Erotic Fantasy Book Novels & Stories

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

“The lonely nights in this temple of words. The fantasies that keep you warm. You dream of hands that are not timid. Of a mouth that does not ask, but takes. You dream of being utterly, completely possessed.” Cora’s breath hitched. He was voicing every secret yearning she had ever buried. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. She could only watch, transfixed, as he raised a hand and gestured around them. The library melted away, the shelves of books dissolving into the stone walls of a lavish chamber. A large, canopied bed dominated the space, piled with silks and furs, and the air was warm and scented with exotic oils. It was a scene straight from the most vivid of her fantasies.

I whimpered, my body writhing under his touch, my pleasure building to a crescendo. His tongue swirled around my nipple, sending electric sparks through my body. I could feel the wetness between my legs, they ache for more of his touch. Damien's hands roamed my body, exploring every inch of skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I reached down, tangling my fingers in his hair, urging him to take more. He complied, his mouth moving to my other breast, his tongue and teeth working in sync to drive me wild. I moaned his name, my body trembling with need.

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

That's how Debora managed to disconnect from her mother's life, she left there in search of an adventure with a demon, that's how she discovered the debauchery of the flames, Andaluz was perfect. The exchanges of couples in that mansion were so intense, in which the men were lost in their own pleasures, their games of seduction, in which everyone there was exchanging with these women, who were succubae, incubi involved in their games. All these people were sexy to anyone who came looking for them, there was no way they could refuse. Using lust as the force of his brutally mysterious desires, of great and countless secrets the size of his ego... in which another part of him thought about his

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He slowly led the way to the big couch, his eyes going from my boobs to the red g-string I had on. "I know you always get lost in those books of yours, don't think I haven't seen the kind of things you read.." he paused, my cheeks flushed as he made me sit on the couch. He got down on one knee in front of me, his hand still around my waist. "And I know your little head has cooked up fantasies.. fantasies of what you want to experience, of what what you want me to do to you." He paused and lowered his head to my drenched panties, taking a long, seductive whiff.

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

I grab her. My lips melt into hers, her skin meeting mine erotically. Her body is hot everywhere I touch her. I take her flimsy skirt off first, my fingers hooking on the hook for second, hesitant, before I rip it open. The skirt tears, revealing her pretty light pink pussy. Have I mentioned how soft her skin is? “Commando?” I say softly, smiling into her eyes, and she doesn't bother with a reply. She's forceful, movements impatient. Her hand pulls my head between her legs and I'm enclosed in their warmth. The heady, sweet scent of her pussy makes me drowsy, drunk.

I feel like before like nothing will be enough, like no matter how much, how hard, or what position he fucks me in, I will be begging for more after. “Without me joining in, Alena.” My lips freeze midway through kissing him. What is he saying? That just seems so wrong and, well, wrong. Would he really enjoy that, me sleeping with Marcus and not with him joining in? “That is just wrong. I don’t think so.” I shake my head. I move to sit up, but his body pushes me back down again. “Why is it wrong? Your fantasy is to be used by multiple men while I watch, so what is the difference other than the number of men involved?”