Erotic Fantasies Mga Nobela at Kwento

“We can still call this off.” I turned in his arms and kissed him deeply, tasting the whiskey on his tongue. “I’m nervous,” I admitted, my voice soft. “But I’m also incredibly turned on. I want this for us. I want to feel desired in a new way… and I want to give you this fantasy.” His hands squeezed my ass possessively. “God, I love you.”

Tyler was just a face from the past. But the second day he leaned over my desk to look at something on my screen, and the scent of his cologne hit me, and my body remembered every private fantasy I’d ever had about him. My nipples tightened under my blouse. Heat pooled low in my belly. I crossed my legs and tried to focus on the spreadsheet in front of me while his arm brushed mine. By the end of the week I was wet every time he said my name.

On her laptop screen, two women were having passionate lesbian sex, one licking the other. I bit my lip hard. I didn’t know she was into girls. The sight of her touching herself like that made my own pussy throb instantly. I should have left. But I couldn’t move. Lynn’s fingers moved faster. She moaned louder, her hips lifting off the bed. “Fuck… yes…” she whispered. I slipped my hand into my shorts without thinking. I was already wet. I rubbed my clit slowly, watching her. My breath was shaky. I had fantasized about her so many times, but seeing her like this was something else.

As if I needed any more distractions in my life, now I had to deal with men walking around in gray sweatpants making me question everything I thought I knew about myself. I couldn't describe how many times I fantasized about this man. I used to imagine myself as the damsel being claimed by the main male character whenever I read an erotica, particularly a Viking one while laying in bed and stimulating myself with two fingers on my clit and Sebastian's face would flash before my eyes whenever I came undone.

“Meeting the eyes of a handsome stranger in a bar full of people, he crosses the room, grabs me by the hand, and pulls me into the restroom. Before I can blink, we’re making out, hot and heavy. His hands are all over me, under my shirt, down my jeans. Circling my nipples, then pinching just hard enough to make me gasp, and slipping a thick finger into my soaking pussy at the same time. I can’t even see him, but I can feel his thick, fat cock rubbing all over my ass, teasing between my cheeks, before he finally thrusts deep inside me and starts to fuck me, hard and fast. . .” I swallow hard. I can feel my panties soaked already and I’m only on the first damn question. Shit. I am not even this

Ericka misses Darwin's touch that night while she is alone with her kids. “While our two small children play outside the bedroom, he likes to frequently caress and lick every part of my body and check it with kisses. When making a passionate, romantic love offering, he is very aggressive. I teach my children to play outside and watch television first so that their father will enjoys sex with me because I miss his touch as well.” Ericka frequently seizes the opportunity to stay with him in order to satiate his erotic cravings and stop looking for other women to have sex with when he is gone from her.

“Did you receive my letters?” He nodded. “Yes, I did but I was too busy to reply. Forgive me.” I scoffed and stepped backwards from him, tears filling my eyes. “You say you love me but you don’t even tell me when you’re leaving and you don’t reply to my letters. I have been horny for fourteen days, Eric. Crazily horny. I touch myself every night in the dark while thinking about you. I have these wild fantasies that I fight so hard not to have, but I can’t stop because my husband is not here.”

She said, "Don't worry about it. Look all you want. It's not like I'm going to lose anything." She really didn't care. She was showing off her smooth legs right in front of me and letting me stare all I wanted. I smiled back and said, "You're really something. Those are the prettiest legs I've ever seen." And just like that, we started chatting back and forth. It turned out that her name was Lauren Ward. She had a boyfriend, but he could never satisfy her. Every time they were together, he would be done after just a few moments. The more frustrated Lauren became, the more she craved release, so she started using toys to take care of herself.

The contrast of his calloused palms on my sensitive skin made me cry out. “You've been dreaming about this?” he asked, pulling my shin up to meet his eyes. “Yes,” I gasped as his thumb circled my nipple. “What did you dream? Tell me.” “I dreamed... you'd suck them. Hard. That you'd bite them a little. That you'd make me cry out.” My tongue kept spilling every dirty fantasy I’d harbored. “That you'd then push me down, rip my robe off and just.. look at me. Look at all of me before you.. before you…”

His soft groans in my ear, my arms around him as I cry in ecstasy. A wave of arousal washes through me at the dirty image. My panties grew damp. I guess the desk isn’t only good for intimidating. I could see us doing that and more there. I didn’t mind the thought, which is why I didn’t try to get rid of it. Besides, I was alone. I could let myself have a few forbidden fantasies. No one's gonna know. With those words of encouragement. I walked to the desk and rounded it to stand behind it. I imagined Lucian sitting there, his face twisted into a frown as he did his work. Being the workaholic he is.