Erotic Fantasies Novels & Stories

She leaned against the tile wall as she found her clit and stroked it. Back and forth, she caressed herself, her hips gyrating as her wanton mind pictured Javier at her breast and Ethan on his knees, pleasuring her sex. Totally forbidden, so not what she wanted, but the erotic fantasy excited her like nothing she'd ever imagined and she rubbed herself with quick, slick strokes.

She said with a sexy tone as she opened a hidden door to the truly frightful dreams she didn't typically allow herself to contemplate. Her groin had burst into flames, and she spread her legs and fingered herself while Robert was in the vehicle with her. She adored showing Robert her pussy. It was inevitable before her most out of this world fantasies worked out as expected. Erica went into her folks' room naked. Her mom had a 12-inch dark elastic rooster, and she was so thankful to her. It went into her mouth without an idea about her mom's juices actually being on it, she couldn't have cared less. She sucked it, groaning Robert's name. She had never been so stirred in her life. It was an u

' My beast coos in my mind. I look down to the ground, avoiding their intense gaze. She flashes dirty images of all of my mates worshiping my body and roaming every area with their mouths and hands. I feel my abdomen heat up and fill with butterflies, and my core instantly gets wet from her erotic fantasies. My body was covered in goosebumps, sending a shiver down my spine at the thought of them all over me.

“I won’t warn you again. Get out.” “You can’t tell me you don’t want me. I know you do,” Erica said freeing her hands away from my grasp. She ran her hands on my back and traced them with her fingers, “I know you want to fuck me,” She whispered. “I’m offering myself to you, act out all your fantasies on me.” She held up her panties to my face. It scented disgusting. It scented like cherries when we first got together and she knew I liked her scent but right now, I wanted that thing out of my face.

I almost laughed, but I bit it back, Instead, I leaned even closer, my lips nearly brushing the screen. "But Father, it's so hard. These fantasies... they get worse every time. I dream about him pinning me down, fucking me hard and wild, his dick slamming into my womb, like he can't control himself. I want him to grab my throat, to slap my ass while he pounds into me from behind. I wake up wet, my pussy throbbing, and I have to finger myself just to get through the day, but the thought of wanting him even while fingering myself is something I don't know how to explain"

, I asked cuz damn those eyes "Just admiring how hot you are", he said with a smirk. "So tell me, what are your fantasies?", he asked. I blushed deeply, oh my Gosh what the fuck, "What are you talking about?". Yeah like I have zero idea what he's talking about. "You know, those nasty things you've thought of doing, it doesn't have to be normal, fantasies are definitely not normal you know " I paused to think. What are my fantasies? usually it use to be having sex with a guy but I've already done that so, what else?

With his relentless stamina, he claimed me senseless every single time, wringing orgasm after orgasm from my willing body. After Eric had satisfied me, I noticed a real difference. I could wear a skirt without feeling awkward, travel on crowded subways without being triggered, and even attend swimming lessons I had previously avoided. It was all due to Eric's method. It worked, and only through this could my cravings be satisfied and my symptoms stay at bay. However, Eric had some unusual fetishes. He enjoyed involving others in our play. He would bring in his friends and classmates. They were all refined adults whom I would typically be attracted to, but I truly loved only Eric.

His voice would be low and rough in my ear: “You’ve been teasing me all summer, Elena. Walking around in those tight dresses… You need this, don’t you? You need your stepson’s cock stretching this neglected pussy.” The dirty words in my head made me whimper. I added a fourth finger, stretching myself open as I imagined how much thicker he would feel. I pictured him pulling out suddenly, spinning me around, and forcing me down onto my knees. The water would stream over my face as he slapped his heavy cock against my tongue before pushing it down my throat, fucking my mouth while gripping my wet hair. “Yes… fuck…” I gasped, my hips grinding desperately against my hand. Then the fantasy shifted

I wondered what it would feel like to experience that kind of ecstasy. Trying to focus on the moment, I began to slowly move my fingers in gentle circles, feeling the tender flesh respond to my touch. Waves of pleasure rippled through me, awakening desires I had never fully explored before. It was a delicate dance between self-discovery and a hint of guilt, knowing that I was engaging in something so intimate. As my breathing quickened and my body responded with increasing fervor, I couldn't help but imagine Hottie's hands caressing my skin, his lips leaving a trail of fiery kisses along my body. The intensity of my fantasy escalated, my mind intertwining with the sensations coursing through

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