Novel & Cerita Cnc Fantasy Stories

I've had this fantasy since I was nineteen years old. Not the polished version – not the softcore "oh wouldn't it be naughty" version you admit to over cocktails when someone asks your wildest fantasy. The real one. The one I play on the backs of my eyelids when my vibrator is on the highest setting and I'm chasing the orgasm that only this image delivers: me, naked, surrounded by men. Hands everywhere. Cocks everywhere. Being passed between them like something precious and filthy, the singular focus of four, five, six men who want nothing except to use my body until I can't remember my own name.

Soon, all faded out. #### ~Author's Note~ Yo, bubble butts. Welcome to the land of Changeling where only the fittest survive. Straight to business, I'm going to start by appreciating you for taking up this book. This novel explores a fantasy world of benders, except when you think that's lame and unexciting, ask yourself: have you ever seen a fire bender who can command nuclear weapon with a swift hand movement, channels the energy of life from a human to himself?

“Hello? Anyone? Surprise?” She waited, but heard no one respond. Cindy walked around the stand alone wall with the company symbol on it. She didn’t understand the drawing. It was more confusing in pressed metal. It looked like an angry monster with tentacles on its face. It was probably something from one of Scott’s old comic books or video games. She was just glad he never asked her to dress up as this creature for one of his old birthday surprises. In metal behind the reception desk, it reminded her of a naked woman bending over and spreading her ass. The tentacles made it look like she really needed to shave.

Her pussy glistened with arousal, lips puffy and twitching, clit already begging. She whimpered. Then something touched her. A warm enchanted tendril ran along the folds of her cunt. Not rough nor gentle but curious. “So wet already,” he murmured. “You’re aching to be used. Do you fantasize about being forced, little acolyte? Being taken on the altar while your sisters pray above?” “Stop it—gods, stop—” Another tendril flicked her clit. She jerked violently. Her mouth opened in a moan before she could stop it.

Susan’s POV I was lazily scrolling through my OnlyFans page when a new comment popped up under one of my latest posts. “I wish I could get a video of you getting fucked. That’s my biggest fantasy.” My heart skipped a beat. I bit my lip and typed back immediately:“I wish I had someone to fuck for y’all, but I don’t.”

Kristen rubbed at her twat, wondering what she should write next. There's that D&D game coming up, she thought. My best friend will be over. Mmm, what if it became naughty? >>>>>>>>>>> Virgin's Naughty Fantasy Dream Kristen Miller was hanging out with her friend, thinking about that next naughty story she wanted to write in her journal. That leather-bound one she had found at the Dollar Store for a steal. She had written three so far. Three naughty stories. This evening, she sat on the couch with her friend Natalie while in the dining room, which was just to the right, her older brother Carter held his weekly D&D game. The guys were off to rescue an elven princess from an ogre.

I was inspired by Eoin Colfer and fused his style with my own and in fantasy genre. And lastly as for another work on Goodnovel.com I've a contemporary romance I'd love to suggest because now I'm aware of the flash forward style of GN. It's entitled as "Winning Over The Cold Heiress." Thank you~

“And you wanted me to notice.” “Yes.” He hooked his fingers into her thong and dragged it down her thighs, letting it pool at her ankles. Cool air hit her soaked pussy. He groaned softly. “Look at you. Dripping down your legs already.” One thick finger traced her seam, gathering wetness, then pushed inside without warning. She moaned, pushing back. He added a second finger, pumping slow and deep, curling to hit that spot that made her knees buckle. “You’ve been fantasizing about this, haven’t you?” he said against her ear, leaning over her. “About me bending you over my desk and fucking you raw while the campus walks by outside.”

’ “I’ve been getting kinda hooked on old lore, mysticism, some of the stories that come from the ancestors and the spirits that created werewolves and our power.” Cinda squinted a bit as I spoke. At first she seemed amused, but her face grew more serious as I went on. “I know so much of it is just legend, spooky stories to scare young pups,” I continued, “but some of it, I don’t know, it seems…possible.” “I bet it does,” Cinda said gravely. “You just need to decide how far down that rabbit hole you want to go, because you might not come back up.”

Claudia told me. I looked back at the situation. Fortunately, no one heard my talk, and Claudia, "Maria forbade me to tell you. But what can I do? I need you. You have to understand this situation so that later we are not too awkward. I've been struggling with the titles of my novels, romance, or horror. This time I want to make a fantasy story," I said firmly. Claudia frowned. "Fantasy? But what if everyone said you were getting crazy. I mean it's the kind of story that's hard to tell, "Claudia said "Hmmm, that is why I will take the necessary evidence for them to believe in me. If there is evidence, of course, it's easier for me to get their attention, "I replied firmly. Claudia sighed hea