Erotic Fantasies Novels & Stories

Her nymph trait had her on edge, her body craving more, the fantasy so vivid she could almost feel their cocks inside her, stretching her, claiming her. The dream shifted again, Delilah on her knees now, sucking Eli's cock while Zeke took her from behind and Damien played with her nipples. "You're our slut," they chanted in her mind, the words degrading and arousing. She curled her fingers inside herself, hitting that sweet spot as her other hand squeezed her breast, pinching the nipple until it hurt. "Yes, mark me—make me yours," she begged in her fantasy, her real body shaking as an orgasm built. The room smelled of her arousal, a heady scent that filled the air as she fucked herself harde

“I asked you a question, I expect you to answer.” My tongue caught in my throat. He was being authoritative, and normally it pissed me off when he was demanding. This time was different though, it turned me on. It was his dominant voice, one he had used on me only a few times. Each time ending in earth shattering orgasms. His hand found my hip. “Fantasy- the forming of mental images, especially wondrous or strange fancies; imaginative conceptualizing,” his other hand found my cheek. “What were you imagining when I said fantasy?”

“And you wanted me to notice.” “Yes.” He hooked his fingers into her thong and dragged it down her thighs, letting it pool at her ankles. Cool air hit her soaked pussy. He groaned softly. “Look at you. Dripping down your legs already.” One thick finger traced her seam, gathering wetness, then pushed inside without warning. She moaned, pushing back. He added a second finger, pumping slow and deep, curling to hit that spot that made her knees buckle. “You’ve been fantasizing about this, haven’t you?” he said against her ear, leaning over her. “About me bending you over my desk and fucking you raw while the campus walks by outside.”

she panted, "only yours." It was wrong to fantasize about such things—but Eric didn't care. Dreams are all he can have and no one can take them away from him. He snarled loudly as orgasm shot through the air, coating him with warm, sticky semen.

I growled after I ripped open my 501 jeans and started stroking my cock. The eroticism of jerking off on the phone with my sexy MILF mother-in- law had my dick gushing precum very quickly. “There isn’t a single day that I haven’t fantasized about fucking you,” I groaned as my hand frantically pleasured my dick. “I dream about your cock inside of me every day,” Lilly moaned her reply. I could already feel the sperm building up in my nuts since it’s been so long without a sex life. “I wanted to rip your dress of on New Year’s and fuck you right there on the dance floor,” I gasped as I felt the semen racing towards the head of my prick.

I pushed my fingers beneath them, gasping slightly as I pushed them slowly over my mound before they slipped down into the slippery wet folds of my tight pussy. I slipped two fingers deeper into my wet sex as I imagined him kissing down my neck, tearing my shirt off, and putting his hot mouth all over my small breasts. I pinched my own nipple with my other hand, imagining it was his lips nipping at me. He’d grunt as he stroke my little wet pussy, as he'd pressed himself to me, and I'd moan loudly, crying out his name into the steamy night air. I gasped softly the moment my two fingers thrust deeper into my tight folds. In my fantasy, his hands tightened on my waist, pulling me flush against

" Shock laces my voice. "I hate the way it's touching your skin. Hate the way it's distracting me with the shape of your perky tits. Just a perfect handful that I could easily swallow one whole in my mouth. I hate it's making me have filthy fantasies that I have no business thinking about when I don't have time to act on them. And I especially fucking hate that it's not lying in a heap on the floor." My jaw is on the floor by the time he finishes his erotic monologue.

Kenzie had a sense she knew what was coming. "And I might have to be intimate with you. Probably not full-on sex, but there might be something else required to prove our 'legitimacy' if it comes to that." Something else? Like what? Her mind filled with an electric and erotic array of images of her on her knees, sucking on his cock, or him pleasing her with his mouth, using his hands on her, stroking, grinding, penetrating. There was an entire world of dark, erotic fantasies contained in those two simple wordssomething else.

"Ah, so you aren't only thinking about my breasts... Maybe my son is imagining what his hot mom would look like if she were completely naked?" "Mom!" he groaned, practically cringing in embarrassment. "Honey, there is nothing wrong with erotic fantasies," she said, reaching to pat his knee as she smiled. "You are a young man, so it's good that you exercise your imagination whenever you pleasure yourself, especially since you do it so often..." Kevin's face appeared a little less flustered now, but that's only because it would've gone completely pale otherwise. "So you know that I'm, ugh..."

Awesome. Like a predator, Eric stood above Tom and gazed down at him, raw need obvious in his eyes. He continued to stare him down, wordless, while he yanked his shirt off. Then off came his undershirt, belt, jeans, shoes, and he was standing before him gloriously nude, the perfect male specimen. Tom swallowed hard. “Take your clothes off for me, baby, I could just watch you all day. I’ve started fantasising about you, what you do all day, what you like, what you’d like me to do to you. Show me what you like when you’re alone, I hope, thinking about me.”