Gay Historical Romance Novels Novels & Stories

After having come out as gay, I lost many of my friends and I was finally starting to gain some new ones. I was 21 and I felt like I had the word ahead of me. Living in the south I had always hunted and I had recently joined a new hunting club and met a friend there named Billy. Billy was a larger guy very woods type longer hair bigger gut, a married man with a passion for hunting. We just seemed to click not sure why we had a 12 year age difference but we were friends .

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

I said irritably. "Yeah, I feel you!" He agrees. "We're still young, but they seem to be in a hurry to get us married to just anyone." He added. "They don't understand that we are not ready for such things and you are even more so," I said then just sighed. Will this best friend of mine be willing to marry a woman? He's gay so obviously, he likes men. "They believe that this kind of setup will work, because they already experienced this, and agreed to marry each other."

“The new Don of that mafia family seems even more ruthless than his father. He'd swallowed up quite a few old-school clans in the past year.” “He wants their power,” I replied calmly and emotionlessly. When I met Luke's worried gaze, I smiled at him. “Let's not talk about him. It's all in the past now.” Luke did not say anything more. He just held my hand, gently and firmly. The sun shone on his body and the blueprint before me. This was our new hotel and our future together — a life no longer built on lies and betrayal, but a bright future completely within my grasp.

"Anyway, I was kissing her all over, teasing her hard nipples and just getting her hotter and hotter when I thought I'd just see how she would respond. I kissed down her stomach and nuzzled my face in her thick bush. Helen didn't trim her pubic hair like women do nowadays; she just let it grow naturally. I rubbed my cheeks back and forth against her soft hair, inching my tongue closer to her moist sex." "Before you say anything, married couples didn't use crude terms like cock or pussy back then. It was her sex and his penis. Even the trashy novels I'd find laying around in the barracks said 'her sex' and 'his penis' during the nasty bits." Ellie laughed and lovingly pulled my cock down agai

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Two The Warning Beneath the Suit The morning sun barely filtered through the thin curtains of Evelyn’s kitchen window, casting long strips of pale gold across the old wood floor. She stood barefoot on the chilled boards, coffee in hand, hair unbrushed, shirt borrowed from her late father—faded red plaid hanging off one shoulder—and tried to ignore the storm rising in her gut. Last night’s encounter with Damien Romano had not just left her rattled; it had torn something loose inside her. Something dangerous. The man had stepped onto her land like he belonged, like the dirt itself bent beneath his polished shoes, and then he’d spoken with a calm so soaked in a

I cried out softly, my head rolling back against the gazebo railing as his fingers crept higher, finally stopping right at the edge of the wet lace. "You did mean to," he countered, his voice dropping to a harsh, gritty whisper against my ear. His hot breath sent a fresh wave of moisture pooling between my legs. "You want exactly what you were picturing. You want me to ruin you." Without waiting for me to answer, his long fingers hooked into the damp edge of my lace panties and slid them completely to the side. The cool air hit my bare, dripping skin, but it was instantly replaced by the intense, blistering heat of his hand. He didn’t hesitate. He pressed his flat palm directly against my sw

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

A lump quickly rose in my throat, but I pushed it down with saliva. “So, I stayed away from men until when I went to college. There was this guy who fucked me in his dorm, and I had come so much I thought I could die from everything I was feeling.” I swallowed again. “And I knew in that moment that I was more gay than straight. I have had sexual relations with women before then and it had never felt like that.” I looked up to find him watching me with an unreadable expression sitting on his face, his lips pressed together.

The amount of people that would read gay smut paled when compared to straight. “You aren’t wrong there,” Nocturne replied. “I’m planning to have a small line of LGBTQ+ fiction as well as more mainstream books. It’s been easy to get straight romance and adventure books. The search for good LGBTQ+ authors has been harder. It’s also because I want to read a spicy gay smut novel.” The admission at the end caught Leo off guard. Nocturne had a mischievous gleam in his eye when he said that part.