Homoerotic Scenes Novels & Stories

My nails rake his back, my cries echo in the closed room. Orgasm strikes me like lightning. I shatter into a thousand pieces beneath him, screaming his name in a broken breath. But he continues. Again. Harder. Faster. Until he loses himself in me, until he empties himself deep into my belly with a bestial groan. --- Our bodies collapse against each other, panting, trembling. Silence falls again, heavy, almost unreal. Julien — There's no way out, Élise... You are mine now.

I flailed for something to hold, grabbed the shower curtain then thought again because curtains cost money and anyway it wouldn’t have worked except as a metaphor for reck- less passion. So I braced myself as best I could, one hand on the slippery tiles, another on the tub edge. Steam enshrouded us carrying scents of cosmetics, visions of vanilla chiffon. Pale streaks of foam spiraled into the drain and vanished. His hands dug into my hips. In the midst of the vapor and wetness, his cock shored me up, enormous and substantial where I was soft and hidden. They wouldn’t show that in the movies. This wouldn’t even make a porno because it wasn’t camera friendly. Impossible to see our thrusting c

Some of it was just nasty and degraded all involved, others had looked exciting, sensual, and some of it had seemed hedonistic. Some of it, well some of it was obviously the result of people losing all control and had seemed wildly erotic. Id gone through lists: lesbian sex, straight sex, orgies, doms and subs; classic porn and new porn, some even labeled ladies porn, meant for the discerning woman. Id watched it all, and Id found a lot of it intriguing, but maybe not for me. I always went back to one category, no matter what, though.

“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."

Her own red hair, spread in a red hot blast in general, overwhelmed her vision, however past it the evening time lights of Copenhagen flashed while out of concentration: a glimmering foundation of bokeh. Significantly less fringe to her detects, the young lady's rear-end was pounding with a tight, consuming aggravation - sharp, yet not totally horrendous in her condition of excitement. The rooster inside it, was portraying a lethargic pistoning development through her rectum, gradually halting - cumming, even. However she was unable to feel the semen spraying further into her colon, Lannie could feel the musical shuddering of the erupting part. With her insides impregnated, the homosexual th

The darkness lasted only a moment. Torches roared back to life showing figures lined the walls in pairs and groups, each carved in explicit poses that made Chelsea's stomach twist. One statue showed a man behind a woman in doggy style, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her pussy. Another depicted a couple in missionary, the woman's legs wrapped around the man's waist while he drove his cock deep inside her.

It was clear they understood the message Leo was conveying: any move they made would be recorded and used as evidence against them during the trial. I looked at my Alpha, my heart filled with admiration. What was even better was that he looked back at me, and there seemed to be something explosive in the air. Leo smiled sweetly. “Beta Janet. Shall I take you home?” === WARNING: The next chapter contains group sex scenes. It includes physical M/M (Male/Male) encounters but does not include any M/M romantic subplots. Please consider skipping if this content is not for you.

Then she pressed the button and left the room. The progression of clips followed a similar pattern as the first session, starting with clips of women dancing, followed by women pleasuring themselves, and eventually full sex scenes. The difference was that all of the stuff I had clicked through quickly in the prior session was gone. There were no artificial-looking bimbos in high heels, no girls with lots of tattoos or piercings, no lesbian scenes. They'd clearly taken my preferences into account in selecting these scenes. But because every clip was closer to my liking, I allowed myself to be more picky. I clicked relatively quickly through clips I would have lingered on during the prior sess

I don’t think Carrie realized she heard, and with my head between them, she may not have seen the grin. Just knowing that it would make her squirm, I moved my hand up and cupped Carrie’s bust while looking over her shoulder to see what they were reading. It turned out to be some pen and ink drawings of women in erotic poses. Some were nature scenes, others were of two or three people in various states of undress and in the midst of various sex acts. The one on the right page was a woman licking up the base of an erect cock of some unseen man. The woman in the picture was looking up at her man with a gaze of pure lust.

It wasn’t Nathan. Bruno was sitting there, shirtless, his head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth parted in silent pleasure. His right hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly, deliberately. Even in the dim blue light of the television, I could see the thick, glistening head and the precum shining at its tip. He was bigger, much bigger than Nathan. I froze. I had never seen anything like it before. The sight of my boyfriend’s father touching himself was so raw, so erotic, that I couldn’t look away.