Dirty Fan Fictions Novels & Stories

Alex felt the hot trickle start immediately, thick and obscene down his inner thigh. Damian stepped back half a step. Watched. His breathing was still ragged. Then two fingers slid back in—easy now, slick with come and lube—pushing everything that tried to leak back inside. Alex shuddered, oversensitive, hips twitching. Damian leaned over him, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “Clean yourself up,” he said, voice low and wrecked. “Don’t let it drip on my floor.” He pulled his fingers free, wiped them carelessly on Alex’s ruined shirt, then stepped away. Zipped himself up. Straightened his tie. Walked to the window like he hadn’t just fucked his assistant raw over client proposals.

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

“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.”

THEMES: Dark and Intense, Incubus- X- Human, Demon- X- Human, Filthy tone, Accidental demon summoning, Memory reading, Blackmail pre plot, Risky fuck, Public setting, Fucking in a Library, Aftercare, Revenge, Spell Gone Wrong, Spell circle, Trapped in a Spell circle rune.

She wanted me to paint her and I had. I finished reading the short fantasy story and I was completely out of breath. Panting, I realized with a start that I had started rubbing myself through my panties while I read his story. And my pussy was dripping generously. My father fantasized about cumming on my body? And my god, why was the idea of him drizzling his load on my tits and belly so arousing to me? And the "dirty talk" he had projected onto me. It was something I had never done before. Not for real. Was that really what he wanted from me? And why was even that thought so erotic to me?

CONTENT WARNING: Hotwife pimping fantasy unfolds – group use with anal focus, creampie overload, and husband cleanup humiliation; denial buildup, public-ish exposure, and submission kink. CHAPTER ONE "Who does this belong to? Who owns this, little girl?" He rubs her pussy in his hand. She's soaking wet, dripping. Her breathing is deep, a slight sigh with each breath. She moans softly with her eyes closed. She opens them and sees him inches from her pretty face.

I see a fantasy. A soft breath slips out as Daniel steps closer. His hand hovers near my hip, teasing me with the barest brush of his fingers. I straighten, every inch of my exposed body alive, every heartbeat tightening the suspense in my chest and core. "Hot," Daniel says from behind me. He hands me a small microfiber cloth. "Now, I want you to clean my table and chair. Seductively." I take the cloth, my face burning as I approach the desk. My hands tremble as I press the microfiber over the smooth surface.

I’m Leo, and yeah, you’re probably wondering how a guy who got dumped three weeks before Thanksgiving is now standing on a major adult film set about to fuck the one and only Chloe Vance. It all started with one dumb comment. I was venting to Marcus about the breakup when he leaned over my shoulder. “Dude, the studio just dropped a contest. Bad holiday? Spill your sad story in the comments and win a shoot with a top star. Might cheer you up.” “Type something,” he pushed. “Fine.” I typed fast: “Gf left me three weeks before Thanksgiving because my dick game is apparently mid. Now I’ll be alone jerking off to p**n instead of being in it. Thanks, Turkey Day.”

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.

​The figure smiled, revealing teeth made of "Dialogue-Fragments." ​"I’m the Ghostwriter," he said. "And I’ve been hired by your father’s Real-World Estate to file an injunction. But it’s gonna get messy." ​Suddenly, the red ink began to flood the 401st Chapter, turning the blue sky into a dark, rainy night in a city that shouldn't exist. ​[NARRATIVE ERROR: GENRE-FLIP DETECTED. ROMANCE-FANTASY IS NOW... NOIR-THRILLER.]