M2m Stories Novels & Stories

Twenty-five men. Twenty-five stories. One thing they all have in common is desire. Some men fall for the person they were never supposed to want. A forbidden crush on a straight boss. A brother's best friend who was always off-limits. A divorce lawyer who becomes far more than a professional. A bodyguard who gets dangerously close to his client. A fake boyfriend who doesn't stay fake for long. A retired adult-film star determined to leave his past behind, until someone recognizes the man he used to be. There are also rivals who can't stand each other, roommates who discover an attraction they never expected, supposedly straight married men whose lives are turned upside

"Remember when he got shot? Well, that whole day we were together and he kept on teasing me. But that was it, just a tease. So I decided to get myself a date and obviously he ruined it and that was when I seek you out and we went to players. And the guys get us back home. Oh... and he kissed me, he's a damn good kisser. Then there were bad guys, shots, and I almost drowned in the pool. But the point was, I had the hottest masturbation session via video chat...." I paused to drink my wine, Megan was looking at me with her mouth open gasping but not saying anything, obviously waiting in suspense. Did I tell you that I'm a very good storyteller? Well...I always think I am, usually up until Mega

Mom called from the bottom of the stairs. Ryan leaned over me, lips brushing my ear as we got dressed. “This isn’t over,” he whispered, voice full of dark promise. “We’re sneaking out later.”

Blue wave apartment. Amy and Tut ate their breakfast and sat on the sofa. Amy had an glowing eyes ,the eagerness to listen to his past story .So She looked at him innocently. "First condition if I want to tell you my past then you need to tell me yours." Eventhough tutt can access through her knowledge but he can't access through her memory. Memory of the certain person is like their treasure so no matter how strong tutt can be he can't access through it without that person's permission as well as it is also a dangerous attempt .

It was then he got caught by my Mom to be cheating on her. It was a big blow for my Mom because several times he had promised to end the relationship but only for her to find out after a few months that the mistress was transferred to another house only. I was tired seeing their relationship fall apart. And that is why, here I am in a convent trying to have some peace of mind and saving myself from possible heartaches in the future. I don't believe in fairytales anymore. For lovers, it's only once upon a time they were happy, then they end. So here is my story.

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

This incident was just an insignificant episode in life, and I did not pay it any mind at all. Just as I finished tidying up, there was a knock at the door. It was the community courier delivering a package. Through the door, I told him to leave the package in the entrance. He replied politely and left quickly. We never opened the door to meet, let alone had any physical contact or extra conversation. After signing for the package, I continued with my housework. Sunlight streamed through the windows, and everything was calm and normal. I had no idea that this trivial accident under the bed would trigger a family trouble completely unrelated to romance a few days later.

However, I hid my surprise and leaned in to whisper, "What's going on here?" Yoran simply flashed a roguish grin. "Just work with me. When we're done, I'll set you free." Joey was left ashen-faced watching us flirt. Eventually, she scoffed. "Oh, how lucky you are, getting pregnant so soon. I guess the rumors of you being neglected were false." Hearing that, Yoran turned and frowned at Joey. "It's not up to you to meddle in my private affairs, ma'am."

A sharp, bitter ache rose in my chest, and even the words I typed turned sharp and unrestrained. [Yes, I'm mute. I can't speak! That's why I was insecure. That's why I didn't dare meet you. Even when I used voice chat, I had to ask a friend to speak for me.] [I foolishly thought you might have fallen for me—really me—and not just the fictional LeoWinter in the game.] [But, Madison, you already slapped me hard with reality. What more do you want from me now?]

If she was one of my kind she would feel me coming to her, but the fae shared nothing with us except a very dark history. The one and only time one of my kind was imprinted on one of hers, it had ended in a bloodbath that still had repercussions almost three hundred thousand years later. I thought of the legend as I stood there in the dark under the light of the full moon and wondered if I was destined to lose my mind.