Novel & Cerita Dirty Fan Fictions

“To her. To both of us. I don’t know. It’s blurry.” Delilah lets out a bark of laughter. “Okay, great. Now you’re starring in your own fanfiction.” “It’s not funny.” “It’s hilarious. You need a therapist. Or a priest.” “I’ve been reading these books, okay? The kind where the guy is dangerous and obsessive and completely wrong, but the girl still falls for him because he sees all of her. And I keep imagining Professor Montelli with his hand in my hair and his mouth at my throat and—”

The smell hit me hard, and my clumsy attempts to chug it simply made me choke and cough violently. Once I was tipsy, I started to type furiously on my phone. However, I ended up deleting everything. Suddenly, a lean figure appeared at the door. It was a man with a gentle look. When Mandy caught sight of her boyfriend, her expression instantly fell. "I can explain… Would you believe me if I said I came here to gather research for my fanfiction?" In response, the man came over and dragged Mandy away. "Mandy, if you want to write your fanfiction, you can use my body for research. Do I not have enough material for you? How about we work harder when we get home, hmm?"

Kane stood directly in front of her now, so close she could smell his clean, masculine scent. “Interesting,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “You wrote an entire pornographic fantasy about your professor. And then submitted it as coursework.” “I didn’t mean to,” she whispered, mortified. “It was a private document. I must have copied the wrong file.” Kane tilted her chin up with two fingers, forcing her to meet his intense gaze. “Do you touch yourself while writing these stories, Lila? Do you imagine my cock stretching that tight little college pussy while you finger yourself at night?”

When he finally did, I went to the airport to pick him up. "Hey man," he said as we hugged shortly. "Hey," I said. "Journey was good?" He nodded. "Sat near some hot chick from Arizona. We'll be meeting up tomorrow night. Hope I'll get some. From what you've said, this Lilith Hellman might be some man hating prude otherwise she would be writing fan fiction about you not hate fiction." "Shes a journalist. She doesn't write fiction." He chuckled. "You know what I mean."

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The blog is my escape, anonymous and raw, where I can fuck without consequences. I open the dashboard, my pulse quickening as I see the comments on my last post—a BDSM fantasy of a professor tying me up, whipping my ass until I begged. Hundreds of readers ate it up, their words hungry, desperate. “DarkScribe” commented again: "You’re dancing with danger, writer." My stomach twists, a mix of fear and thrill, but I ignore it. Tonight’s post will be filthier, bolder—a public office fuck that’ll make my readers’ pulses race. My fingers hit the keys, the words pouring out like blood, a fantasy so vivid my clit pulses with every sentence.

My legs felt like they'd give out. And then my brain started working again. What the fuck just happened? I let my stepbrother jerk me off in a janitor's closet. No, that's not right. I didn't just let him. I wanted it. I ground against him like a dog in heat. I bit him. I told him to shut me up. What is wrong with me? He's supposed to be the rich asshole who ignores me. He's supposed to be the guy whose best friend fucked my girlfriend. He's not supposed to make me feel like this. Like I'm not invisible. Like I matter. Like? I'm something worth looking at.

Fill her deep with load after load so she cannot hide who bred her. My clit throbbed so bad I had to shift in the chair pressing my legs tighter to ease the ache but it only made me wetter. I could feel my panties getting damp the longer I read his raw fantasies about breaking in with a girl who sounded exactly like me. My pussy pulsed with every filthy word, my mind flashing unwanted images of him doing those things to me right here on this desk. Footsteps sounded right outside the door. I panicked and tried to shove the journal back but my hands fumbled and it landed half open on the desk just as the door swung open.

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Maybe that's why my mom married him, after all he doesn't even have a stable job! I watched as Evelyn walked up to him and made him watch as she slipped a finger into herself. "I'm so wet, Frank. I need your hard dick in me right now. I want you to fuck me silly. Make me your fucking cum slut.". She moaned, gripping Frank's hardened dick from his trousers. I heard Frank groan. God, her dirty talk was quickly breaking down any control that he had left. "Fuck," she moaned as she continued to finger her tight pussy. She was voluptuous, and I'm sure Frank was imagining himself grabbing her waist as he fucked hard into her, her screaming at him not to stop. God, I was becoming wet.