Made Men Books Novels & Stories

Because best believe the best part of my works isn’t just the storylines, it’s the sex, the possessive and obsessive traits of my male leads. Grunting I chew on the inside of my cheek. God! Why do I write men like this? No, better question why do people love that I write men like this? I mean I know how fucked up I already am up there, but then sometimes I marvel at the crazed way my books gets massively devoured and sometimes it’s a freaking turn on. Christ! See? Sick in the head! I might need to see a therapist, well it’s been on my bucket list for years and I still haven’t made the move to get one yet!

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“ It’s nothing. Just a library book I checked out. By accident. Just a silly mistake.“ Now that was the understatement of the century. “A silly mistake, my behind,” Edith cackled. “The Kama Sutra. The Joy of Sex. Dating for Dummies. The Multi-Orgasmic Couple. The Girlfriend's Guide to Great Sex.” Edith pointed to each of the books as she listed off the titles. Picking up the books, Mattie said, “This is my business. My personal, private business.” “Poppycock.” Edith stood, hands on her generous hips, blocking the door. “If you wanted this to be private, you wouldn’t have brought those books here.“

My hands moved to his butuon and zipper quickly while ath the same time, I strengthened my back before returning to my position the moment his cock sprang free. I don't know what came over me but I spat on his cock, head moving to take him doen my throat be he pulled away. “Keep my investors in mind” he hissed. I was almost at a fix when the men rose themselves, situating themselves well enough to see what we were doing. Two men were already fisting their cocks, pants loose at the waist, one was still struggling with an obvious boner while the last man with full white hair was pants down, cock swinging in the air.

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A smile crept onto my face as I adjusted my grip on the novel, its cover barely hiding the kind of story that made my heart race. A dark, depraved mafia romance. It had a male lead who didn’t ask permission so much as demand surrender. A man who played with consent the way a composer toyed with notes—artfully, deliberately, with the kind of confidence that made my skin prickle and my thighs press together. One that was over too soon. The kind of book I devoured in a fever and now I was in need of another. Most folks wouldn’t think of the local library as a treasure trove of scandalous reads, but I knew better. The librarians were in on the secret, intentionally filling the shelves with books

We hug in the tiny dressing room, both of us crying now but for different reasons. That night, I downloaded a book called "Why Men Love Bitches" on my phone. The title makes me laugh—a real laugh that feels foreign after so much crying. If this is my bitch era, I might as well learn how to do it right. The book talks about confidence, about not chasing men who don't want you, about building a life that's so good you don't need anyone else to complete it. "This is good advice," Lyra says as I read. "Especially the part about not being available whenever he snaps his fingers."

My thighs kept pressing together under the desk, still tender from yesterday’s orgasm in Professor Black’s office. The book he’d given me felt like a brand in my bag. I had read every marked passage last night, my fingers buried deep in my pussy the entire time, coming over and over while his sharp red notes stared back at me. “Pay attention to the mask.” “What breaks first?” “Guilt is desire wearing velvet.”

At the marriage alliance banquet, Zachary Pendleton, the only son of General Alfred Pendleton, publicly declared that he had no interest in women. “I cannot enter such an alliance. Any young lady marrying me would be ruined by our union.” The hall lapsed into silence as all eyes turned to him at once. Still, Zachary stood there with an air of indifference, as though he saw nothing improper in his words. I studied him with curiosity and found my interest unexpectedly piqued.

Colin's expression started to become awkward, but before he could reply, Leah suddenly interjected, "Hmm...no, wait. The books say men's first times are usually quick. But... why were you so enduring?" Colin: "What books are you reading that talk about this?" Leah:... "Answer my question first..." "The books aren't always accurate." Colin glanced at her, then suddenly remarked, "The books also say that at first, women are usually more passive in bed."