Male Writer Novels & Stories

A bare-chested male with a rugged exterior and inked arms. His appearance makes some liquid drip from my sex as I clang the door closed. TBC.

Sure, he'd get a little mad at the situation, but he's a man of reason nonetheless. (*Originally alpha male: this is the word for male personality type. A person who is confident, attractive to women, easy to approach, has leadership qualities and wide social connections, belongs to the type of person who likes to show off. Slightly opposite to beta male: less open and attractive to women, more inclined to intellectual activities.)

he said, ending with a saddened sigh. “Wow, you should have been more selective in your bedmates,” I said softly and he shook his head. “Being a male wolf is a lot different than being a female. We get uncontrollable urges that must be released, or we get rage-filled. It's like a stag's rut,” he sighed and I raised my brow at him in disbelief.

Levi began to prepare himself by pulling up his long blond hair when Roman spoke up possessively. “I will get you the info Alpha,” Roman ground out. I can understand his viewpoint, Roman was a protector. For all intense in purposes the man was very much an Alpha male. Which is why it had shocked me to find out about his sexuality. Not that I stereotyped him but just never seen him interested in anyone. For a while, I had actually thought he rejected his mate in order to do what he likes to do.

She pointed at the part of him in his pants that has thickened in fierce arousal. He ignored her, pulling himself away from her completely, and rose to his feet. "Holy waters...!" She swallowed, "Never knew your gender can park something that size!" "I am not a human male, female." She scoffed, "Yeah right. So what are you? A rat male?" He looked absolutely insulted. "A rat male is no predator and no comparison." Ismena just shook her head, her eyes still on THAT part of him, "Mehn-Oh-Mehn, this is huge. Bet, it will be a work of art too. Take off your clothes, let me see—"

“Hmm… I’m not feeling sore, so maybe you made me give you a BJ?” “Look I don’t know what you’ve heard, but I’m sure you’ve also heard I’m not that kind of guy. Do you seriously think I’d engage in any sexual activity with a woman who can’t consent?” He seemed genuine but by now I knew enough of men to know most of them were deceitful assholes. “ I can’t be sure, most men would have sex will a drunk woman.” “I’m not most men.” “All you cocked creatures are the same.” I said calmly.

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

“I stand here feeling so grateful to God who miraculously made me stand here and a dozen of shame to my damned fucked enemies who wished me dead just to have their evil and bully ways in this city.” Jefsexy spoke out so loud with confidence as he was an audacious and outspoken speaker who draws the attention of his audience whenever he speaks. “I am a gay and I am not ashamed to say it." He said so loudly again as the entire crowd cheered him up calling him different sweet names. “In my generation I'm not gonna live in deceit deceiving myself. I am not attracted to women but I'm attracted to my fellow man and anyone that comes into me tells me I'm more like a woman.”

But Zavian had articulated her feelings on the matter perfectly. "There’s a certain category of pathetic, insecure males who delude themselves into believing they become 'real men' when they use their fists against women. In reality, they are weak, impotent cowards with severe inferiority complexes they try to cover with bravado and violence. They lack trust or believe in themselves, so they show off their physical strength against a weaker target," Zavian added coldly then took a contemplative sip of his wine.

He seemed interested. “A writer, maybe?” I grinned. He chuckled lightly. “I've read a lot of books and it's given me this hunger to write mine. I wanna create characters and weave their perfect worlds…” “Right. Are your male characters gonna be hot, sexy, and macho? Are they gonna be as obsessive as me?” “No…” “No?” He scoffed between smiles. “Girl, you better make me the muse for those male characters or they're gonna come out all stale and sloppy.”