Dirty Fanfics Novels & Stories

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

"What do you think?" Julia smiled. "You are a sadistic genius," she said. Michael pulled the blade sharply upward and Mickey screamed until Julia got sick of it and stuffed a bar towel into his mouth. She leaned over him. "Now, listen to me you fat wanker. This is just a dream, so my friend hasn't really cut off your tiny little dick. Thing is, when you wake up, it'll be just like he has. You won't be able to get it up, and I doubt you'll have much interest in sex anyway."

Imagining pumping deep inside you. They kept texting for another hour, the conversation getting even dirtier. Fantasies about his office, his car, him making her suck him under the table at a dinner. By the time Mia finally put her phone down, her body was spent, thighs sticky, and a lazy smile on her face. She didn’t know what she had just started. But she already couldn’t wait for tomorrow night.

The text under the image scrolled like captions: ROUND 3: CARNIVAL. AUTHOR STRAIN: MODERATE. PLAYER LOSS: ACCEPTABLE. I snapped the book shut. The image folded in on itself and vanished. “These are… logs,” I said. “Narratives, the way *it* tells them.” “Correction,” SML said, pulling a volume labeled GAME CITY – MINI-GAMES from the shelf and flipping it open. “It’s fanfic. Bad fanfic. Look at this.” We leaned in.

****** Sam's stepfather shares her body with his friends. This story features reluctance and non-consent as well as sex between a stepfather and his daughter. It is rough and hard and deeply unrealistic. This is fiction and only fiction, every fictional character is over eighteen and it should be read as fantasy, entirely unrelated to anything remotely acceptable in the real world. Nothing about this is okay, but it is hot to read fictional characters experiencing it. Enjoy. ******

I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky. “I saw the way you looked at my dick at Coverts,” he whispered, not letting up on his assault on my clit, his lips tracing along my jawline. “I was so hard. You had on that yellow lingerie set that glowed against your skin. I wanted to bend you over and fuck you so badly. That young dude wasn’t going to get this pussy.” With that, he moved his attention from my clit, sliding two fingers inside my hot, already-drenched pussy. He worked his fingers until they were fully coated and soaked. “But I knew it wasn’t time. I’m patient. I can wait.”

It sits there and hums, a low, steady thing, like a small engine under the floor. In my room, I closed the door and leaned on it, eyes shut, mouth open, the way you do when you’ve sprinted up stairs and pretended to be fine. I unzipped the dress and slid it off. I hung it back on the padded hanger and stared at it. It looked innocent. It was not. My phone buzzed. Say it, he wrote. What? I sent. Say you’ll stop, he wrote. I lay on my bed and stared at the ceiling. The fan made a soft tick at each turn.

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.”

… Clinging to the 18 male hosts Mandy had hired, I bawled my eyes out. Sipping on a cocktail, she laughed at how pathetic I was. "Oooh, looks like you like him!" Was she serious? I was heartbroken after being abandoned, yet there she was, rubbing salt on my wounds. "Hmm, fake incest—just my thing! I'm definitely writing fanfiction about you two tonight. If you like him then just jump his bones! Once you get into it, you'll forget all about everything else…" Pursing my lips, I retorted, "You're one to talk. Why aren't you making a move after hiring so many men?"

“That’s rude.” “It’s fine.” I push my hair back. “He, uh, cheated on me with his assistant,” I blurt it all out fast, like ripping off a Band-Aid. The truth will come out sooner or later, and things can get twisted when spread through the rumor mill. “Ugh, I can’t stand cheaters.” Danielle shakes her head, speaking with enough emotion to make me think she’s dealt with it in the past too. “I’m sorry.” “Thanks. Though really, I’m fine. I probably should have broken up with Todd months before, but you know how it is when you’re in a familiar routine.”