Dirty Fan Fictions Novels & Stories

I glanced down at the screen. **Daniel:** *Already thinking about the next time I get you alone. Drive safe. And Sophie—don’t clean up when you get home. I want you sleeping with me still inside you tonight.* I kept one hand on the wheel and read the message twice. Then I smiled to myself, turned onto the highway, and left the lake house behind—still full of my best friend’s dad, and already counting the days until I’d be back.

I will not be some creature who wraps people in their web and drinks them dry. Thank the Goddess that at this moment I hate sex.

They loved the fantasy that I could be their sweet, secretly filthy neighbor. Drying off, I wrapped myself in a silk robe and settled onto the couch with my phone. Notifications poured in: new subscriber milestones, comments praising my latest scene, private messages from fans offering ridiculous sums for custom content. I answered a few, keeping my replies flirty but professional. Then I switched accounts, opening the carefully curated family-friendly I*******m where I posted sunsets, coffee art, and vague captions about “creative projects.” The two lives existed in parallel universes, and I was the only bridge between them.

It felt as though my fanning was having no affect. “Okay please, turn it up” I said, salaciously and very weakly, like a dying cat. This was more me manifesting a raunchy fantasy I had been daydreaming about; to have a proper man fuck me to the deepest depth of eternal damnation on a luxurious kitchen island. Charles was that man. It was this fantasy that had got me through those long lonely nights writing tasteles blog posts and wishing I had gone to beg Richard so we could go back to the era of fucking my brains out. Was I on glue or was something going to happen.

Forgot to give this friendly warning… This story contains: Gangbang, Anal, DP, TP, dirty language, and some others. Read at your own risk… . . Maddison stepped into her favorite underground sex club, hidden deep in the city’s seedy underbelly, and the second she crossed the threshold, the air hit her like a drug. It was the only air she’d ever truly breathed since she first started having sex. Inside, the energy was chaotic, every corner a fuck-fest begging to be joined, and her mouth watered, her body aching to dive in.

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

But Noah’s title stopped me cold. Dirty Desire. A nervous laugh escaped my mouth. Surely, I was imagining things, I had to be imagining things. Surely, this wasn’t what I thought it was. But when I opened the first page, my breath hitched. I couldn't believe my eyes. Noah hadn’t written a romance. He’d written a fantasy. His fantasy, a well detailed one at that. The words became more and more serious with each line: “She’s older, irresistible. Her voluptuous boobs pressed against my mouth”, “her wet pussy clenching tightly around me”, “her big fat ass bouncing against my hips.”

Kelly’s POV I stared at the blank notebook page, the Christmas lights twinkling on the tree across the room like they were mocking my secrets. It was Christmas Eve, and instead of baking cookies or wrapping gifts, I was spilling my guts, every filthy fantasy I'd buried since puberty. My pen scratched furiously: Handcuffed to the bed, blindfolded, while he teases me with ice cubes. Hot wax dripping on my thighs, his mouth soothing the burn. Deepthroating him until tears stream down my face, gagging but begging for more. Bent over, his cock slamming into my ass, raw and unrelenting. And a dozen more, each one dirtier than the last.

Alex's POV Another useless idle day spent in a boring office full of paperwork and awful bosses who treat me like trash. I was far too annoyed, far too stressed, as I began searching BDSM clubs, submission, and someone else taking control of your life. Somehow it sounded wild yet tugged something within me. The Vault was the name that kept popping up. That was the secret spot where real Doms played rough.

"But I may have imagined this scenario once or twice." Felix's laugh was low and sensual. "Only once or twice?" Before she could answer, his thumb found the damp center of her panties, pressing firmly against her clit through the silk. Wendy gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily. "So responsive," Felix murmured, increasing the pressure. "I've imagined making you wet like this during every boring budget meeting for the past year." His confession sent another rush of heat between her legs. "Tell me what you want," he commanded, his thumb now moving in slow circles. "I need to hear you say it."