New Erotica Novels & Stories

She left quickly and Angela pulled a piece of paper in front of her. “This time we would like a series of erotica books instead of a standalone. We’ve analyzed the market and decided on a trilogy of gay erotica. Each book will cover a different couple, but the themes will be similar and characters can cross over between them,” she explained. “We let you write freely last time due to the way you were recruited. It will be different this time.” Leo’s mind started to spark up ideas for storylines and characters. When he had been writing his first, there had been a lot of unused plot ideas that he had taken note of for future consideration.

Nita said, "It is better when he cums on you." The third time was even better. Rather than join the girls in pressing, Nita decided to sit on the other side of me and get herself off with her fingers. We made a little masturbation sandwich that way, me stroking my cock, my sisters lying on the ground, and Nita on the other side. Her legs spread wide, hiding nothing. She already had her top off and for this round, Nita stripped down naked. I was surprised to see that her pussy was covered in dark, curly hair completely untrimmed. There was something arousing and naughty about that.

“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."

He simply held her tighter, as if he could keep all other claimants at bay through sheer force of will. He couldn’t, of course. The game had only just begun. And as Wren lay in the arms of her first worshipper, sated and claimed, she felt a shiver of raw, unadulterated excitement for the battles, and the pleasures, yet to come. The politics of sensuality were now her reality, and she was ready to play.

I continued my dance , swaying my hips and teasing him . Slowly, I started taking off the lingerie from the bralette, revealing my firm, round breasts and my nipples which were already hard as stones. Nathan’s breathing grew heavy as he watched, completely mesmerized by my erotic display. He reached out, tracing a finger down my stomach, pausing at my waist . I moaned softly as his fingers brushed against my sensitive skin, my body trembling in anticipation. He pulled me closer, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss. I reached for the waistband of his pants, undoing them with practiced ease. I slipped my hand inside and wrapped my fingers around his hard length, stroking it firmly.

I was so ready for this. But now what? Just blatantly put a move on him? I stared at his lap top and recalled Richard saying he caught him watching p**n. I looked over my shoulder to make sure Max wasn't already on his way back. I figured he would take his time and try to calm himself down and that was fine with me. I went into his history and scanned through the sites he visited. My eyes lit up on "My First Sex Teacher" and I clicked it. "Oh, you naughty boy." I whispered as I saw it was an entire site dedicated to teacher student fantasies, Richard hadn't been kidding.

The door slammed shut with a heavy, final thud, sealing me and Kane in. Kane was still shivering from the relentless vibrations of the massager buried in his ass. I walked behind him slowly, letting him feel my presence like a shadow. I dipped my two fingers in his hole and pulled the toy free, the wet, obscene pop echoing as his greedy hole clenched around nothing, already leaking clear slick down his thighs. *Who would have thought that this Alpha could leak like an omega in heat?* “For over three hundred years, I’ve waited for a mate who’s worthy of breaking,” I murmured right against his ear.

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”

And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl. My hand slumped away in exhaustion….and my face? I couldn’t help the tiny grin that spread across it. That was….it was good. But here’s the thing about post nut clarity, it snaps you back to reality at once. And my reality was, I had a fiancé waiting for me at our launch table. Oh No!! The guilt hit me as I scrambled to fix my clothes properly before bolting out of the stall. Who the hell abandons their fiancée to masturbate in a public restroom?