Dirty Fanfics Novels & Stories

Underneath the screensaver was the F******k page of a man in his late forties. “This is my former brother-in-law Richard. The reason he divorced my sister was that he and I were having an affair.” Alice minimized the F******k page and opened a different picture of the same man, a picture of him much younger, at least ten years younger. Alice continued, “The F******k picture you just saw was current, and it’s what RIchard looks like in New Jersey where he lives today. This picture,” she indicated the younger one, “is what will come here when the Dirt blows in. He looks just like he did when I was having an affair with him all those years ago. He’s even wearing that stupid Kansas City Chiefs j

They made her crawl and clean both cocks with her tongue, licking every drop of cum, ass juice, and pussy cream. Lia lay there afterward, legs spread obscenely, covered in sweat, spit, and cum. Her holes twitched and leaked. She felt completely destroyed. And she fucking loved it. Ethan crouched down and shoved three fingers into her sloppy cunt, stirring the mess. “How do you feel?” “Like a whore,” she whispered hoarsely, smiling through the mess on her face. “Your filthy whore.” Jax laughed. “She’s ready for the team party tomorrow. Gonna let the whole locker room run a train on this cum-guzzling slut?”.

she whispered to me, "One of my fantasies is to be impregnated by my little brother, so that's what we're going to try now." The thought of fathering my sisters child disgusted me, but my body betrayed me once more as the thought of having sex was enough to get the blood flowing in my penis, as it stiffened up, ready to be put inside my sister. She shifted her way back down my body slowly, until I could feel the tip of my dick press against her underside, which was now so stiff it was pointing directly at it. I then noticed Tia had no panties on under her revealing lingerie, and I noticed how wet she was getting as she got up to start grinding along my shaft.

####### Author's Note: I have some stories already written on the platform that you can check out; 1. Moonchild; The Rise of the Lycans. 2. All shades of Passion (erotica) kindly read and them to your library. Love you all.

He leaned into Dante’s ear and whispered, voice dripping with filth: “Let’s see if you can fuck me till my pussy squirts, daddy.” His legs spread open. He was leaking. Dante went breathless. “Fuck, baby,” he growled.

he shouted angrily as his blazing eyes stared at me. “What the fuck do you want from me?”I shouted. I just want to be the quiet girl I've always been, without any attention. “We need to sort this out!,I don't know what you heard about me that's not true, you need to listen to me”Damian told me rapidly catching his breath. "They're kind of true Damian like it's also true I'm a slut. I fucking don't need an explanation from you.”he tried following me. “Don't pester me or go round telling me about how I mistook you”I warned him staring daggers at him

"You are a monster. A manipulative monster." Damien let out a low chuckle that made my skin crawl. He walked back over to the edge of the bed, towering over me, and I could smell the expensive tobacco and the smell of our previous lovemaking on our bodies. "You want a confession, Sophia? Fine," he murmured, leaning down until his face was inches from mine. His grey eyes looked so terrifying now. "I have fantasized about you over ever since you started working for me. I have stared at your mouth during board meetings wondering how loud you would scream if I bit your lip. I bought this hotel suite knowing damn well there was only one bed."

Not sexy, exactly, but something. I typed: For you baby. Goodnight. Opened her chat. Hit send. Then I saw the name at the top of the screen. Sebastian. No. No, no, no. I scrolled up with my heart beating so hard. The last message was weeks old… Dinner at Mom's. Sunday 6PM. Don't be late. I'd never replied. And now I had sent a shirtless photo to my stepbrother. My hands shook as I mashed out: wrong person wrong person wrong person Then I tried to delete it.

He ripped my thong aside and pushed two thick fingers deep inside me without warning. “You’ve been teasing me all night,” dream-Jax growled in my ear, voice low and rough. His fingers curled perfectly, stroking that spot that made my knees weak. “Now you’re going to take what you started, little sis.” I moaned loudly in the dream, gripping the counter as he finger-fucked me hard and fast. The wet sounds filled the kitchen. He bit my neck, then kissed me roughly, his tongue claiming my mouth while his fingers drove me closer and closer.

To deal with my frustration, I decided to stick to my usual routine. Back in England, after every uninspiring night with Heather, I’d pull out my phone and log into OnlyFans to watch my favorite creator, Regina Khalifa. She was an anonymous superstar, always wearing a signature blonde wig with pink stripes and a signature white pantomime mask. She was known for her incredible curves and a voice that could make a man lose control in seconds. I stood up, suddenly needing a bottle of water and some air. I crept out into the hallway, my footsteps muffled by the plush carpet. As I passed a bedroom, I heard it. A muffled, rhythmic sound.