Cnc Fantasy Stories Novels & Stories

Even though Friedrich Hans Ingo could not control himself, when he repeatedly stated that for him it was as if he had cast a glance into the aristocrat's interior, it was when they entered the restaurant, his eyes that were tired from the journey showed an exalted gleam, that ghostly blue. The large luxurious estate of Yang Chen City is the well-lit city of Ya Jie Yu, one of the supernatural and Chinese cities and colony of Lovecraft County, the supernatural and pleasure city, surrounded by evil creatures. Always whose nights, when from 8 o'clock at night, if they do not have protection, they are chased and killed by giant monsters, dark creatures, specters that play the violin and attract t

“Now what are we to do with her?” “Anything, my dear Clara.” replied Narissa. “Anything at all. We can bring different men to fuck her everyday until her pussy shies away from cocks.” “Good idea.” “I know, right, Loretta?” “Or we could turn your into our very own Onlyfans star. Make money from videos and pictures we sell of you.” “N-no, please.” “What do you say, Renee?” Narissa asked the woman who had been sitting on the bed the whole while. “What makes her so special that our husbands want to die because of her?”

he whispers in my ear. The guy is a goofball! Colt can be such a tease! But I can't say I don't enjoy the attention from the twins. They sure know how to treat a girl. With both of them pressed up against my body and their hands wandering, I can hardly figure out where one stops and the other begins. Or maybe we are all just one being? I wonder if they will have separate mates, or will they have to share one? Both our magics are nature based, and tend to work well together. What would happen if we all ended up together? The thought sends a spark running through me. What exactly would that be like?

The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. I pictured him saying “louder” again while he fingered me in that candlelit room. I pictured him watching me come apart on his hand and still not giving me his cock. Not yet. The thought of being denied again pushed me over the edge. My thighs clamped around my wrist. My whole body seized, shaking so hard the water churned like a storm. I came with his name on my lips—Chris, not Father—muffled against my own arm so the neighbors wouldn’t hear.

It fell life a fantasy. I knew i had thing for danger since i was eighteen, when i almost ran my dads car over a cliff and felt nothing but freedom. My therapist then called it “risk seeking behavior”, over the years i tried to bury that part of me but Jagger could see through me. He looked at me like he knew every terrible thing inside me. I closed my eyes and leaned against the counter.

* The fantasy merged with the comments, one reader painting a scene of Jax returning, finding her like this, phone in one hand, fingers buried in the other, then joining, making her squirt across the keyboard. Her orgasm hit sudden and fierce, back bowing off the bed, a strangled cry escaping as her pussy spasmed, fresh wetness soaking the sheets. She rode it out, reading the flood of shared depravity, each one a spark to her sated but insatiable fire. Panting, Zelda dropped the phone, a wicked smile curving her lips. The tease worked readers hooked, fantasies unleashed in the comments below. Jax had left her marked, but this? This was her claiming the narrative. Drop yours now. What's your

It was coming from her—my stepmom Sarah—and him—my stepbrother Jake. I lounged on the big sectional couch in the living room, legs stretched out, my nipples already hardening against the thin white fabric of my tank top. No bra. I hadn’t worn one on purpose. The wine had me flushed and bold, my pussy tingling with that slow, forbidden ache I’d been ignoring for months.

Updates for this series will be twice or thrice a week, with a full upload of a story, not chapter-by-chapter updates, depending on my school schedules. What fantasy do you have? Comment on it, and you might be lucky enough to get your story chosen.

Hello, This story has come to an end now. I just wanted to thank every reader who has supported this story over the past few months. My intention with this story was to create a CEO story that BxB story readers can enjoy as the genre is normally dominated with straight stories. I will miss writing this story as I had fun creating all the different characters. I am planning to enter the 'A Touch of Rainbow' contest at some point so you will all see me sometime soon. I am very excited for the contest. Thank you again for all the support. Cassandra Kim

“They’re just the ones standing closest to the smoke.” “I know that too,” she said. “It doesn’t make it less infuriating when they act like my mother’s death was some glorious exchange rate.” A muscle in his jaw ticked. “Nightfang has our own version,” he said. “Stories about how we were strong when fear ruled, about how sacrifice kept the borders hard. They forget the bodies in the snow.” Rin looked at him. “Do they tell stories about you?” she asked. “The same way they do about me?”