Celebrity Erotic Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

Petrov smiled as he replied, "That's good to hear, Tim. An erotic story can be much more descriptive than a p**n scene. Most young boys can't get enough p**n and it's nice when a young man takes the time to read a good erotic story. Which websites do you prefer for your stories?" Tim gasped again as Petrov used two fingers to stimulate his asshole. Petrov wasn't aiming for penetration at the moment, he just wanted the boy aroused enough to keep talking. Finally, the boy admitted to preferring Nifty and Literotica as his go-to erotic stories websites. Petrov knew that Literotica catered to a variety of genres but smiled knowing that Nifty had no heterosexual stories at all, though Nifty did h

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

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My voice was shaky. Renata's lips curved into a smile, her brown eyes shining with something I couldn't quite name. "No, the opposite. Your writing is... powerful. Brave. I love erotic books myself, and I'd like to talk more about it. Are you free this weekend? Come to my place Saturday at seven." My heart hammered. Was this a test? A trick? Or something else? "Sure," I managed, my voice catching. She gave me a slip of paper with her address. Her fingers brushed mine, sending a spark through my skin.

“Just like that, Erica. Keep bouncing on me and beg for my cum. You want my fucking cum don't you?" “Yes! Please, give me your cum,” I whimpered, feeling like I was about to explode around him. “Please, Dr. Evans, fill my tight little pussy with your cum. I need it so badly. It’ll make me come all around your hard cock.” “Oh, Fuck,” he grunted, slamming my hips down on his cock and forcing them still. I knew he was trying to stop himself from coming already, but he didn’t tell me to stop bouncing. So, I continued to buck my hips back and forth, my breasts moving against his chest and my pussy exploding around his cock.

It took almost three hours of typing and his encouragement until I had fully unloaded my crappy life onto his shoulders. As he started to tell me more about himself, I found that he was a 55-year-old man who lived about five hundred miles away from me and had led a not dissimilar life. He had been married and divorced twice, and his current wife was not sexual at all. He had been using the chat room as an outlet for his sexual frustrations for two years now and occasionally wrote erotic stories for an online site. All his stories were about his fantasies of having sex with another man, although he claimed he had only tried it twice—neither time was all that satisfying. I asked him to direct

"Dave has just been telling me you have been having bisexual fantasies about him and I. He told me some very private details about some of the times that you and I had made love. He also showed me some of the role playing messages you sent to him." "That's not true," I tried to interrupt. "He has been trying to get me to suck his dick, its gross." "Mel," Nicole said. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. If you want to give Dave blowjobs, that is fine. I mean, I don't like sucking your dick but I do it all the time. It might be a little gross but it's nothing to be ashamed of and its worth it when I do it because I get to see you happy."

There was no explanation offered. And I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Maybe it’s that stupid thing that some of my friends do where they go after the very boy that ignores them. Or maybe, I’ve fallen for him with-out realizing it. Either way, I was hungry. In my desperation, I created a fake profile on a dating app, and kind-of, sort-of…catfished him. He doesn’t know that the girl he’s talking to is me. Though we’ve exchanged a lot of our thoughts, and even certain fantasies…I’ve remained anonymous. All he knows is that I’m a thirty-two-yearold scientist with a kinky side.

My thighs pressed together on instinct, but it was already too late. A slick rush of wetness flooded my panties, hot and sudden, soaking the delicate lace until it clung to my swollen fold. My clit pulsed hard, as if his voice had whispered the command straight against my skin. God. I was dripping. Just from an email. Just from the knowledge that the most explicit thing I’d ever written...forty-three pages of raw, shameless fantasy...was now sitting in his inbox. I had submitted the wrong file. On Monday night I’d been running on cold coffee and three hours of sleep, watching a course submission portal count down the last two minutes before the deadline.