Great Erotica By Men Novels & Stories

pen, bending slowly…thighs parting slightly, lace peeking. He stuttered mid-sentence…"Jane Eyre's... fire,” clearing throat, slacks tenting subtle. My cheeks flushed; nipples hardened, poking my blouse, Jake's marks throb under fabric.* My phone buzzed on my thigh. Discreetly, I slid it out, thumb-flying texting my roomie Mia under desk: *Me: Prof's eye-fucking me HARD. Lecture = p**n foreplay. Gonna make him snap.” *Mia: LOL slut! Still virgin-hunt? Thought Jake popped it?*

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

He wanted her to himself, and he was going to get her. "Look at my dick! It's the biggest in this room! Just let me fuck those boobs!" Another man screamed, letting his cock out in public and Madison blew him a kiss, before turning around and spreading her legs wide open. The men erupted in wild cheers, throwing money at her. Some stroked their dicks harder, while a few already cummed just by watching her. Her body was irresistible, smooth and seductive. Unable to watch any more of the tomfoolery, Killian got to his feet and made his way out of the strip club, meeting a few of the other strippers who begged him to look at them.

Petrov smiled as he replied, "That's good to hear, Tim. An erotic story can be much more descriptive than a p**n scene. Most young boys can't get enough p**n and it's nice when a young man takes the time to read a good erotic story. Which websites do you prefer for your stories?" Tim gasped again as Petrov used two fingers to stimulate his asshole. Petrov wasn't aiming for penetration at the moment, he just wanted the boy aroused enough to keep talking. Finally, the boy admitted to preferring Nifty and Literotica as his go-to erotic stories websites. Petrov knew that Literotica catered to a variety of genres but smiled knowing that Nifty had no heterosexual stories at all, though Nifty did h

“But eww. There is no guy, Gerard. And why are you shirtless? You know you're not my type, right?” I mimicked a puke at the very thought, which only made Gerard let out a deep, low laugh. “I know, I know,” Gerard murmured, his sharp eyes glinting with amusement as he looked at Ciara. “You like hotter men. Domineering. Self-contained. Slightly younger than me, but definitely not in your college age bracket either.” Ciara paused for a fraction of a second, her cheeks flushing a faint, guilty pink. “Wow. You really have me in the palms of your hands, don't you?” she said quickly, trying to laugh it off as she set the drinks on the little coffee table.

And lastly, Dr Smith Crowe; my former college professor, the man I shamelessly flirted with and then ghosted, sat there with that calm, authoritative stare that still made my stomach clench and my clit throb. Fuck. These men didn’t bother hiding that they were filthy animals. And the worst part? I didn’t care. I loved it. In the real world I’ve always felt like a six, maybe a seven on a good hair and makeup day. Average height, decent curves, nothing that usually stops traffic. But here? With these seven powerful men staring at me like I’m the only meal they’ve craved in years, I feel like a goddamn ten. Their raw hunger makes me confident. Bold. And so fucking horny I can barely think strai

He continued, voice dropping lower. “An erotic novel. Quite explicit. The heroine was bent over her boss’s desk, skirt around her waist, getting fucked hard while he called her a dirty little slut.” My cheeks burned bright red. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. I had been reading during my short break, thinking no one would return. I opened my mouth to apologize, but no words came out. Adrian stood up slowly and walked around the desk like a predator. He stopped right in front of me, towering over my seated form.

Another cock filled her mouth right after. They put her on her back again. Two men sucked on her nipples while a third fucked her pussy. Fingers rubbed her clit fast. Calista came once more. Her whole body trembled. Ronan took the final turn in her pussy. He fucked her slow and deep. His eyes locked on hers. “You love this, don’t you?” he asked. “Yes,” Calista gasped. “Don’t stop.” He came deep inside her. Hot cum flooded her pussy. The last loads mixed with all the others. Calista lay there breathing hard. Cum leaked from her pussy and ass. It covered her face and chest. She smiled up at the men.

Why did the good girls always have to finish last? She wasn’t going to finish last this time. Gina groaned when the man probed beneath her bikinis to find how wet she was. Suddenly, undeniably wet. His fingers circled her clit, the rough pads of his fingertips brushing against her most sensitive spot, creating a delicious type of fric- tion. He undid his jeans and let the head of his cock find her slit, and entered her with one forceful thrust. Gina felt her body tighten around his. She hadn’t been fucked in so long. She couldn’t even remember how sweet the pleasure felt. When he tripped his fingers over her clit as he worked her, she moaned out loud.

“These fine gentlemen paid good money to watch my husband ruin my little sister’s holes. You’re going to give them a show. You’re going to come so many times you piss yourself. You’re going to beg to be bred like the family breeding sow you are.” She flicked a switch. The projector lit up with the chat: Breed that fat-titted bitch raw Make her tits bounce harder Knot her cunt, man $50 if you make her cry Liam stood at the edge of the mattress stroking his cock, eyes black with lust. Rita grabbed a bottle of lube and poured it straight over Nina’s tits, watching it pool in her cleavage before rubbing it in squeezing, slapping, twisting those heavy globes until they were shiny and red, nipples