Gay Sensual Novels & Stories

I never thought I would enjoy having my ass hit during sex, but the act seemed so sensual and erotic, especially when Callan was taking me from behind. “Fuck, I am so close.” Callan called out. His pace increased, him roughly entering me from behind, the sound of our bodies smacking against each other filling the room. Callan changed the angle slightly and his cock hit my g-spot and it felt like my entire body melted. My hands slipped out from under me, and I could only moan out into the bed as Callan continued his assault from behind. A final smack of my ass pushed me over the edge and my pussy spasmed, causing Callan to grunt out and as he reached his own orgasm.

She was obviously as horny as hell as she raised her hips and ground it against his exploring fingers. Colton increased her pace by using his index finger in flicking her G-spot, while toying with her tits. Jena was writhing, her body moving here and there like a contortionist. "Oh sweet Jesus," Jena groaned in ecstasy, "yes, press it more harder please," she prodded him. Jena was lying on her back, her legs spread wide, while Colton was crouched over her like a lion devouring her fallen prey.

The latex felt foreign, too thin, but the heat of his palm made me shiver anyway. “That’s it,” the stranger murmured. “Fuck. You’re so responsive.” He dragged his thumb over the slit through the condom and I jerked violently, a whine escaping my throat. “Now,” he said, voice dropping to something almost gentle, “I want you to clear your mind. On that bed is the one you love. You’re gonna give him everything he wants. No hesitation. No guilt. Do we understand each other, Leon?” I looked at Gavin. His knees were drawn up, hole still slick and slightly open from the toy, cock hard again and curving against his stomach. His eyes were wide, pleading—silent please, please say yes.

The echo of her words played over and over again while she delicately kissed my skin as I followed her instructions; knowing the urge of not being able to taste her flesh would eventually ware on me. Removing my teal lace thong from under my very snug fitting skirt, Serenity began to do a tongue dance with my clit. I enjoyed having sex with Serenity because it was always random, fun, and intense. I believe we both got off at the fact that we had “sneaky” office sex hoping never to get caught. Serenity enjoyed what she was doing, although she lived her life as a straight woman, she had more oral female tricks than any man or woman I knew, gays included.

⚠️ Trigger Warning This story contains explicit sexual content, including themes of forced feminization, BDSM, humiliation, sissification, pegging, cum play, and dominance/submission dynamics. It is intended strictly for mature audiences (18+). Reader discretion is advised. “I want you to remember this night for the rest of your life,” Sasha whispered, her voice like velvet over a blade. Julian didn’t get the chance to respond. The click of heels sounded behind him, then the door opened—and everything shifted.

"Move, Daddy. Make me feel good." He complied, setting a slow, sensual pace. Then he rocked into me, his pelvis sending off sensual friction against my swollen clit. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper. Xavier snapped his hips, his cock cleaving through my wet heat. The wet slap of flesh against flesh filled the room, mingling with our panting breaths and desperate moans. "Harder," I gasped, close to coming. "I'm almost there. Make me come, Daddy!"

"Every woman I've had sex with has ended up dead at the end of the ordeal. So if you're okay with the life being drained out of you while I'm inside you, we can make that happen." I felt my jaw go slack at the idea. "Go to hell," I said, backing away from him. Cain let go of me, his hand releasing mine. "Sweetheart, I'm already here."

God! Karla had a fucking sexy sexual aura. It was as if her body, her gaze, and everything in that woman was attractive and sensual. She smiled at me, and returned her attention to Keana, bringing her hand to the woman's face in front of her, where she slid her fingers with a hint of malice, to then inch her face closer, sealing her fleshy lips on the woman's. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

It wants, it needs, and it's going to be satisfied. I arch my back at the entrance of one, then two, of Gianni's thick digits. His hot breath fans across my chest while my own fingers work through his hair, clutching him to me. All of my awareness travels south and tightens until there is nothing in this world except the delicious friction of the pounding of his knuckles against my sensitive flesh. “Such a bad girl,” he whispers, fingering me hard and fast. “This pussy is always wet and ready for me. My pussy.Mine.”

she gasped, biting her lip to suppress a scream. Axel's lips found hers again, his tongue tangling with hers in a fiery dance. Axel cupped Amber’s face with one hand, his other hand moving to find her sensitive clit. With a gentle rhythm, he pressed his thumb against her, creating a delicious friction. Amber cried out, her body quivering as her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave. Axel moaned as her inner walls tightened around him, his own release building like a storm. With one final thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, filling her with his warmth.