Dirty Fantasy Novels & Stories

Be honest, what’s the worst, filthiest thing you’ve ever done for money? I’ll give you a minute to think about that. Think very closely… Great, now I’ll tell you what mine is… sex. Filthy dirty sex where I was used like a whore and worse; it wasn’t even by a man. It was a woman. A powerful, rich woman who turned out to be exactly the kind of dirty fantasy my body had been craving for years.

I remember how good he felt and how I hated it when the dream was over, I was left wanting more. “Not God, Dara.” He bends down, his forked tongue grazing across the shell of my ear. “Your devil.”The headboard slams into the wall and I lift my hands to grab the edge, to try to silence it so my neighbours don’t hear. Rafe growls and pins my wrists above my head. “Let them hear. I want everyone to hear how I’m claiming you. How I’m fucking you. How I’m going to make you scream. How I’ll make you beg.” He lowers his voice, licking the fresh bite on my neck. “How I’ll take you so hard, so rough, you’ll beg me to stop.” He slams into me just as his tentacle suctions to my clit while the other sli

I stutter and close my thigh together, only for my swollen and wet cunt lips to rub together and elicit a new sensation in my core. What is this? “Just fingering Lydia by the pool side” Kandy says dirtily and my jaw drops open, a moan slipping out instead of a protest and I see my step daddy's jaw tick. He fold his fingers into a fist like he's holding back, he looks so sexy like that. “Kandy that's inappropriate, Lydia is a good girl” he says, sounding like he's restraining himself from yelling at us but Kandy's smile only widen. The tension between the two of them causes my pussy to pulse again with an even stronger want and wronger need…raw and dirty.

Darian whispered in Fahira's ear before leaving a small bite on her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine. Darian chuckled as he saw the orange color spread from Fahira's face to her fair neck. He lowered his head and planted a wet kiss on her white neck, teasing her sensitive spot, which had become his new hobby. Seeing the flicker of desire in Fahira's eyes intensified, Darian didn't want to waste the opportunity. He connected their lips again, and without realizing it, Fahira's body bumped against the edge of the bed, causing her to fall back. Quickly, Darian pinned Fahira's body and swiftly satisfied his desires in just 10 minutes.

Indeed the innocent ones, are wilder. Diasy had refused to have sex with any man, wanting to keep herself for her uncle, with hopes, she’ll one day get to do it with him. In as much as she always masturbates thinking of him, she had little to no experience of what the real sex was like. “You know it's rape if you take advantage of me.” She said in a low, shaky voice. He was now so close that she could feel his breath on her face. She froze and was rooted to the spot when he bent over to nibble her ears, her body going wild with new excitement that she didn't know she could experience.

Neat black blazer, sleeves perfectly pushed up, coffee in one hand, phone in the other. The kind of man that ruined your life. Ryan was here for one thing - an interview for the office secretary position. She could NOT mess this up. Ding. Then — THUD. The elevator jerked violently and stopped. The lights flickered. Ryan grabbed the rail. “What was that?” Ethan finally looked at her. Really looked at her. His eyes were a stormy grey. “You have got to be shitting me,” he muttered. Ryan rushed to the doors, banging on them with both fists.

How I suck on your earlobe while I say dirty things to get you off without even touching your clit. LonelyGirl: Please touch my clit. Your fingers felt so good. I want your tongue tracing me everywhere. LimberJack: Greedy girl! Marathon, not a sprint. But not gonna lie I love that you are as turned on by me as I am by you. LonelyGirl: We have to add pictures and videos to this app. LimberJack: Fuck yes we do! That's brilliant. You. Are. Brilliant. LimberJack: And sexy, wanted by at least two other men, who knows how many others. But who do you belong to.

In that case, all bets would be off. . . . . . THE END . . . . . Ember Casey is a USA Today bestselling author who writes books about wicked billionaires, Hollywood bad boys, playboy princes, and rugged adventurers. The other stories in her bestselling Fontaines of Hollywood series include The Lies Between the Lines (Luca's story!), The Secret to Seduction, The Mystery of You, and the Thrill of Temptation.

I could see the bulge growing in his pants thick and obvious. My mouth watered thinking about freeing it tasting the salt and heat of him while he graded papers like nothing was happening. “Fuck you’re dangerous,” he muttered his fingers brushing my shoulder light but electric. “That youthful spark makes me want to ruin the good girl act. Pull those jeans down and see how soaked the forbidden talk got you.” We kept talking like that, the words getting filthier. He asked about my fantasies and I spilled them all. How I touched myself last night thinking of his mouth between my legs licking slowly then sucking hard until I came shaking.

"Try me. I doubt a little girl and her wolf could have any fantasy that would shock me." "My wolf imagines you like the last time we saw you, bleeding from what was left of your dick, blood coming out of the slash marks on your chest. She pictures you naked running through the woods, terrified as she chases you down and pounces on your back. She would like to bite a chunk out of your arms or shoulders, slash you again with her claws. Then let you up, force you to run again. Give you the false hope that you might outrun her and then pounce again. She likes the idea of you naked, bleeding, lying on the ground. She wants you to be exhausted. Then she will begin biting your dick off piece by pie