Novel & Cerita Erotic Fantasies

The scenes were just sexual play, like the cop pulling over the young coed: It was fun, but it was still just a game. My fantasy had always been one of complete control. I always imagined completely submitting to the will of another over my own free will. I guess that was my fantasy. It didn't even have to involve sex. Actually most of the fantasies didn't really involve sex, but I did find them erotic. I am not sure if that makes sense, but the two have always been separate, but still related somehow.

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.

I protested weakly, searching for any scrap of dignity. “We’re both adults here,” he replied smoothly, releasing my nipple only to grip my jaw firmly, forcing me to look at him. “You and I both know that was never going to be the only outcome. You’ve wanted this for so long. Stop pretending this isn’t exactly what you fantasize about every night while listening to me.” He released my jaw and reached for his belt. The sound of leather sliding through fabric sent another shameful throb through my core. He pushed his trousers and underwear down his strong thighs, freeing his cock.

"Such a dirty little fake. You wanted this so bad, didn't you, Jay?" "Fuck, yes, Jake, please," I whined in my sleep, my body arching off the mattress as he teased my sensitive skin with a vibrating wand until I was crying out his name. "Take it," he whispered softly, driving a thick dildo deep into my core and spanking my ass with a loud clack until I was writhing against the sheets. "Ah, ah, fuck," I gasped in the dream. And the worst part was that I loved every single second of it. I snapped awake, gasping for air, my heart hammering against my ribs.

Lucas stood there in a plain black t-shirt that hugged his broad chest, holding a small black gift bag. “Hi,” I squeaked. He stepped inside and closed the door. “You wrote forty-seven pages of very creative sexual fantasies,” he said in that deep, dry voice of his. “About wanting an older man to take control. You even made a spreadsheet, Mia.” I covered my burning face with both hands. “I have a problem. I overshare when I’m horny. I’m a disaster. You’re allowed to laugh at me and then move to another country.” Instead, Lucas sat on my couch like he owned the place and patted the spot beside him.

The real thing was beyond any fantasy I could've cooked up. I soon found myself gazing down at her. Her big breasts became hypnotic as they bounced around wildly. I had to remind myself that I wasn't dreaming. Natalie's body was jerking and writhing in pleasure for real, right in front of me. I grinned for a brief moment, praising myself for the confidence to make it all the way with a girl that had been torturing my fantasies for months. That moment quickly passed as I focused back on the splendid pleasure that very same girl was giving me.

Erotic Compilation Stories. My Fantasy::: It was definitely a time of extreme trial for me, and if I had known how it would end, I might have not bitched as much as I did during it all. To begin with, my boyfriend, Jimmy, broke up with me because when I shared my fantasies with him, per his request, he said I was too much of a sexual freak for him. Let me explain a bit further so you better understand. I had been reading stories on those sites that specialize in erotic literature after doing some research on a paper for a class on human sexuality on how some people engage in different sexual acts for pleasure. Now, some of the stories were so bizarre that I couldn't finish reading them, but

My greatest fantasy after the last time I had seen him, Colton, was for him to bend me over my desk and have his way with me. That was my greatest fantasy, I had also imagined him spank my ass until it shone red. I looked at the desk and blushed, "if only the poor desk had in mind what I wanted to do on it", I thought. I had imagined him calling me, and telling me not to put anything beneath my well plaided suit skirt for him to have an easy access to my hot, wet core. I pulled off my panties as I bit my lower lip. I could not have all these erotic thoughts running through my head without seeking release.

My fingers found my clit—already slick, already begging—and the first slow circle made my back arch so hard water sloshed over the edge. “Oh God,” I whispered, even though I knew it was the wrong name to say. I stroked faster. Two fingers sliding over and around my clit while my other hand came up to pinch my nipple the way I imagined he might. The water made everything slippery, louder. I slipped one finger inside myself, then two, curling them the way I’d done every morning for weeks. My hips rocked up to meet my hand. The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made sta

“He's busy with work, wouldn't be home till five pm,he has a lot on his plate and coming here would be the last thing he could possibly think of” Doctor Manuel countenance… Fell… But why? “it would have been a whole steamy orgy if he gets to fuck my ass” A normal me would have screamed an ehhwww! Or maybe throw up at the thought and sight of it but this me liked the thought of it. Luke fucking me from behind while doctor Manuel thrusts from the front and Chloe sucking on my huge tits that would be so sensational. “Are you with me Ann?” I opened my eyes. I've been fantasizing.