Erotic Fantasies Novels & Stories

I imagined Kieran on his knees in front of me, that golden smile gone as his tongue replaced the spray with slow, teasing licks turning hungry, sucking my clit between his lips while his hands gripped my ass. Then Jax, behind me, his rough palms sliding up my wet body, fingers digging into my hips as he pressed that thick, hard cock against me, whispering filthy promises against my neck. The fantasy pulled a real moan from my throat. I switched the setting to a harder, more concentrated pulse and pressed the shower head tighter against my pussy. The water beat against me in fast waves, making my clit throb and my inner walls clench around nothing. I was dripping, slick mixing with the shower

Her fingers grazed her breasts, teasing the hardened tips of her nupples before sliding lower, tracing down her stomach to the opening between her thighs. Damien’s breath caught. His trousers tightened painfully, the ache nearly unbearable. He wanted to just bang the door open and bend her over and fuck the living hell out of her body but it was against his work description. He has never felt this way for any model before,it was always posing,drawing and paying off. She gasped softly, her hand moving in slow circles, her legs quivering as she touched herself. Her reflection in the mirror revealed everything, her flushed face, her parted lips, the way her eyes fluttered shut as though she wer

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.

She imagined his low, gravelly command: Tell me who you belong to in the dark. She imagined his strong hands roaming her young body, calloused fingers teasing her sensitive skin. Ariana bit her lip, stifling a moan as she pictured Mateo's intense gaze boring into hers, dark with barely restrained desire. Her hips bucked against her hand, seeking more friction, more pleasure. In her fantasy, Mateo loomed over her, muscles rippling as he slowly undressed, revealing his mature, virile form inch by tantalizing inch. Ariana's heart raced, pulse pounding between her thighs as she lost herself in the erotic daydream, chasing her rapidly building climax...

She described me pushing her over a random surface and roughly fucking her in either hole as she moaned in pleasure like a good submissive sex slave. She imagined me sending her erotic sexts while we were at work just to make her horny for my touch. Or ordering her to remove her panties in public without anyone noticing. She fantasized about sending me pics of her bare pussy, puckered asshole, or open mouth with a caption that read "wish you were here." She described her fantasy of me playing with her pussy or teasing her asshole in public and possibly making her orgasm, as I acted completely normal while she tried not to let anyone else figure out what was happening. She gripped my arms for

The slick sounds filled the room, her pussy gushing, her thighs trembling. She imagined him standing over her, his suit jacket off, his shirt unbuttoned, his cock hard in his hand. “Touch that filthy cunt,” he’d say, his voice rough. “Show me how much you need me, Eva. No one else gets this. Not Sophie. Just you.” Her fingers thrust deeper, three now, stretching her, her palm grinding her clit. Her moans grew loud, raw, her hips bucking, her breasts bouncing under her shirt. The pleasure coiled tight, her stomach clenching, her toes curling against the sheets. She pictured him grabbing her hair, forcing her to look at him. “Cum for me, my dirty slut,” he’d growl. “Drench your fingers for you

“My name is Sapphire and I’m here from Fantasies.” The muscles in Felix’s body visibly relaxed. Fantasies was an elite at home prostitute service. Their website allowed for patrons to pick any girl with whatever body specifications, kinks, accents, accessories or outfits the men desired. Fantasies ensured that all of their girls were devoid of STDs and had contraceptives so that men who wanted to enjoy the pleasure of sex without the pressure of condoms could be free to do so.