Gay Romance Sex Novels & Stories

The man bent gently, then spoke closely into her ear, whose cheeks flushed as Jaxon indicated what offer they would take. “I heard that playing in the car is good for your heart, and... you know, Timothy says the Doggy Style is really popular these days. Do you want to take a chance? What about missionary? I also bought a Kamasutra book for us to read and practice with. There is no need to be worried. You won’t become pregnant quickly if you drink lemon juice and rose tea,” Jaxon said solemnly, prompting Mia to freeze and lock her lips as her eyelashes fluttered. She couldn’t think of anything to say.

“nothing about what we just did was remotely just sex.” “I’m confused,” Sara said. “Sara, there are different types of sex. Three mostly. There is the first, which is the quick hook up. That is normally a one-time thing, and you never see the person again. More times than not, you don’t really know them either. The second is the sex that is just that. It is good and all that, but it will never really lead anywhere. It is good for some couples, but they know it will never be anything more than that in the long run. Thirdly there is the sex that leads to something. It isn’t really about the sex then either. It is the whole package. That is the one you know is special. The one you want to do ev

I have to get out of here before they marry me off. “B, you have to let us set you up. Look how happy I and my snuggle bunny are.” “Good for you, but I like my big empty bed with no man in it, so I’m not interested.” “B, come on….” “Love you, G.” I hurry towards the door before she can say another word. I have tried the men she wants me to date; their idea of kinky sex ended with some slap on my ass and eating my vagina. That kind of sex puts me to sleep. The kind of sex I wanted was... like last night. I slip into my car and sigh; what would Mr. Caputo do if he knew it was me? Would he want to have sex with me again?

"Wait..I never asked you to be gay" "Well,that's what I'm gonna be. Gay" Scott said excitedly. "You can't just decide to be gay, can you even like a boy. You find it hard to like anybody. Then a boy? I'm in no mood for jokes" Jackson said as he poured himself another glass. "Ohh.. Jackson,dare me" Scott said determined. "Okay, we'll do it like this. I'll set you up with a gay friend of mine. You guys will met up at the hotel tomorrow night. Are you still up for the task?" Jackson smirked.

I did. Our eyes didn’t miss contact while he kept sliding in and out of me very slowly. The pleasure had me moaning out his name non-stop, and I begged him to go further. Finally breaking the eye contact, he leaned on me and hastened the pace of his thrust. He nibbled at the sensitive spot on my neck that would leave hickeys. He locked our hands and thrust faster and more profoundly. I love this feeling. Our arousal filled the atmosphere, and it smelled enticing. Gael chuckled, slowing his pace, but his strokes were deep and manly. I guess he could smell our arousal, too. All of a sudden, he slammed his cock into me; I gripped the sheet tightly and let out a sound that I didn't think I was c

I scowl, a little, thinking about it, and Luca grins at me, lifting a hand and brushing his thumb over my frowning lip like he loves the shape of it. “Sometimes,” he murmurs, “sex is just about two people who are attracted to each other getting naked and doing really weird things to each other’s bodies.” I burst into laughter then, my head tilting back on my neck. Luca laughs with me, I can feel his body vibrating against mine. “Luca!” I gasp. “That is the least romantic thing I’ve ever heard!”

Even though I love thrillers, romantic things like that are surely every woman’s dream, right? “You and your husband are the same,” Mariyam joked. “Me?” I chuckled softly. “I don’t know, maybe.” I wasn’t even sure how to answer. What if the romance they meant was different from the romance Miron meant? When my body experienced an orgasm, it was thanks to Miron’s punishment. Then, he gave me a pasca-sex treatment that probably no other woman would ever get. Isn’t that a form of romance? Like dark romance? “Aren’t you and Sir Miron going on dates like that on a cruise ship, too?” Mariyam’s tone sounded certain.

“Gonna breed you so full you’ll be leaking my cum all the way back to your dorm. Everyone’s gonna wonder why the quiet swimmer is walking funny tomorrow.” He pulled out suddenly, spinning Alex around to face him. Water streamed down Jax’s chiseled face as he lifted one of the freshman’s legs, hooking it over his hip, and drove back inside. The new angle was even deeper. Alex’s back arched, mouth open in a silent cry as Jax fucked up into him with short, brutal strokes. Their faces were inches apart. Jax stared directly into his eyes, drinking in every expression of submission. “Kiss me while I wreck you,” he demanded.

༺RAYNE༻ Our fake honeymoon in Paris started off as nothing but plain, boring and uneventful—well, except for the little 'trouble' Genevieve caused. But then it turned into something out of a damn erotic novel, with Liam and I fucking in every corner of the city. Did I say erotic novel? Scratch that. It's literally a freaking p**n movie, minus the flaky plot and terrible acting, of course. It turns out that Liam was just as sexually starved as I was, which I wouldn't have believed had he not been fucking me like a jackrabbit on steroids, in every position imaginable—against walls, on tables, in alley and even in a freaking fountain!

Letting them be open and empowered by their sexuality, rather than ashamed of kinky shit that vanilla lovers can’t accept. Rourke’s holding me, rather than the bright-eyed beauty connecting us in her satin sleeve. The intensity of the kiss, making me wonder if we’ll go there. The feeling is…. Intimate..... Our tongues clash in one of the most heated make out sessions I ever remember having. Gods, it shouldn’t be possible, and still here she is, with her cum leaking down my sac like a faucet, whining for us to go harder. We’re already making smacking sounds, broaching the pace of fiend packing newports in a nic fit, but she’s greedy, and I love it.