Gay Sci Fi Books Novels & Stories

He reached out, his fingers brushing her cheek, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. Then, with a gentle but firm grip, he guided her towards a door at the far end of the room. The bedroom was a sanctuary of shadows and silk. Candles flickered, casting dancing shadows on the walls, their scent heady and intoxicating. The bed, a massive four-poster draped in sheer fabric, dominated the room, its promise of pleasure palpable. But it was the table beside the bed that caught Gabby’s attention. Laid out like a macabre still life were an array of sex toys: silk ropes, feathered cuffs, a riding crop, and something that looked like a vibrator, its sleek design both intimidating and intrig

Olson Embers: A Collection of Dark Fiction by Kenneth W. Cain Visions of the Mutant Rain Forest, by Bruce Boston and Robert Frazier Tribulations by Richard Thomas Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast by Jonathan Winn Flowers in a Dumpster by Mark Allan Gunnells The Dark at the End of the Tunnel by Taylor Grant Through a Mirror, Darkly by Kevin Lucia Things Slip Through by Kevin Lucia Where You Live by Gary McMahon Tricks, Mischief and Mayhem by Daniel I. Russell

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The push and pull, the dominance, the audacious defiance of Noah—it was intoxicating, devastating. And when Blackwell finally came, groaning Noah’s name, shoving him against the wall, hands clutching, teeth grazing, the intensity of it—the forbidden thrill, the raw, unpolished eroticism—shook Noah to his core. Sweat, heat, moans, whispered names, forbidden touches—all tangled together in the chaos of desire and risk.

he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair. “So you’re the type of director who fucks strangers in a gay bar, and that stranger turns out to be your intern… isn’t that funny?” I teased, a faint smirk forming on my lips as I tilted my head. His jaw tightened. “No, it’s not,” he answered flatly. “It was only a one-night stand, and nothing is going to happen between us again.” My gaze dropped briefly to his lips before lifting again. “Are you sure you don’t want to feel my wet ass again?” I murmured, my tone light but deliberate.

“A tale of forbidden love and ancient curses,'" Gianna read aloud from the dust jacket as she wrinkled her nose. And then she cleaned the book before wedging it between two equally dramatic-looking tomes on the mahogany shelf: Gianna shifted her weight on the rolling ladder. The next book in her stack had a more promising premise— something about time-traveling archaeologists. “Now this seems interesting,” she murmured, adding it to her mental might-actually-read list before finding it a home in the sci-fi section.

Gabriella “I want to stretch you out until you can’t close your legs, Gabriella. I want to watch my brothers fill your mouth and your ass while I bury myself so deep in your pussy you forget your own name. We’re going to paint you in our cum, record every desperate sob you make for us, and then we’re going to make Derek watch his ‘perfect, repressed wife’ transform into our personal, filthy little pet. You’re going to be so used, so thoroughly ruined by the three of us, that you’ll never even remember what his pathetic touch felt like.”

I swallowed hard, not knowing how to process the guilt I felt. Soon, we settled for movies. The lights were low and the laughter faded into soft conversations. I sat with Trina curled beside me and Yas on my other side too. Too close. Her thigh brushing mine, her warmth breath enough to get me more turned on. My cock was rock hard at that point and I only hoped Trina wouldn’t notice. Then I felt Yas hand graze my thigh, lightly, trailing her fingers into my shorts. I clenched the couch arm, trying not to groan. Her hand lingered for a heartbeat. No one could figure out what was going on, but I was already out of breath.

The words seemed to leap off the page, filling the room with an eerie sense of foreboding. Everything written in the book didn't make any sense to either Stella or Morgan. They found everything in the book quite absurd. The book spoke of witches, dragons, angels, vampires, and the devil. They didn't believe in such a thing at all, weren't they just fantasy? If they were to interpret it, it only meant that Grandma Elizabeth was a witch while the stranger guy whom Stella had picked from the streets the previous night was the devil.

That caused my eyebrows to raise and my cheeks to blush. "Well... If you like that mix, maybe 'Story of O' by Pauline Réage, 'The Lover' by Marguerite Duras, 'Tropic of Cancer' by Henry Miller, or 'Delta of Venus' by Anaïs Nin could be recommended," I suggested, my face burning. These were considered significant works of erotic literature, but at the same time, they were quite scandalous. "Did you enjoy them?" he asked with a slightly huskier voice. "I like forming my own opinions."