Gay Nifty Stories Novels & Stories

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.

My stomach flipped. “Holy shit, Caleb…” I whispered. He stirred behind me, voice rough with sleep. “What?” “We made eight hundred and forty dollars overnight. Just from the two videos. The comments are insane.” He sat up quickly, sheets pooling around his hips, cock half-hard against his thigh. I turned the screen toward him. Top comment: “Finally some real step-sibling content that doesn’t look fake. Need Part 3 ASAP.” Another: “The way she moaned ‘stepbrother’ when she came… I’m ruined.”

He didn't pick up his things, he just headed for his bathroom, the office had a bathroom, that's what mansions do, leaving me there, feeling like a used up slut. I was smiling, licking my fingers, and giggling as finally I tasted Daddy's cock, and it was just as I had imagined, but even better. Mom has to forgive me because now I won't be cumming to videos; I'll be cumming to his cock. *** •Author's Note• There's a full still ongoing book of Gerald and Zoe's story; it's titled ‘FUCK ME, DADDY’ erotica but with a thicker plot. You can add it up and follow their story. Oh, and vote, my people. Vote!

"Technically correct, but lacking... depth." I heard Vanessa gasp softly. He never criticized her. Adrian turned his attention back to the front row. To me. "Let's look at it differently," he said softly. He stepped off the platform. He was now standing right in front of my desk. I had to crane my neck to look up at him. "Miss Lin." My heart hammered against my ribs. "Yes, Professor?" "If a person writes a detailed scenario... a dirty, illicit fantasy... creates a world where rules don't exist... is that person guilty of wanting it to happen?"

He stood there right in front of me stroking the bulge in his jeans with one hand while he held the phone camera steady with the other. That cocky smirk never left his face. “Look at the numbers Luna. They are begging for the real thing. You want to hit record earnings tonight or keep playing shy gamer girl while your cunt drips all over the couch?” I glanced at the screen. The donation counter was climbing so fast it made my stomach flip. Messages flooded in. “Fuck yes do it Luna.” “Roommate cock reveal, when?” “Breed her already.” My cheeks burned hotter than ever but my pussy clenched hard at the words making a fresh slick slide down my ass. I hated how much my body wanted it.

“Natalia, what are you doing?” Keiden sighed heavily as she began scrolling through the news on her phone. She took the phone with trembling hands, ignoring Keiden’s protests, and looked up the news story he’d shown her just moments earlier. As she read, her brow furrowed deeper and deeper. **“The Businesswoman with a Reverse Harem,”** read the headline of one article. Another, more direct one, proclaimed: **“Natalia Huntington’s Secret: How to Have Several Men at Your Feet.”**

Then she slid her shorts and panties down her legs, standing completely naked in front of him except for her cute glasses. “You shouldn’t feel guilty about being my first cock, Jackson,” she said softly, her voice turning husky. “I’ve already broken my hymen. I did it with a thick cucumber after watching a p**n video where a girl fucked herself with one. I’ve kept it a secret from all my friends. They still think I’m just the innocent virgin bookworm who only studies and touches herself… but I’ve been addicted to p**n for years, wondering what a real dick would feel like stretching my pussy. Now I want you to be the one to fuck me.”

He groaned and pushed me against the table, hands gripping my hips. “This is a terrible idea,” I gasped between kisses. “Shut up,” he growled, lifting me onto the table. Papers scattered to the floor. He shoved my skirt up roughly and tore my panties down my legs. His fingers found me already wet. “Fuck, you’re soaked. All that fighting gets you hot, doesn’t it?” “Only because I picture choking you,” I lied, reaching for his belt. Nathan laughed darkly and pushed two thick fingers inside me. I moaned loudly, gripping his shoulders. He pumped them fast, thumb pressing on my clit with perfect pressure.

"There's no story." "Oh, I disagree." She waves the polaroid in my face. The image had developed now—Simone's face half-hidden, but my profile is clear. "Damien Adams, tech philanthropist, fucks a stripper raw in a strip club. He calls himself daddy and begs her to cum." She tilts her head. "Your shareholders would love that." I remained unfazed. "This is illegal, whatever you publish would be taken down." "Who said anything about publishing?" She steps back, tucks the Polaroid into her tiny clutch purse. "You know where to find me."

I replied and she smiled again. "No one would ever believe us or our story. That you married me forcefully. We look more romantic than the couples who have done love marriages." She said and giggled. I chuckled hearing her. She was right. No one would ever believe us. Not our future kids and grandkids. No one would believe our Stupid Love Story.