Best Fantasy Short Stories Novels & Stories

In my fantasy, Steven growled against my ear, voice low: “You’ve been teasing me for years, baby girl. Parading around in these shorts, bending over where I can see that pretty pussy. This tight cunt is mine now.” I whimpered, pushing the tip of my finger into my ass while the other hand drove deeper into my pussy. The fullness was overwhelming. My thighs trembled, sweat slicked my back, and the T- shirt bunched up my breasts. I could feel my nipples hard and aching, rubbing against the sheets with every movement. I flipped onto my back again, spreading my legs wide, knees almost to my shoulders. The position left me completely exposed and vulnerable, just like I wanted to be for him.

“Because you’re going to be baby sitting not just a child but also a man who’s going to be latched onto your very tempting breasts. That’s more work isn’t it sweetheart?” *** Well… to cut the story short, I eventually got married to Mr Damien two years later and it’s safe to say it has been the best decision I’ve ever made because as you know… the sex is top notch and I simply cannot get enough.

I did not want to indulge in all of this, but I could not help it. Her moans and the slick sounds of their intercourse swirled into my mind like a forbidden melody. I closed my eyes, and before I knew it, I touched myself. My finger trailed to my skirt. I pulled it up slowly as my finger brushed against my panties. I pictured I was the one getting pounded like that. I wished it was my pussy throbbing and exploding around a cock. A sensation I yearned to experience. My finger moved faster as I rode the fantasy. “Ouu fuckk!” I gasped. I added another finger as I grew wetter.

My bare pussy already throbbed with anticipation as I took my seat front and center. Professor Kane began his lecture on forbidden desires in literature. His eyes found mine almost immediately. I smiled innocently at first, then slowly uncrossed my legs, letting my knees fall apart just enough. The desk hid most of it from the class, but not from him. I trailed my fingers up my inner thigh, stroking the sensitive skin above my stockings. His gaze darkened. When he asked a question about reckless passion, I answered in a soft, breathy voice, leaning forward so my breasts nearly spilled out. “Sometimes the good girl needs to break every rule, Professor. Don’t you think the thrill of getting ca

Your hand reaches vainly through your clothes for your soaking pussy as the last of the sensations you imagined so realistically slip away. My prick softens inside my jeans as I type out the last of my vision. You realize that you must bring to life the visions I have brought you, you must end this empty life of solitary cyber-gropings and electronic fantasies not realized. Of course you will, yet I know with a sadness profound that you will not do so with me. Alas, not with me.

Our pretty princess and our submissive little slut. Our sweet Gabriella. THE END

My other hand joined the first and penetrated my pussy with two fingers. I was free to do or say anything I wanted. No one could see in and the doors were locked. I was breathing faster now. I looked around the room and moaned out “Ohhhhh, I wish someone was here to see me cum!” A new rush of excitement came over me as I said those naughty words. My fantasy turned back to Blake and I on the blanket in the maple grove. How he pounded into my virgin pussy again and again! I looked at his picture and put direct pressure on my hard clit.

“Alright, hotshot. I dare you to follow me to the Vault.” Emma frowned. “What’s that?” He chuckled, shaking his head at her amusing question. “Well, it’s the hottest, legendary club in the city and no one gets in without a connection or a fake ID. Sneak in with me tonight, and I’ll never call you boring again.” “Club?” She asked, looking away, lost in thought. Jake sneered. “It’s known as the kind of place where rules go to die. You can call it dangerous but it’s also very exciting. You dare?”

We never got to see how they lived happily though, but the smile in the last scene after which the The End, flew or swivelled or zoomed in, made it obvious. Nisim did tell me later that The Thief was a short story and short stories ended that way! It was five pages long, much longer than the stories in the book Deuta had gifted me on my eleventh Birthday – Aesop’s Fables – the stories in this book were never more than two pages. And always with a moral at the end. The Thief didn’t have a moral – that was the best part though – I never liked memorizing morals. But the thing was, my brother was calling the longest story I had read till then, a short story! By then, though, I had some idea of a

His fingers slid to my entrance, teasing my wet folds until my whole body was a quivering mess. “You’re so wet for me. Does Cain make drip like this?” He cooed, slipping a finger into my wet pussy. I gasped as he curled his fingers upwards, pressing against my sweet spot. I threw my head back, pleasure taking over my mind. “Answer me.” “N-No, he doesn’t,” I moaned. A smirked curled up his lips as if in triumph. “Good girl. Now I want you to tell me how much you want my cock. I want you to beg for it.”