Crossdressing Fantasy Stories Novels & Stories

I shivered the moments the words left his mouth, my gaped pussy clenching. “I need you to fuck your boyfriend how you would want him to fuck you” he said easily but my body tensed, not because he had said something wrong but because he literally said my fantasy. He wrapped a hand around my neck gently in a show of dominance and whispered, “I could read your nasty thoughts as you stood in the doorway earlier” he casually said but a shiver ran down my spine as he straightened.

That body, those perky tits, that jiggling ass, the way she stole glances while I came… it was driving me crazy. Minutes dragged by. I kept fucking myself steady, hips rolling up to meet every thrust of my fingers. “Ahh… fuck… come on Preye,” I moaned low, getting louder as the need built again. My pussy clenched tight, more cream leaking out. I was high on it, lost in fantasies of her soft tongue replacing my fingers, her mouth sucking my clit while she fingered me deep. I wanted to taste her too,spread her legs after her boyfriend filled her and lick his cum right out of her hole. The dirty thought made me whimper. “I need you… your pussy on my face…”

Jason kissed her again, slow and deliberate, his hands sliding her sweatshirt off her shoulders, leaving her in a simple tank top. His silver cross dangled against his chest. Their lips met again, tasting each other’s warmth as the world around them faded. His hands caressed her back, trailing heat wherever they touched. She reached for his shirt, pulling it off to reveal his smooth, toned chest. The sight of him made her breath catch, but she didn’t hesitate to run her hands along his skin, memorizing his feel.

With the door to talking about sex cracked open, she added, "I enjoy a good sexual fantasy as much as the next woman, I guess. Which genres of stories do you like most?" "Normally it would be the hot-wife stories," Cheryl answered, "But I was reading a really hot incest/taboo story there the other day where the characters happened to be named Darlene, James, and Shannon." She looked Darlene in her surprised eyes and with a suggestive grin she added, "It's hard for me to imagine that's just coincidence. Did you write that story? Is that your taboo fantasy I was reading?" Darlene was a bit taken aback by her friend's blunt question, but her tone and the look on her face were certainly not judg

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

she gasped, grinding her clit against him with every downward thrust. The fantasy was overwhelming. Here was his dream character , confident, seductive, dripping wet , riding him in real life. Alex flipped them so she was on her back, legs spread wide. He thrust deep in missionary, eyes locked on hers. The red contact lenses made it feel like he was truly fucking Zero Two. “I’m close,” he warned, pace becoming erratic. “Come inside me,” Lila moaned, wrapping her legs around him, heels digging into his back. “Fill your waifu with cum. Breed me.”

“Because after this amazing experience with you, if I die today and if there is another life, my soul would recognize you when we meet because your soul has mixed up with mine.” A shiver ran up her spine at his words because they took her mind back to Devon and how he’d been so certain that she was his mate. He knew he would meet her even before he did and that was the inspiration behind that remarkable painting at the gallery. What had he called it? A Werewolf Fantasy?

He’s playing his part. Footsteps. Not one set. Several. A shuffle of sneakers, the rustle of jeans. The room, small to begin with, felt suddenly crowded with presence, with heat, with the scent of cheap body spray and masculine sweat. A flutter of panic was instantly smothered by a darker, more thrilling pulse between her legs. Sam brought friends? To watch? Oh god… The fantasy was evolving beyond her script, and the unknown sent a shiver across her skin. A hand, large and calloused, slid up her calf. It wasn’t Sam’s. Sam’s hands were smooth. This was rough, possessive. It gripped her knee and pushed her leg wide, exposing her completely. A low whistle cut the air.

"This place... it might be a bit much. If it freaks you out, we can turn right around and leave. No pressure." Jay reached up, his fingers lightly brushing over the edge of my mask. "Open the door, Jake," he murmured softly, his eyes heavy with arousal. My heart hammered against my ribs. I turned the handle and pushed the heavy door open. The red room was dimly lit, drenched in deep crimson light and thick with the scent of leather, sweat, and heavy perfume. Everywhere you looked, bodies were entangled. Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys.