Erotic Fantasy Fiction Novels & Stories

That fiery aggression in such a small frame—it was a huge turn-on. Now, alone in his office, he groaned, cupping himself. He wanted her again. He wanted that warmth, that tightness. “Fuck…” he muttered, closing his eyes. He unzipped his pants and began stroking himself, lost in the avalanche of memories from last night. His hand moved faster, rougher, chasing release with Kate’s face—her body—burned into his mind.

And as long as the fantasies consumed him, as long as his desires burned this fiercely, he knew he’d keep coming back to this—to the forbidden, to the taboo, to the intoxicating image of his stepmother. With a heavy sigh, he rolled onto his side, the sticky remnants of his release a reminder of what he’d just done. But as sleep began to pull him under, his last thought was of her—of Elena, and the next time he’d let his fantasies take control

These were always dangerous and even fucked up little games, in which at any moment she could be seized with, then walk away, to find another ancient creature standing over her, stroking himself inches from her uncovered mouth, sound like water in their dry mouths. I was just disposable, easily, being used for their worldly pleasures, which was true among equal rights, the same was true for both men and women. Amidst their screams, among Goki's pleasure houses, there stood Absalon... Yes, Absalon, give me what is rightfully mine. Yes..., oh, yes..., Please,” she whimpered so pathetically, with a wave of desperation in her plea. That was enough for me to fall over and explode with a growl tha

Isabella echoed, "We can't take more. Please fuck us." He groaned, cock leaking pre-cum on the sheets. "Beg proper. Lose those virginities together?" They nodded frantic, voices overlapping: "Yes, Daddy! Take our cherries. Breed us side by side." Dark fantasies spilled from him—climbing over Sophia first, cock rubbing her slick entrance. "Feel that, baby? Daddy's thick head teasing your tight hole." He pushed shallow—the stretch burning sweet, her walls gripping. "So pure. Gonna ruin you."

"Oh god, you feel so good. So fucking good." He reached around, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing and circling, pushing me closer to the edge. I could feel my orgasm building, my body trembling with the effort of holding back. "Come for me, Emma," Damien commanded, his voice a low growl. "Come all over my cock." I keened, my body convulsing as I rode the wave of pleasure, my orgasm crashing over me in a rush of sensation. Damien continued to fuck me, his movements unrelenting, drawing out my pleasure until I was a trembling, boneless mess on the desk.

He continued, voice dropping lower. “An erotic novel. Quite explicit. The heroine was bent over her boss’s desk, skirt around her waist, getting fucked hard while he called her a dirty little slut.” My cheeks burned bright red. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. I had been reading during my short break, thinking no one would return. I opened my mouth to apologize, but no words came out. Adrian stood up slowly and walked around the desk like a predator. He stopped right in front of me, towering over my seated form.

Petrov smiled as he replied, "That's good to hear, Tim. An erotic story can be much more descriptive than a p**n scene. Most young boys can't get enough p**n and it's nice when a young man takes the time to read a good erotic story. Which websites do you prefer for your stories?" Tim gasped again as Petrov used two fingers to stimulate his asshole. Petrov wasn't aiming for penetration at the moment, he just wanted the boy aroused enough to keep talking. Finally, the boy admitted to preferring Nifty and Literotica as his go-to erotic stories websites. Petrov knew that Literotica catered to a variety of genres but smiled knowing that Nifty had no heterosexual stories at all, though Nifty did h

The perfect lover for her. Erin closed her eyes as beautiful memories clutched her own body, sending quivers down her thighs, stiffening her nipples, bringing a moist heat to her sex. She would never forget this man. What they’d shared had been very special. It didn’t matter that it had been driven by fantasy. The physical intimacy had been intensely real. If she walked out there and touched him as she had on their first night… could he—would he—put the author thing aside? Another fantasy, Erin, her mind savagely chided. It lay between them now. Nothing would be the same as before.

It was brutal and insanely erotic at the same time, and Erin desired it so much that she nearly cried. “This is what you want,” he repeated, taunting her. “No,” Erin whimpered. She tried her best to hold on to her self-control but in the end, she failed. Her hand flew between her legs on their own accord and before she knew it, she was stroking her snatch furiously, punishing her clitoris with a hard rub. “That’s it,” Nikjin laughed, encouraging her to keep at it.

This is so wrong but my shallow, ragged breathing, the way my bottom lip is tucked between my teeth, the way I am slowly spreading my thighs and allowing him easier access to my throbbing warmth- every movement of mine pleads for him to help me sin and my actions do not reflect the voice of conscience, shouting for me to do the right thing and not spread my thighs for my mother's husband! I have read so many books, piles of steamy, lace dampening erotica detailing an entanglement so similar to this one I have found myself in. I am a diligent, devout reader and I have been filling up my mind with mostly narrations of illicit, torrid, stormy affairs and I have been pleasuring myself to the fa