Dirty Fanfic Novels & Stories

“Damien, I know you say it’s complicated, but I’m tired of being your secret. I want to be the one beside you. Not her. Not your past. Me.” I scoffed so hard I nearly choked. “Oh wow,” I said aloud, voice dripping with fake awe. “She writes fanfiction about her own affair. That’s dedication.” And before the salesgirl could respond, I let the letter slip from my fingers right into the still-wet cologne puddle. I turned to face her, her eyes wide as saucers. “Maybe,” I said with a dazzling smile, “you should get someone to clear this room. Wouldn’t want anyone to think I'm making a mess on purpose.”

Men on the other hand are either envious of his looks and his rich successes, friend and foe or are scared as hell of his persona and/or what he can do when he is in his ¨Angel of death mode¨….. Hates betrayal and liars, punishment is near dead or wishing you were actually dead…… Loves his younger sister Alexa who he is taking care of since their parents death. FL: Daniella Saphira. A beautiful, kind hearted soul, sweet and a bit innocent sometimes, maybe even a touch naive. 20 years old, sky blue eyes, long light brown hair, creamy skin with a figure to die for! Men are lusting over her and women are envious of her

I was so close to my orgasm and we both knew it because he started to place kisses down my body. “Fuck, baby girl,” he pulled back to look down at me. “You’re such a greedy little girl, aren’t you? Are you going to cum just by dry humping me?” I nodded biting down on the inside of my cheek to reign in my moan but he wasn’t having any of it because he slapped my ass- hard. “You don’t get to take those sounds from me. I want anyone listening to know exactly what I’m doing to you.”

"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."

Haha. “I am so close to shoving your ass against the tree and humping your brains out, Chester Kain. I swear I am going to rip you into two,” Danielle fumed through the mindlink. Oh ! So we had come to full name basis from “babe” now ? Wow ! Just wow. What happened to we will love him forever ? And take care of him ? Pretty little liars. Hmfph ! “What the fvck is wrong with you, Danielle ?” Aira and Zeneca screamed through the mindlink together. “Why would you describe something so arousing so vividly,” they groaned. “How can we stop thinking about that now ?” they whined.

I stared at the ceiling fan spinning lazily above me, my heart still hammering between my legs. Four days until I see Marcus. I sighed, stretching lazily to pick up my phone. I clicked on stop and then scrolled to daddy in my contacts and hit send. “I can't wait to have that big dick of yours inside of me daddy…see you soon.” Then I flopped back, still leaking. A nagging urge pulled me to check my chats, but tiredness took over. Sleep crept in while Marcus filled my thoughts. A part of me wished the chats had won.

“Power requires witness. Fertility requires sacrifice. And because I want them to see exactly who this perfect young body belongs to now.” He pressed two fingers harder against my clit, rubbing in tight circles until my legs trembled. I grabbed his suit jacket to stay upright. “You’re already dripping for it, aren’t you?” His voice dropped even lower. “My filthy little niece. Been touching yourself thinking about your uncle’s cock while your father was dying downstairs. Such a dirty girl.” A broken moan escaped me. I was so close again right there on the edge from nothing but his hand and his filthy words. Darius suddenly pulled his hand away. I nearly cried at the loss.

My cunt was fluttering around his fingers, getting tighter and wetter with every pump. He was finger fucking me hard now, the water splashing over the edges of the tub as my hips bucked and my tits bounced in his other hand. I could feel myself getting close already, the pressure building low in my belly while my mind screamed how fucked up this was. This is my stepdad fingering my pussy in the bathtub after my boyfriend dumped me and I’m about to cum on his hand. I’m such a dirty slut for this. It feels too good to stop.

Tyler leaned back in his chair, legs spread wide. “Good girl. Tell us one fantasy you’ve never told your husband. Something dirty that gets that married pussy wet when you’re alone.” I laughed a little, shifting on the couch, feeling the damp spot growing in my panties. My mind raced back to nights touching myself thinking about rough hands and filthy words. “Okay, truth. Sometimes I imagine getting fucked by more than one guy at once. Not gentle. Hard, pinning me down, taking turns until I’m shaking and dripping everywhere. Jake would freak if he knew I thought about shit like that.”

“Oh my god, I totally forgot I was trying to be a sexy maid for you.” He chuckled, playing with my loose hair. “It’s okay.” I pouted and smoothed out the skirt. “I wanted to play out this whole fantasy, but I ruined it.” Damon tugged at the lock of hair, his eyes darkening. “Tell me about this fantasy.” I swallowed and whispered, “I… I am a naughty maid who sneaks into your room and finds your sex toys. And when you find me, you punish me.” He raised his brow. “I don’t have any sex toys here.”