Erotic Fantasies Novels & Stories

I know I don't want it to happen but creating it as a fantasy is amping me up, even after we hear Josh’s footsteps walking away from my door. Charlie swipes his fingers across my wet clit and my imagination turns to the thought of my wall being made of glass and everyone in our office is watching us. My erotic screams are muffled beneath Charlie’s hand as I come undone. Charlie’s lips are on mine before I can even process what is happening, his tongue swirling in my own passionately to disguise his grunts. With my core pulsating rapidly around his rock-hard cock, he expels his load into me. I lean back against his chest and he bundles his arms around me, holding me tightly against his body.

There was seemingly nothing she wouldn't do, with cocks so impossibly big and thick, I was sure they'd have torn the real me in half if I even tried! I swallowed nervously. I needed to leave. I needed to run away, and wash my brain out with bleach, and pretend I'd never seen any of this! Daddy was entitled to his fantasies... it wasn't like he'd ever tried to actually do anything to me! It was just... just a private, dirty little dream, is all. Not something he would ever act on. I knew that much for sure. There was nothing wrong with it, not really, not as long as a fantasy was all it was. Didn't most girls have rape fantasies? I'd thought about that myself, from time to time... having a gu

Isabella echoed, "We can't take more. Please fuck us." He groaned, cock leaking pre-cum on the sheets. "Beg proper. Lose those virginities together?" They nodded frantic, voices overlapping: "Yes, Daddy! Take our cherries. Breed us side by side." Dark fantasies spilled from him—climbing over Sophia first, cock rubbing her slick entrance. "Feel that, baby? Daddy's thick head teasing your tight hole." He pushed shallow—the stretch burning sweet, her walls gripping. "So pure. Gonna ruin you."

“I mean I know the obvious reasons, but I have been doing a lot of reading and many believe the myths tend to be very erotic, the stuff of sexual fantasies.” She nodded. “I think humans like the idea of being free to do anything their hearts desire. Imagine being beautiful and seeing someone you were attracted to. Imagine there being no rules about what you could or couldn’t do with that person. No one would dare stop you or lecture you for the way you liked sex or how often you liked it.” I felt an odd stirring. She spoke very openly about sex. Not just sex, but eroticism. “I suppose that would certainly remove some inhibitions.”

When my core clenched in reaction, his eyes widened. I confessed, “When I imagined sucking you off, I started finger-fucking myself. In my mind, you fed your cock between my lips. You came in a flood, and I drank you down.” His hands started to shake. Brows drawn, he rasped, “True?” “True. It was mi fantasia, just a fantasy. But as I orgasmed I was licking my lips for more.” Roman was ahocked. At that, his shaft thickened until he could barely move. “It’s my fantasy too. Woman, the things you make me think . . .”

At least the coffee stain is gone. No matter how hard I try, I can't un-hear their vocalizations. With each step toward my desk, my erotic fantasy lessens and my fury builds. I'm not against a good orgasm as a great way to start the day, but shit. Do it in bed. Have it brought on by your favorite battery-operated boyfriend. Have it brought on by long, thick masculine fingers or better yet, a hard, large cock. I try not to put a face with any of those fantasies, especially one with shining green eyes.

“I can hear every filthy thought in your mind. You crave it when I call you my little Juno. You remember how tight your cunt gripped my cock, how wet you were, how loudly you were screaming my name, and how passionate it felt when my fangs slightly bite your neck while I fuck you hard.” His words were degrading but it was exactly what filled my mind. The revelation was crushing, terrifying. My chest heaved with shallow breaths. “Get out of my head, please,” I whimpered. Eryx chuckled darkly. “Can’t. You and I share more than blood now. We share hunger. We share thoughts. Every dirty little daydream you try to shove away? I’ll taste it.” His thumb dragged across my trembling lips. “So go on.

That's why I gave myself to him voluntarily, no complain, no fear, and no thinking. I touch the bedsheet and it seemed new, it's soft and more comfy to laid in. So, I decided to seated and rush down my fingers while waiting for him. My body reacting to my very naughty fantasies, and this is really weird. I mean, once in my life I never done this, making such fantasies using him and that is naughtiest. "Erika," his voice made me looked around. I stood up and waited for him to approach me, "Grayson..."

"Wait... what?" "He likes to force me to do slutty things," she explained. "He makes me do stuff and we talk about it when we have sex afterward. After I saw how big your cock was, we used it multiple times in our fantasies. I mean... we fantasized about me doing stuff with it." Dex was struggling to comprehend everything, looking from Alec back to Erin.