Fantasies Stories Novels & Stories

I pictured them degrading me, calling me a mommy slut while they rotated and double-penetrated me, holes gaping. My fingers pumped faster, three deep in my dripping cunt, thumb grinding my clit. The fantasy got nastier: them pinning me, squeezing milk out of my tits in sprays, cum flooding everything. I came so hard my legs gave out. Pussy squirted against my palm mixing with the shower water and I collapsed right there on the floor, panting, body shaking. The tile was freezing on my ass but I didn’t care. I just lay there with my fingers still inside, milking the last little tremors.

There'll be hot guys and fun games” she asked one last time as she held the door handle. “I'm sure babes. I'll pass this time” I said sweetly and we bade each other goodbye. I rushed to the door and locked it then quickly took off my clothes and lay on my bed. Yes I could be picky and slightly judgemental but I never pretended to be innocent myself. I loved sex and bad stuff buttttt… with the right person. I couldn't tell Sheila that I've been fantasizing and daydreaming about Shawn. I couldn't get his face and dick out of my mind. I masturbated thinking about him. My little secret.

The library stood silent, its towering bookshelves casting long shadows under the dim overhead lights, a sanctuary of knowledge where I retreated to lose myself in words. I was introverted, my mind a labyrinth of intellect, but beneath my reserved exterior simmered a curiosity about my own hidden fantasies—erotic encounters in quiet, public spaces, a thrill I’d explored before with lovers past. My skirt brushed my thighs as I moved, a book in hand, the rustle of pages masking the quickening of my breath as I imagined being caught in passion here.

* The fantasy merged with the comments, one reader painting a scene of Jax returning, finding her like this, phone in one hand, fingers buried in the other, then joining, making her squirt across the keyboard. Her orgasm hit sudden and fierce, back bowing off the bed, a strangled cry escaping as her pussy spasmed, fresh wetness soaking the sheets. She rode it out, reading the flood of shared depravity, each one a spark to her sated but insatiable fire. Panting, Zelda dropped the phone, a wicked smile curving her lips. The tease worked readers hooked, fantasies unleashed in the comments below. Jax had left her marked, but this? This was her claiming the narrative. Drop yours now. What's your

Since that would be in a few days, werewolves, vampires, supernatural creatures were coming towards the city, for the festivities. Since I had partially changed just enough to show her my devilish tongue, she must have been lying in bed, completely scared, even for those her mind must have been mad with temptation and pleasure, putting all the glory, beyond all the critics. In which everyone was imagining and idealizing that imposing figure of power, entering into the midst of desires, in which their future was uncertain, everyone there was trying to understand their new half-brother and the danger she was in for being just a door away from me.

he admitted, his voice low. "Oh? What kind of stuff?" I pushed, letting my legs fall open a little wider. He swallowed hard, his eyes flicking down again before locking back on mine. A new boldness seemed to steel his nerves. "Stories. About... things people want. Fantasies." "Fantasies are important," I said softly, holding his gaze. "They help us figure out what we really need." I let out a soft moan as his thumb found a particularly sore spot on my feet. "Mmm, right there, Leo. That's so good."

Fantasies of hands I didn’t know, a mouth between my thighs fingers pinning my wrists and the sea god, whatever he looked like, towering over me and growling my name as he thrust inside me. Would he take me on stone? On a tide-smoothed altar? Would he spread me open with webbed hands and taste me like I was salt? My thighs shook. I was moaning loudly now with my own name echoing back to me in the silence. I slid two fingers inside tentatively, then deeper. I clenched around them, imagining they were someone else’s. Imagining it was him. The pleasure built sharp and fast. It bloomed in me, hot and wild.

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"

His stories made her so aroused she'd begun masturbating nightly, imagining herself in half of what she'd read. On an impulse, she'd sent him an email, confessing how much she enjoyed his stories about younger girls and mature men, asking what provided the stimulus - if he'd really had those kinds of experiences. He'd answered back two days later, thanking her for her compliments, and saying how nice it was to get positive feedback from readers.