Novel & Cerita Erotic Fantasies

Or she might be scrupulously careful, not a hair in sight, and I’ll have to come up with another pretext to tie her up to that four-poster bed. Suddenly, I flash on an idea. What if I “make” Eva write down all her dirtiest fantasies as an assignment? An instant treasury of scripts for future games. I can hear her voice tremble as she reads—Then you bend me over your desk and lube my asshole with the ointment you keep tucked in the drawer for special “lessons”… I love fucking Eva in every hole, but nothing turns me on more than slipping deep inside her sweet, dirty mind.

Then I used two fingers circling my clit, then faster, my hips rocking up my hands. I leaned on the wall, with my legs wide opened as I thrust my fingers into my pussy. I started to imagine Jack’s cock stretching my pussy as he grinded his waist into mine, and his hand choking my neck as I held them myself. I couldn’t stop now, the imaginations, me fucking myself. I kept on feeling his tongue suck my nipples. Twirling his tongue on my tits as stroked his cock into me. I continued as my fingers went into my pussy faster.

I pressed my thighs together tighter under the desk, trying to ignore the growing throb between my legs. My nipples tightened against the lace of my bra, pressing noticeably against my blouse if the light hit just right. I hoped he wouldn’t notice. He continued, voice growing richer. “Degradation adds to the intensity. Calling her my filthy whore while she’s soaked and desperate. Pinning her down, yanking her hair, slamming into her from behind until she’s screaming. And breeding… the fantasy of pumping load after load into her unprotected pussy, filling her until she’s overflowing, imagining her swelling with my seed. Marking her as mine in the most primal way possible.”

"Yeah, and Jeremiah and Ezekiel do not let me forget it. How the hell was I supposed to know they like sharing women and would take me saying I wanted to fuck two men as an invitation?" "Oh my God," a woman gasps from the table next to us. I look over and see her hand coming to her neck, as if she's clutching invisible pearls. "You know it sounds hot." Laury laughs, and the woman turns away as Laury continues, "But the issue is that fantasies are fantasies for a reason. To give you something to wish for, not to actually follow through with. Because then, the fantasy turns out not to be what you thought it would."

“God… You’re taking my breath away. I get the worst erections every time I just think of you… of that sweet mouth of yours.” Blake slid his lips along her jawbone and down over her ear. He nuzzled her warmly. “Of course, it’s the same with your ears, and your neck,” he added as he pressed his lips there and she shivered. His hand rose and lightly touched the front of her neck. “Best not to think about your lovely throat,” he growled near her ear. “I have so many fantasies about you…” “What fantasies?” “I don’t think you’re ready to…”

Grabbing his phone, he opened a folder filled with Aaron's pictures, selecting one and placing it in front of him. With the belt loosened and his pants and boxer pulled down, Ederic's arousal responded eagerly to thoughts of Aaron, his body already stirred by his fantasies. "What a sinful desire, Ederic. Yet you still crave it," Ederic chastised himself, drawing in a deep breath before engaging in his private activity. He began jérking himself, using one hand to stroke while clutching his mobile in the other. The room echoed with his ragged breathing and the sound of his self-indulgence. His pleasure soared, but what he truly yearned for was a more unfiltered one. He longed for being fúcked

The fantasies are always the same, always escalating, always more depraved than the last. In my imagination, Marianna is a willing participant, eager to fulfill my every perverse whim. I see her lips wrapped around my cock, her tongue swirling around the head as she takes me deep into her throat. I hear the obscene sounds of her slurping and gagging, the wet slap of flesh against flesh as I fuck her face. The depravity of it all only fuels my arousal higher.

The mere recollection of our lips meeting sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't resist the temptation to let my imagination run wild. In the depths of my mind, I began to create wild fantasies, each more tantalizing than the last. I pictured covert meetings in his office, where the atmosphere crackled with anticipation, and our illicit kisses evolved into a hidden expression of longing. With each passing moment, the fantasies grew more vivid and visceral, igniting an irresistible fire within me.

They began to mumble at the cliff of their minds and thoughts. Eriwan hasn’t reached his peak yet. Until when will he be shaking me like this? Erito hasn’t reached his climax yet. As a matter of fact, he really possesses well, robust and long-lasting stamina as well as vitality. Until when will he be pumping me like this? Eriwan and Erito were still deep inside their lusting fantasy worlds, over and over. They still kept pumping their partners’ bodies again and again, on and on.

I cursed myself for entertaining such treacherous thoughts, but they persisted, flooding my mind with unwanted visions. I imagined the gentle brush of his fingertips, the soft caress of his lips, and the shiver-inducing sensation of his mouth on mine. My mind's eye conjured images of myself beneath him, arching in ecstasy as he awakened sensations I'd never known. The Darkness within me reveled in these depraved fantasies, refusing to relinquish its hold on my imagination.