Novel & Cerita Fantasies Stories

I imagined Kieran on his knees in front of me, that golden smile gone as his tongue replaced the spray with slow, teasing licks turning hungry, sucking my clit between his lips while his hands gripped my ass. Then Jax, behind me, his rough palms sliding up my wet body, fingers digging into my hips as he pressed that thick, hard cock against me, whispering filthy promises against my neck. The fantasy pulled a real moan from my throat. I switched the setting to a harder, more concentrated pulse and pressed the shower head tighter against my pussy. The water beat against me in fast waves, making my clit throb and my inner walls clench around nothing. I was dripping, slick mixing with the shower

But that's what she'd signed up for. Kyle'd been asking her to do this since the moment their honeymoon had ended. Three hypnosis programs to listen to while she jilled. Week one had started the dick fantasies. Week two had made her feel like Kyle was stroking her clit every time he touched her. She'd almost come last Sunday, holding hands in the park. Week three and her own clothes made her ache and throb and drip. It had been murder holding her lust back so as to surprise Kyle.

The expression on their face and the glistening fold told me they were having the time of their lives and my pussy clenched so hard I pressed my thighs together. I was dripping again, the images burning into my mind. I imagined myself in those positions, Sameal standing over me with that massive cock. I forced myself to close the drawer and leave the room, but the images stayed with me all day. By the time night came, I was aching. Unable to take it any longer I lay in bed, my legs spread wide as my fingers slid through my folds. I teased my clit slowly at first, remembering the way he stroked himself. My other hand moved to my breasts, pinching my nipples hard, imagining his hands instead.

My fingers were cramping, my thesaurus was smoking, and I kept picturing my editor sending me an email with only one word: "Seriously?" I realized: I should just end it here, gloriously, before I completely lose my mind, break my keyboard, and start writing about the wallpaper pattern instead. Speaking of losing my mind... I pulled out my notes the other day. When I started outlining this story and figuring out the twists and turns, I came up with almost 60... maybe 50-something... different plot points and outlines just to keep the momentum going. Sixty! Fifty! I lost count! That's how dedicated I was to not making this story boring. That’s like a novella’s worth of rejected ideas!

Adrian had been roommates with James for months and every night, his mind wandered to filthy thoughts of that thick cock sliding deep into his ass. He imagined James pinning him down, spreading his cheeks wide and pounding relentlessly until he filled him with hot cum. The fantasy consumed him, making his own cock throb whenever James walked around shirtless or fresh from a shower.

with articles and photos of themselves. In one area was a Fantasy posting board. It had pages of computer paper stuck up there in several categories. Each page had a brief— or sometimes really detailed fantasy— and then a person’s name at the bottom. Most of them had either a photo or a phone number as well. It was obvious that if you read a fantasy that really turned you on, these folks were inviting you to drop them a line— perhaps to enact that same fantasy. There were several that only increased the hardness of my cock that was straining against my shorts. And Carrie wasn’t helping matters at all with her bust pressed against my back. She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and

She flips again… “I dream of her again. This time…on the cafe floor. Her hands tied up by mine. Her breath catching, not because she was scared but because she wanted it…she couldn’t get enough…” Again… “I watched her today…her lipsgloss smudged, her hair all messy like she had just been fucked…if she was I’m pissed….it should’ve been me!…” … “She thinks I’m just a guy who has too much caffeine and loves reading/writing…little does she know I’m writing a story…our story…she’s the main character…and this book, it’s the ending of the beginning…” … “When she finally lets me in I’ll make her scream my-…”

As you embark on this journey of passion and desire, I wanted to share a personal note with you. Each chapter in this spicy collection is a piece of love, crafted to ignite your imagination and awaken your senses. From steamy encounters to forbidden romances, I've poured my heart into creating worlds where inhibitions melt away and pleasure knows no bounds. But beyond the heat and sensuality, these stories are about more than just physical desire. They're about exploring the depths of emotion, the complexities of desires, and the power of attraction.

Hey everyone!! I am author buttercup. And am here today with my first novel. I hope you guys will like this story. So the story is about a poor girl. Who always think to be treated like a princess.. but in her family she was just treated like a slave.... Her brother who was a small business man he tricked his sister to climbe into the bed of a business tycoon and this was all just for a big business deal... What will happen now? When she know that her own brother had trick her like this? What will happen when the man and woman face-off eachother?

“Fantasy?” Came the uncertain inquiry through the bullhorn that sounded out loudly amongst the hustle and bustle of the crowded pier. Raising my hand I picked up my duffel bag and began making my way forward. As I walked the men about me stared. They always stared. It was kind of nice and yet annoying at the same time. It didn’t help that my Russian born mother so enamored with her relocation to a new and in her eyes, ‘fantasy land’ of America had named me as such.