Great Erotica By Men Novels & Stories

“Now ruin it.” He withdrew until just the tip remained, then slammed back in. A brutal, punishing thrust. Leila screamed, her nails digging into the leather. He set a relentless, rough pace, each drive a claim, each withdrawal a tease. The slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, a lewd percussion to their choked moans and filthy talk. “You like this?” he grunted, pistoning into her. “You like getting your ass fucked by a gay man?” “I love it!” she shrieked, pushing back against him. “Your cock is so deep! I can feel it in my guts!”

“Okay. So how do I even start?” “Like any other conversation. Start slow. Let it simmer. You don’t go straight for the clit, right? You tease, you build it up. Do the same here. You could start with the classic ‘what are you wearing’ line, but if you want something that really works… tell a story.” “Story?” she echoed. “You mean, like, read erotica?” “No, I mean tell him something from your life. Something hot, or something that could have been hot if it’d gone just a little further. Something real—then spice it up. Let your imagination play with the memory.”

The other man grins, stepping in behind her and slams his cock deep into her pussy with a single stroke. The ecstasy in her eyes puts you over the edge and your body begins to betray your thoughts. Your hand strokes faster, your thighs tighten and your cock explodes. Ropes of cum spray across your dress shirt, hand and jeans as the two men begin to laugh. “No wonder she needs us, Tiny barely lasted ten strokes.”

The room was filled with the sound of my extremely wet pussy slamming against his dick over and over again. He’ll start up fast and hard, hitting every spot and I could swear he touched my womb, then he’ll take it slow, teasing me , making me feel every inch of his dick, making my body go numb. I’ve never been fucked this good before . “Do you like it?”, he whispered behind my ear, driving in slowly. “Yes”, I moaned out almost crying. “Yes what?” “Yes Mr Tom”. “Fuck i love the way you call me that, tell me how much you love it “.

“I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna fucking cum all over your cock, you fucking stud!” He growled, his hands gripping my ass cheeks, spreading them wide as he slammed into me one final time, his cock throbbing deep inside me. With a guttural roar, he erupted, hot jets of semen flooding my pussy, mixing with my own slickness as I clenched around him, milking every drop. “Ohhhh Babyyyy… that was incredible,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, his forehead resting against my shoulder as he rode out the aftershocks. “I’m coming back for more.”

we moaned together in sync, our loud voices mixed with the scent of smoke filling the atmosphere. She held my shoulders for support and continued moving her waist backwards, the more she moved the more the momentum built up and the more an amazing sensation built up inside of me. Her insides were soft and dripping, and even tighter than her pussy and I felt it expand when she moved her waist, there was something definitely different from fucking her pussy. My body was shaking, I was losing control with the way she was bouncing on my dick. Today I understood exactly why some men are gay. Ass hole is a bit nicer to fuck than pussy.

She was dimly aware of Jenna moving closer, her presence adding a layer of eroticism to the already charged scene. Travis's hands grasped her hips, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through her body, as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Are you ready, Sadile?" he whispered, his voice a low rumble that sent a jolt of excitement through her. Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that

A masked highway-man pressed a lady against a carriage, her skirts whipped high as he penetated her with a weapon longer and thicker than his pistol. The study seemed to vibrate with the heat and grind of passion as Karen viewed the hump backed beast, transvestites, flagellation; dirty old men with grotesque, distended members and huge sagging testicles; beautiful youths with spritely cocks springing eagerly from thick pubic hair, their balls firm and taut. No aspect of physical congress was left unexplored. Women with women, men with men, women with men, every variation under the sun depicted - a seething bacchanalia.

“You can go back to your desk. I don’t want you feeling uncomfortable here.” Zach dutifully sat back down at his desk and waited for his face to cool down. He really wasn’t cut out for reading smut, let alone editing it. He would have to move onto that at some point in the year. He was supposed to experience all editing roles throughout the year. “We do get some gay erotica,” Becca told him when she returned to her desk. “It’s just not as common so we haven’t had a submission for a while.” “Damien Black, whoever he is, is the king of the genre,” Robert agreed. “He hasn’t submitted anything for a while though.”

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."