Fanfiction 18 Novels & Stories

Fair Warning: This chapter contains sexual and mature scenes that might not be suitable for some audiences, especially those below the age of 16. But since you choose to read this story despite the 18+ warning, well, enjoy what you signed up for. °°°°°°° Xyrra’s POV

Amanda. I don't know how it started this tiny teeny thing I feel for Mr Parker just yesterday he was picking us from school me and his daughter and today I am in his closet smelling his shirts while they at church. For the past six months I have had fantasy upon fantasy that Mr Parker stars in sometimes he walks in on me playing with myself in his closet where his wife's clothes are just next to his ,he will find me so wet telling me I am a bad girl while he spanks me and takes me where I stand ,I start touching myself when I hear the front door open voices chattering away.

WARNING! THIS IS A NON-CONSENSUAL STORY. PLEASE BE WARNED. IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT AVOID THIS PARTICULAR STORY. As I mentioned, I write based on the prompts readers give if it's not too extreme. This doesn't mean the author supports this in real life. Note: There are limits I won't cross when writing these collections, so when you request a certain story, don't cross a certain line. I won't write it. CHAPTER 1 The bar smelled like spilt beer and old cigarettes. A few people were scattered around the tables. It was late August, and most of the town was at the county fair.

All filthy, unapologetic tales of the desires we never say out loud. Stepfathers who shouldn’t look twice. Friends who were never just friends. In-laws who cross every line. Strangers who claim what they shouldn’t. And the kind of love that starts in pure sin and ends in absolute addiction. No safe words. No apologies. Just raw, forbidden heat that will leave your legs aching and needy. All characters are 18+. Explicit content throughout. Read with raw caution.

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."

A/n: Jesus Christ. My head is so dirty but I can’t help it. Clarke is oozing with so much sensuality, warmth and slowly pulling me closer to a world of ..... Fudge it! Below are 18+ scene like really steamy so you have been warned. Enjoy the chapter. 🌚 Love, Diana ....

you suggest. Lucy can’t prevent a little gasp in response to your bluntness. Then she smiles at you and bites her lip. “Yeah. But I couldn’t get the fantasy out of my mind. I couldn’t ask my boyfriend to indulge it anymore — it would’ve wrecked our relationship. So I decided to secretly do it for real. And here we are.” “Lucy, that’s crazy!” you blurt out. “There’s a big difference between fantasy and reality!”

You are welcome for fair criticism, but not vulgarity. This is totally a work of fiction. Names, character, business, place and incidence are either a product of Author's imaginations or used in fictitious manner. Any sort of resemblance to any actual person, living or dead, or any actual event is purely coincidental. Author has no intention of writing any biography of anyone. -------------WARNINGS-------- Don't tell me later that I didn't warn you at the beginning ❤️ #openmind #18+ #forbidden love #erotic #BDSM

I almost laughed, but I bit it back, Instead, I leaned even closer, my lips nearly brushing the screen. "But Father, it's so hard. These fantasies... they get worse every time. I dream about him pinning me down, fucking me hard and wild, his dick slamming into my womb, like he can't control himself. I want him to grab my throat, to slap my ass while he pounds into me from behind. I wake up wet, my pussy throbbing, and I have to finger myself just to get through the day, but the thought of wanting him even while fingering myself is something I don't know how to explain"

There was no explanation offered. And I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Maybe it’s that stupid thing that some of my friends do where they go after the very boy that ignores them. Or maybe, I’ve fallen for him with-out realizing it. Either way, I was hungry. In my desperation, I created a fake profile on a dating app, and kind-of, sort-of…catfished him. He doesn’t know that the girl he’s talking to is me. Though we’ve exchanged a lot of our thoughts, and even certain fantasies…I’ve remained anonymous. All he knows is that I’m a thirty-two-yearold scientist with a kinky side.