charlotte didn't mind pain in the sense that she liked rough and dirty sex. She liked intensity, passion, and fire. And yes, she had forbidden fantasies tucked away in her mind… things that could be done to her… But she didn’t want them with George.

In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there. Of course she didn't. Maureen could still refrain from acting like a bitch in front of a man who didn't know much about her. "It's not the scene you need to highlight, but the story pattern they use," Ben explained, "Almost all local eroticism stories have similar bed scenes." Maybe it's the similar reading material. Sometimes there are advertisements for fictional stories that can be read online if you use a free mobile app, and most of them have the same crotch story.

“Yes! Fill Mommy’s womb again. Get me pregnant with your hot seed. I want to carry your baby while Jake has no idea what his friend has been doing to me.” Her filthy breeding talk ignited something primal in me. I fucked her even harder, the wet slapping sounds filling the enclosure. I slid two fingers into her mouth, letting her suck them sloppy and wet, then pressed one thick finger against her tight asshole. I circled it slowly while still hammering her pussy with long, powerful strokes. Elena gasped. “Put it in, baby. Finger Mommy’s ass while you stretch my cunt. I need it all.” I pushed my finger knuckle-deep inside her. She clenched hard around both my cock and finger. I pumped the fin

**This story features reluctance and non-consent as well as sex between a stepfather and his daughter. It is rough and hard and deeply unrealistic. This is fiction and only fiction, every fictional character is over eighteen and it should be read as fantasy, entirely unrelated to anything remotely acceptable in the real world. Nothing about this is okay, but it is hot to read fictional characters experiencing it. Apparently I am procrastinating my real life by writing far too many pieces of erotica about far too many different characters. Enjoy.**

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The steam swirled around us, the heat was suffocating, and the pleasure was blinding. I leaned forward, biting the nape of her neck, licking the water off her skin. She reached back, her nails digging into my ass, urging me deeper, harder, faster. "Cum inside me again," she begged. "Fill me up with your cousin juice. Make me pregnant, Alex." The dirty talk, the absolute taboo of it, snapped the last thread of my sanity. The idea of breeding her, of leaving a permanent mark of our sin, sent me over the edge.

Pete groaned as William grabbed the nape of his neck and stared lustfully into his eyes. “You hear me? This hole belongs to me now.” “Yes—yes! Yours—fuck—yours!” William moaned. The bathroom was filled with the slick sound of skin against skin, muffled groans and their heavy breathing. Pete reached and grabbed William’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts, fast and rough. “Come for me,” Pete growled. “Do it, ballet boy.” And William did. Biting his forearm to keep from screaming, his body convulsing around Pete’s cock so tight it nearly dragged Pete over the edge with him.

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

“Bent over and fucked like a common whore in the back room of my own club. Your tight little American cunt is still dripping my cum. Does the FBI teach their agents to come so hard around a bratva cock?” I opened my mouth to deny it, to salvage some shred of my cover, but the words died in my throat when he slid two thick fingers back between my legs and pushed them deep into my cum-filled pussy. He curled them slowly, stirring his seed inside me and making wet, squelching sounds that filled the quiet room. My hips jerked involuntarily, a broken moan escaping my lips as fresh sparks of pleasure shot through my oversensitive walls.