Dirty Fantasy Novels & Stories

“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.”

When he releases, his shout shakes the entire forest and I’m pretty sure if any creature had been planning on making us dinner, they’d be running in the opposite direction. I crumple to the ground in a boneless heap, barely able to open my eyes, much less cover up. Dorian and Kieran take turns fucking me throughout the night, giving me more orgasms than I’d ever thought was possible. By morning, I’m deliciously sore and I’m not so sure I wanna kill them anymore. Actually, I don’t think I wanna be found by my parents.

The more I stroked myself, the more horny I became until the horse came to a halt as I hurriedly pulled up my pants, hoping I had not given off sexual pheromones. I could barely breathe. All I wanted was to quench the undying need for sex. My pussy growled and begged for cock, as it stood the only reasonable thing that could quench this growing pleasure. Suddenly I heard a fierce growl coming from afar. It was a Lycan. It scared the horses as they struggled to get away despite being tied to a tree branch. I lifted up my eyes to see a white fur Lycan racing towards our direction—Lord Fenrik. The rider had fled at the sound of the Lycan, leaving me alone in the cage.

There's no need to foreplay to get her wet as her blood acts as a natural lubricant. "I don't think it's a good idea, we're dirtying the bed," Sumire said shyly, blushing hard and unable to look into his eyes. Her hair spread messily on the bed as she was panting. The heavy flow of her blood started to make a mess on the white sheet. "You look hot when you're messy." He breathed, taken by her beauty as always. Mort admired the hot and erotic scene in his sight. Her face glowing in red and eyes half-closed, he felt her burning in desire to take her.

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

She knew it was wrong, but the idea of being used and abused by these men turned her on more than she cared to admit. As she crawled out from under the desk, Ron's cum still smeared across her face, Pam knew she was in for a wild ride. She had no idea what the future held, but she was ready to embrace it, no matter how dirty or depraved it might be.

As she watched him being driven away, she knew that this was just the beginning of a complex and dangerous dance, one that would test the limits of her professionalism, her desire, and her very soul. This was the fourth criminal she was fucking and she knew she wasn't stopping anytime soon. These criminals are so hot and she wasn't ready to let go. Note: if you want more of Camila, you can request for it and I might create a book for that purpose.

But the amount of sacrifices I had to make, the kind of things I had to do, the amount of dirt I had soiled my hands in, I can't even begin to talk about it, but it's really bad. but then again, no big money comes clean. That I have to handle along side with our chicken only Restaurant; The hot pot And then the Fitness home; Legs up and then the Club; Garden of Eden, where sin was born. I've been thinking of a lot of things lately but Charlie just seems to take a large space in my head and it's somehow annoying because.. I've never had to deal with these kind of feelings before until I met him, I don't know if I'm going crazy or I actually like him

“You’ve done that before, and I’m hoping this whiskey will keep an old anger in check.” Leaning back, she crossed her legs. “You want to know a secret?” I blinked at her aloofly, not interested in whatever it is she wants to make known. “You do not seem interested, but I’ll make it known, so you wouldn’t repeat the same mistake. That slap didn’t make me angry or push me away, if anything, it turned me on.” This bitch is crazy. “I love being submissive to a sadist, so I’m used to the pain.” She opened the file and signed on it, sealing the deal with S.H. “You want to know another secret?” She pushed the file towards me.

She was drenched, embarrassingly so, the kind of wet that made obscene sounds when she spread her folds and slid two fingers inside, then three, stretching herself the way she had earlier, imagining it was him, imagining that thick, hard length she had felt pressing against her pushing in slow and relentless, splitting her open, filling the ache that had become her constant companion. She rolled onto her back, knees falling wide, hips lifting off the bed as she fucked herself deeper, palm grinding against her clit with every thrust of her fingers. Her other hand kneaded her breast roughly, pinching the nipple hard enough to make her cry out into the pillow. She pictured his tattooed forearms