Fan Fiction 50 Shades Of Grey นิยาย & เรื่องราว

UNHOLY FANTASIES 2 PEARL'S POV The hot water cascades over my skin like a lover's touch, steaming up the stall and fogging the thin plastic curtain that barely separates me from the rest of the locker room. My fingers are slick with my own cum, dripping down my thighs as I pant against the tiled wall, my petite body still trembling from the intense orgasm that ripped through me. God, that was close. Too close.

The sweet scent of her arousal drove him wild. Unexpectedly, he threw her upward, and her heart sank to the bottom of her stomach. ‘STOP!!!’ Thor screamed, pushing past his barrier as the life of his Luna flashed before him. author's note: Chapter 3 will be the last on this story. The next is on a doctor and patient fetish. Imagine your crush being your gynecologist. You've fantasized about stripping before him, spreading those sexy slutty thighs, and showing him how good you are with instructions. Years later, he turns out to be your doctor, and he gives you one simple command: open your legs.

“There, just sent you one. This one is an angsty Harry/Zayn fic. Also has some mpreg, if that’s your cup of tea.” I began to read this fanfiction, mostly to appease Niamh, and when I realized what, precisely, the term mpreg meant, I set my phone back down. I considered myself fortunate that I’d skipped the part where Zayn gives birth to his and Harry’s baby. “You asshole,” I called her in French. “I’m going to take that as a compliment. Ooh, I should send you the diagram of how mpreg happens. It’s a whole thing—”

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He explains. "Oh, that’s nice of her…" I walk closer to see a book. I pick it up. Fifty shades of grey. "That’s the last book I ever want you reading…" Rowan says grabbing it out of my hands. I look at him in shock. “What’s it about?" I ask. I watch him chuck it in the bin. "Things you don’t need to worry yourself about. I’m going to have to speak to Mia about the books you’re allowed to read." He mutters grumpily.

: I owe you orgasms… I mean, endless gratitude. If this story left you hot, bothered, and possibly in need of a cold shower, do a girl a favor—leave a review, tell your dirty-minded friends, and spread the word like I spread… Well, you get the idea. I’m already cooking up the next sinful adventure, and trust me, it’s going to be even filthier. Until then, keep reading the good stuff, and never settle for vanilla. Yours in delicious trouble, Grace

I imagined what it would feel like if he knew—if he felt my bare pussy sliding all over him and decided to do something about it. The dark fantasy pushed me harder. I rocked my hips with increasing urgency, fucking his leg underwater while keeping my face neutral and smiling. My slick pussy lips spread open against his skin, clit dragging relentlessly. The wet friction built fast, coiling tight in my belly. Mom stirred on the dock, adjusting her sunglasses, but she stayed put, completely unaware that her daughter was secretly humping her husband like a desperate whore just a short distance away.

BEFORE READING: This book contains 98% explicit sexual content and is intended for a mature audience seeking hot, steamy, raw, and uncensored MM fiction. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. All characters, places, events, actions, businesses, and incidents depicted in this story are entirely imaginary and do not reflect the experiences, beliefs, or actions of the author. Any resemblance to real persons, living or deceased, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in this book are 18 years or older, and all sexual encounters are fully consensual.

“You’re here to cook, not to play detective.” But deep down, that little voice one that always got me in trouble — whispered Yeah, but don’t you want to know? Why does Domenico wear shades in the house? Why does Alessandro act like everyone is a threat? Why does this mansion feel like a golden cage? And why, oh why, does my bank account now have five figures sitting in it after just one day? I sighed again, pushing up to my feet. Lunch was done. Counters were clean.