Roxane Gay Books Novels & Stories

“He’s clearly got you on drugs or something.” “That’s ridiculous. I’m completely sober.” “Are you, Camille? I should give you a test or something.” He checked out the other books. More vampire romance? Where were the werewolves? He saw none. “Wrong,” Dire grumbled. Don’t worry. We’ll get her proper books. Maddox browsed more of the vampire books and realized that they all had the same author. Grace Moon. That was an interesting name.

Then she was gone, waving from the taxi window as it pulled away. The house felt empty the second the door closed. I stood in the living room for a minute, the silence pressing in. My dick was already half-hard just from the thought of having the place to myself for two whole weeks. I headed upstairs to my room, locked the door out of habit, and opened my laptop. I needed release badly. I pulled up my favorite p**n site and searched for something specific—mature women, thick bodies, the kind that reminded me of Gwen. I clicked on a video of a busty brunette in her late forties fucking her young neighbor.

"You think Torez and Miller fucked on the couch?" Sabrina asked, shooting you a smirk as she stepped further into the room. "I think Torez has an 80% chance of being gay, but Miller is definitely a Chad who used to say 'no homo' unironically," you said, following her in. You couldn't help but check her out from behind, the way her slim waist and cute bum looked in her professional skirt.

Dom is quick to move, letting the rogues hit one another. Dazed, the wolves stand and shake their heads. This time Dom lunges. He lands on the larger of the two and sinks his teeth into his leg. The rogue howls in pain. Dom lets go, unable to stomach the trashy taste of blood. The other rogue pounces on him, dragging his claws across his chest. Blood oozes out over Dom’s midnight fur. The gray rogue hovers, snapping and clawing. He never relents, making it hard for Dom to regain control. Red fur comes flying through the trees, tackling the rogue. He never stood a chance against my red-headed beauty. She wraps her jaws around his throat, snapping them shut until she hears the bone break.

Simply sleeping with the man didn’t seem to work. “…I should have done it for real…” Roxanne twisted her lips. She didn’t want her first time with Gryphon to end up with him sleeping all the way. To be honest, she was waiting for Gryphon to wake up after she took her shower. Not only did Gryphon puke at her, but the sweat of physically carrying him to her room on her own also played a role in her discomfort that night.

My roommate was on her back, two men on either side of her bosom, while the last man’s hands seemed to roam over her body. She made sounds I couldn’t recognize…they made sounds that were foreign to me. And somehow, it seemed to shift something inside me. Like a fire had been lit and it desperately needed to be quenched. Then I saw her do something. Her hand seemed to have found its way down there. As if bewitched, I found myself following suit. An electric sensation seemed to dance its way through me. I gasped, involuntarily and with curiosity. My roommate’s hand had since been replaced by one of the men thrusting into her.

Heath wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life making sure their story would always be filled with the most perfect love. “Promise me something, my love…” “Anything you want!” “Promise me that you’ll burn that awful book the minute we get home.” “Book?” “Yes, Heath. Book.” A single eyebrow arched high, and Rowena stared at him with a knowing gleam. “‘Healing Sex: The Right Approach to Healing Sexual Trauma’.” He cringed. “If you want… but why?” “Because we don’t need it, my darling. We never did.” Rowena smiled at him wholeheartedly.

Tan's little hand wrapped around his dick feels so good, with every lick and every stroke Harris got harder and harder. Harris knows what he's doing and nothing turns Tan on more, picking Tan up Harris kisses him then lays him on his back at the tip of the bed. Picking up the bottle from the nightstand Harris massages some lube on Tan's hole and his member, putting it back down Harris slowly runs his tip against Tan's opening. Walking into work Saturday morning Harris puts a smile on his face trying to make everything seem as normal as possible. "Morning Jenny" he smiles at the receptionist getting off the elevator

Sasha lowered her pussy onto Abegail’s waiting mouth. Abegail’s world narrowed to sensations. The weight of Sasha on her face, the taste of her on her tongue. The relentless, pounding drive of Kael’s cock splitting her open, hitting a spot deep inside that made her see stars. The slap of Leo’s balls against her chin. She was a vessel for their pleasure, and in turn, her own pleasure spiraled higher, coiling tighter than before.

~IVY~ It's another day in the library and Roxie is pretending to read about the anatomy of werewolves while I think of the Ebon Testament. I eye the cover of the book warily. “You know, if you keep using that book cover for all your erotic novels, someone is bound to suspect something.” With her face entirely hidden by the book, Roxie asks, “And how will they notice?” “Won't it be strange that you've been reading one book for straight three weeks?” I ask. “A werewolf anatomy book nonetheless. You should change the covers.”