Fan Fiction Erotica Novels & Stories

Her legs trembled, and she gripped the edge of the desk tighter. Professor Kane added a third finger, stretching her more. He fucked her with his hand, the palm slapping against her clit with every thrust. Sara moaned louder, not caring if anyone outside might hear. The pressure built fast. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, and she came hard within minutes. Her body shook, and her juices squirted a little, dripping down her thighs and onto the floor. He did not stop. He pulled his fingers out, and she heard the sound of his zipper. Then the thick head of his cock pressed against her entrance. He rubbed it up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness, before pushing in deep in on

Disclaimer & Content Warning This novel is written under the pen name "Sasicha" and is classified as PWP (P**n Without Plot) with explicit erotic content. This novel is a dark, erotic reimagining of a classic fairy tale. It contains explicit graphic sexual content and dark themes that may be triggering for some readers. Reader discretion is strongly advised. It is strictly intended for mature audiences only (18+). Explicit Sexual Content. Dirty Talk. Dark Themes: Includes themes of obsession, dub-con (dubious consent), and power imbalance.

Her hips rocked shamelessly against his hand, chasing the building pressure. “You’re gonna cum on my fingers first,” he ordered. “Then I’m going to bend you over and wreck you.” Lia shattered. Her first orgasm with someone else ripped through her like lightning. She clamped down on his fingers, gushing around them as she moaned his name loud enough that anyone passing by might hear. Ethan didn’t give her time to recover. He spun her around, pressing her front against the cold tiled wall. He yanked her skirt up to her waist and ripped her panties down her legs. They caught on one ankle as he kicked her feet apart.

He’s too drunk to process, too far gone to understand what’s happening. “He’s not going to remember this,” Tyler observes. “I know.” I keep riding my unconscious fiancé, chasing a release his pathetic cock can’t give me. “But I will.” “Here.” Marcus appears beside the bed. “Let me help.” He pushes into my ass while I’m still riding Daniel, and suddenly I have two cocks inside me – my fiancé in my pussy, his best friend in my ass – and the wrongness of it pushes me over the edge. I cum screaming my fiancé’s name while his friend breeds my ass.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

The mix of pain and filthy lust shot through me like fire, making me moan and whimper against the wall. "Yes, just like that—harder!" I screamed his name, lost in raw taboo ecstasy. "Mark! Fuck your sister's pussy-whore harder, fill my ass up with every inch. I crave it, the pain, the way you own me behind her back!" He growled low in my ear, leaning over me as his hips snapped forward without mercy, his balls slapping wetly against my soaked pussy lips. "That's right, Rachel, take it all. Scream for your sister's husband while I ruin this forbidden hole."

“You are fucking soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet.” My fantasy of getting fucked over his table is now coming to reality, I whimpered as his fingers moved my panties and touched my pussy. He raised my skirt up to my waist with no hesitation, the cold air hit my wet panties making it extremely cold on my pussy. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on his cold glass desk, he removed my panties and shove my legs apart, wide and open, like a slut. His fingers traced the juice running down my thighs back to my pussy, rubbing my pussy and looking into my eyes. My skin tingled and breath hitched.

He finished inside her, groaning quietly as his cum flooded her again. Elena became addicted to the danger and the pleasure. Every Thursday she grew wetter just walking into the library. She started touching herself lightly in class while looking at Roman. Her pussy stayed constantly sensitive. She loved the way her ass stung after his spankings. She loved feeling his cum leak out of her for hours afterward.

Hearing the whiny voice in his ear stole away the peace of the therapy. He was at a loss for words… The right words he could use to communicate to this writer that has been on his neck, that he couldn’t find it in him to continue with the horrible fanfic tale she’d submitted on his desk. For editing. He’d tried a few pages, the first few. And the more he’d flipped, the more it seemed like he was losing his creative touch. He was scared for himself. His brain. His fucking IQ. He massaged the space between his brows, letting out another sigh. “Listen, Jenny, there’s no way in the world of creative writing, that you could write manhwa characters like that.”