Gay Fantasy Romance Novels & Stories

“The title was Taming Sunrise. The story is about twins whose bond was tested when a man named Caleb entered the picture. Dawn, the heroine was a man-hater while Caleb was a girl magnet. These two who has an opposite personality has to cease fire to help the other twin – Dusk with her role. This book is filled with humor, romance and… spicy scenes so I do not recommend it to our young readers.” “I think I have a new book to hunt.” She chuckled. “Now, you mentioned the High School Love Affair earlier which was released last month, it was astonishing to see the progress of your book. It was immediately labeled as sold out in bookstores and was announced as bestseller worldwide. What do you fee

he laughs "Aww poor gay Kaine wishes he had a boyfriend," she says in a baby voice mocking Kaine and he wants so bad to yell from the top of his lungs how he and Seth had sex, but he promised he wouldn't "it's ok Kaine you'll get one I mean you're not that ugly"

We stayed in thoughtful silence before I snapped my fingers. “This building has fifty percent female staff and forty percent male staff. Within the fifty; thirty percent are married, ten percent are younger than you and the other ten percent are interns, which would not make sense. Men in the building are sort of single.” Anthony chuckled. “Babe, I'm not gay.” I gulped. I was never going to be used to Anthony calling me babe or baby randomly. He always used it without any attachments but I received it with attachments.

Sorry for what my family said. "I don't mind and besides I would love to date a handsome guy like you. " He replied which left me dumbfounded. I looked at him and asked him "Are you gay?" "Only for you. " He replied. I don't know but his words felt like as if he was flirting with me. I stayed silent but then decided to make it cleaf because I don't want any misunderstandings. I know that he is attractive and my type. I would love to go out with him ona date but if he staright I would not overstep my boundaries but if he feels the same as me and is comfortable hanging out with me then it is okay for me. And we have plenty of time to get to know each other and if he has some bad Intentions tow

“Is there a reason you’re talking to me, or are you just bored of hearing your own voice?” Camille chuckled, amused by the jab. “Oh, I’m just being… helpful. You should know men like Damien don’t do forever. They play, they get bored, they move on. Especially when they weren’t the ones who started the game.” Serena frowned. “What game?”

My head tipped back, a quiet whimper escaping my lips before I could stop it. “Eyes open,” he said, his tone rougher now. “I want you to watch yourself fall apart.” Then his hand trailed lower, sliding beneath the waistband of my pants. My stomach clenched. His fingers dipped between my folds that were already slick, and he groaned like he’d been waiting for this all night. “Fuck, you’re wet already,” he said, his grin curling against my throat. “That text did its job, huh?” I choked on a sound, my face burning. He didn’t give me time to answer before two of his fingers slid inside me, stretching me, pushing in deep before dragging back out. The noise was obscene, it was slick, wet and echoe

I lay there gasping, a sheen of sweat coating my skin, aftershocks of pleasure making me tremble. “Mmmm!” I moaned in satisfied exhaustion, slowly withdrawing my fingers once again, putting them in my mouth, swirling them with my tongue. “I love it, Daddy! I love the taste of my pussy on your cock, after you have just cum in me!” I lay there for a good long time, just reveling in how it felt. But the longer I laid there, the more the guilt started creeping up on me again, now that I was no longer touching myself anymore. I tried my best to shut it all away. It was just a fantasy, I told myself over and over again. It didn't actually mean anything. It was just a dirty, forbidden dream... one

I’m soaked through. Other men on the app tried. I saw endless dick pics, grainy videos of stroking, crude demands to “show titty nun.” None of them did this. None made my body betray me so completely. Only his words. Only the promise of his voice growling in my ear, only the fantasy of his thick huge cock splitting me open while I sobbed prayers into his neck. I wonder what his dick looks like. Thick? Veined? Curved just enough to hit that spot inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyes? I wonder how his come would feel painting my scar, beautifying my face, marking it as his instead of a surgeon’s mistake.

The chaos of the gala fueled it, every gasp and flash replaying while I fucked him deep. “Harder,” he panted, grinding down. I flipped us best I could in the tight space, pinning him beneath me on the seat. Thrusts turned punishing, raw. His legs wrapped around me. We came together shuddering, messy and loud, bodies trembling in the aftermath. I stayed buried in him a minute, catching my breath. The city hummed outside. Everything had fallen apart and pieced back weird. “I think I can get used to being gay,” I said, voice rough but real.

“Never like this… Your cock feels so good between my tits.” Jax’s hips moved faster, more urgent. His thick shaft glided through the slick valley of my cleavage, making my heavy breasts jiggle and bounce heavily with every thrust. The sound of skin against skin filled the bedroom. “That’s right,” he growled, voice rough with pleasure. “These tits belong to me now. Every time you wear this dress tonight, you’re going to remember my cock fucking them while your husband stands right next to you.” I whimpered in response, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock whenever I could reach it. “Please, Sir… cum on them. Mark me before the gala.”