Novel & Cerita D&d Book Of Erotic Fantasy

"Your wife becoming your sex slave, do you expect this to become permanent or is this a temporary thing?" "I doubt it will become permanent. She likes to read erotic books and I offered to allow her to experience the things she reads about in her books for three weeks to see if the reality was similar to her imagination." "What kinds of books?" "Reverse harem, women captured and sold as slaves, that kind of thing." "She's aroused by these?" "Yes, it's why I've offered her the experience."

Destiny closed her eyes ready for a much needed sleep when Carter kissed her again and whispered into her ear, "You are incredible." Destiny's eyes flew open. THE END. ******* NB: As stated in the synopsis, this book contains other compilation of steamy erotic stories ever written and compiled in one collection! The very idea makes your mouth water, and that delicious feeling jolts down between your legs. These stories feature all the lusty, explicit action you could ever hope for. Every Dream of yours is sure to come to life in this electric compilation of erotic shorts. Read and enjoy...

I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky. “I saw the way you looked at my dick at Coverts,” he whispered, not letting up on his assault on my clit, his lips tracing along my jawline. “I was so hard. You had on that yellow lingerie set that glowed against your skin. I wanted to bend you over and fuck you so badly. That young dude wasn’t going to get this pussy.” With that, he moved his attention from my clit, sliding two fingers inside my hot, already-drenched pussy. He worked his fingers until they were fully coated and soaked. “But I knew it wasn’t time. I’m patient. I can wait.”

His fingers continued their journey, slipping under the hem of her dress. “I’ve been thinking about this pussy every single day. How wet you get for me. How perfectly you squeeze my cock.” Mia bit her lip hard as his fingers brushed against her lace panties. She was already soaked. “You’re dripping,” Damien growled softly, pressing two fingers against her clothed clit and rubbing slow, teasing circles. “Such a naughty girl. Sitting here pretending to be innocent while your best friend’s uncle plays with your cunt in public.” Mia’s thighs trembled. She tried to focus on her wine glass, but her breathing had grown shallow. Damien’s fingers pushed her panties aside and slid along her slick fold

“You are fucking soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet.” My fantasy of getting fucked over his table is now coming to reality, I whimpered as his fingers moved my panties and touched my pussy. He raised my skirt up to my waist with no hesitation, the cold air hit my wet panties making it extremely cold on my pussy. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on his cold glass desk, he removed my panties and shove my legs apart, wide and open, like a slut. His fingers traced the juice running down my thighs back to my pussy, rubbing my pussy and looking into my eyes. My skin tingled and breath hitched.

Until the only prayer she knows is my cock sliding in and out of her. I stood up and adjusted my robes. My balls ached. My mind would not rest. I walked to the small room where I keep my secrets. A locked drawer. Inside were small reminders of the others who came before her. A pair of panties. A little cross necklace. Notes they wrote me when they were too far gone to leave. But Diana is different. She is the one I want to keep. Not for a few weeks but forever. I want to hear her raw screams when I stretch her open. I want her moaning and crying while I pound into her.

Vicky’s fingers trailed lazily down my stomach, circling my navel before dipping lower to tease the still-swollen lips of my pussy. We were both drenched with sweat, and cum, the lingering slick from the double dildo now discarded on the nightstand. The room smelled thickly of sex— musky arousal, her jasmine perfume, and mine. Afternoon had bled into early evening, the light soft and golden through the half-closed blinds. She kissed the corner of my mouth, then whispered hot against my ear, “You said next time you wanted my fist. I’m not waiting for next time.”

I whimpered, my body writhing under his touch, my pleasure building to a crescendo. His tongue swirled around my nipple, sending electric sparks through my body. I could feel the wetness between my legs, they ache for more of his touch. Damien's hands roamed my body, exploring every inch of skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I reached down, tangling my fingers in his hair, urging him to take more. He complied, his mouth moving to my other breast, his tongue and teeth working in sync to drive me wild. I moaned his name, my body trembling with need.

I whispered as my p***y sent pulse after pulse to my brain. ‎Every flick of his tongue seemed to spark an electric feeling. All my nerves were centered at the one spot. I felt him enter me with one finger, drawing it out then pushing back in. In and out, in and out, until I was a groaning, writhing mess. Then it was two fingers f*****g my p***y as his mouth continued to treat my clit. ‎

And I'll gladly aid you in getting a magnificent orgasm. Magnificent orgasm stood out for me. It had me salivating for more. Hell, this Ryder could be a ghost for all I care! Had I ever thought of that? Instead I was consumed by how he intended to aid me in the erotic act. What if he was a gnome, or worst a one-eyed monster? I scoffed to myself. I should do well to stop reading all those horror fantasy books, they never do well to help me in my everyday life afterall. I ordered for a full mirror and it arrived later the following day which was a weekend. Placing it at the edge of the bedroom, positioned in a way that if one were to walk in, the first thing they noticed was the mirror.