Gay Magic Books Novels & Stories

“Not my thing.” Look, some guys got off on power dynamics and age gaps. While I didn’t mind the decade between us, I wasn’t about to fetishize it like some creepy professor fantasy. “You made the connection in the first place.” “That’s because I have a dirty mind. Doesn’t mean I want to roleplay it.” “Exactly.” She dumped her bag on my sofa and began extracting what looked like a unicorn threw up all over a Staples catalog. Pastel project books, color-coordinated pens, page flags in every shade of the rainbow. “Now show me the books.”

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult stuff, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4)Danika Williams

If he heard or read something or saw it, he knew it. His second geeky habit was he read a lot. Gio had the unfortunate distinction, since the eighth-grade end of the year awards ceremony, of being the only student in the history of his school to have officially read every book in the school library. That was how he knew so much about sex and pleasing a woman. In a forgotten section of the library, he'd found a book he stole. The book was an old religious training book for engaged men called "The Act of Marriage." It was a book a pastor had written explaining how to sexually please a young groom's new wife, complete with drawings and diagrams. Gio had read that book cover to cover at least 50

I came over and over for a long time, with my face still in T's soft crotch and stomach. It was over, so intense… J's big beautiful meat was limp now and he slid out of my ass. Afterwards I got on my knees and kept sucking off T. He masterbated when he was close, stuck his cock back in my mouth and filled it up with his hot cum. I swallowed all that. We all felt so nice getting dressed and walking back to our vehicles. It felt like I was enjoying some kind of special secret doing this, something that only gay guys get to do.

My Gay Dad. “Get out of my house and get out of my life. I don't need you anymore. You have ruined my life, you beach". Amelia Choley screamed at the top of her voice as she pushed her husband out of her one room apartment. “You're the worst thing that has ever happened to me. You came into my life, have nothing to offer and destroyed the little I have. You're a liar, a gay and a devil. Only demons practice gay”. Amelia said, still in anger and shouting at the top of her voice. She has a tiny but loud voice and this time around she screams so loud in frustration.

I turn around to meet his chest, and naughtily grabs his balls, "They're soft too." He groans when I cup them, "Don't do it. I still want kids." I ignore his warning and let them roll on my palm, just playing with them like they're two big marbles, "Gay dads are so hot." "Yeah?" "The whole thing about being masculine and sexy but you can't get your hands on them, or the fact they'll never be interested in you, makes them soooo much hotter." Then I realise he's semi-hard, again. But this time I'm not wearing make up, or have my hair curled, not even putting on the corset or fuck-me heels so what gives?

Today is April 1st popular my known as April fool, but I can't fool you, Diary. Often I have thrown around the idea that I might be homosexual. As is to be expected at my age, I was becoming very curious. I began my exploration by watching gay p**n and reading gay erotica. It got me off, but never as easy as heterosexual material did. Still, I kept going, often exploring my ass with lubed fingers, or a smooth object. I found that orgasms while stimulating my ass were fantastic. It was from this discovery that I formulated this fantasy. It involves a friend of Marcus.

Sasha lowered her pussy onto Abegail’s waiting mouth. Abegail’s world narrowed to sensations. The weight of Sasha on her face, the taste of her on her tongue. The relentless, pounding drive of Kael’s cock splitting her open, hitting a spot deep inside that made her see stars. The slap of Leo’s balls against her chin. She was a vessel for their pleasure, and in turn, her own pleasure spiraled higher, coiling tighter than before.

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

“You looked like the world was ending.” “It felt like it.” My hands moved down his chest, exploring. “Your turn.” He kissed my forehead, then my temple. “I almost quit last year. Burned out. The quiet gets heavy sometimes. But then this girl kept showing up, asking smart questions about old manuscripts. Made the days better.” “Me?” I asked, smiling. “You.” His lips found mine again. This kiss had heat behind it. His tongue brushed mine, and I melted into him. My back hit the bookshelf gently. A few books shifted but didn’t fall.