Gay Sci Fi Books Novels & Stories

NATALIE'S POV The garage beneath our apartment building was dim and quiet, the kind of late-night hush that made every small sound feel louder than it should. I sat behind the wheel of my car, the engine still ticking as it cooled down. My heart was pounding hard, and the short drive home from the bar had done nothing to calm the fire that had been building between my legs all night. The stranger’s words kept looping in my head, low and filthy, whispered right against my ear while we waited for drinks: “I’d bend you over right here if I could, pretty girl.”

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.

Along with the usual suspects, he found a book with two anime guys kissing on the cover. "That's my sisters," Kiaan blurted, grabbing the book. "Girls like that to read that sort of thing?" Sammy asked. "Most of those things are written by women for women, hence why they are so sickeningly romantic," Caine input, momentarily turning away from his work at the computer. Sammy smiled, unsure of how to respond to that. Were gay relationships typically less romantic than straight ones? He hoped not. The idea of just jumping straight into bed with the first guy he met scared him on so many levels. He wanted to go through the flirty beginnings and the dating phase.

Angelo raises his hands before the male teacher finish what he said, so hepless, he pointed at where Angelo is and instructed for the boy to stand up to answer the question. “The classic elements of a science fiction novel include: Time travel. Teleportation. Mind control, telepathy, and telekinesis, Aliens, extraterrestrial lifeforms, and mutants. Space travel and exploration. Interplanetary warfare. Parallel universes. Fictional worlds. That’s all” Angelo said his answer and didn't wait for the male teacher to give him permission to sit as he already sat down back again to his seat, the smell of gun powder a while ago that disappeared once again resurfaced on the air as Demetria looked at

She was suddenly aware of how shabby her jeans and simple sweater looked in this opulent space. "It's okay. Call me Damon." He gestured to the leather sofa. Ara sat, clutching her bag like a shield. Damon remained standing, studying her. “I’ve read every book you’ve written,” he stated. “All twenty-three. Your imagination is… exceptional. Filthy. Creative. It's a shame you've landed in this current situation.” Hearing a stranger acknowledge her erotic work so bluntly made her stomach twist.

I washed my cock off so that she wouldn't get the scent of my mistress and I cuddled up next to my wife and let my pup's heartbeat null me to sleep. ****** To Be Continued........... Toffe: The Daring Delta (The Hybrid Series) Book 5

I can't count how many masturbation I've had in his name not until luck smiled on me one night, Eric was sitting on his bed, flipping through the pages of a p**n magazine. He discreetly had his hand on the growing bulge in his skimpy little boxer and I was lying in my bed, copying some notes. Looking at him turns me on so much that I failed to hide my own burgeoning hard-on as I pinned the pen on my note trying to act like I wasn't looking. It was around 1 am, everywhere was silent then Gabriel put down his magazine and announced he was going to sleep. He asked if I could turn off the light, and I giggled, sensing what he was about to do. To rub himself off probably.

Sanctum of Flesh, Citadel of Eldros The doors sealed behind Lies with a heavy, moaning groan of ancient stone making her flinch. The sanctum pulsed with heat and silence—a silence thick enough to wrap around her thighs and crawl up between them. It wasn't just warm. The air was humid, saturated with something older than scent: magic steeped in lust, pressure, hunger. The walls themselves dripped faintly with condensation, like the stone was sweating in anticipation.

She crossed her arms over them instinctively. Kai’s gaze darkened for a moment before he looked away. “Come here,” he said, voice low and rough. He pulled her against his bare chest. The instant their skin touched, both of them inhaled sharply. Lila’s soft, full breasts pressed firmly against his hard, warm muscles. Her hard nipples brushed his skin with every breath she took. “Fuck…” Kai muttered under his breath, his large hand stroking slowly up and down her bare back. Lila pressed closer, seeking more heat. Her face nestled into the crook of his neck. His scent — clean sweat, woodsmoke, and pure masculine heat — made her dizzy. Her bare thigh slid between his legs, brushing against the g

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne