Fantastic Fiction Novels & Stories

Have you ever had one of those really shameful fantasies that you didn’t dare speak aloud for fear that someone might give you that look? You know the look that says, “You’re a freak of nature!” Well, I have one of those and it’s a doozy. Just thinking of it now, my pussy lips have started to tingle and my juices have started to trickle — it’s that powerful. But here’s the thing…as you might suspect, it’s a little weird. Well, okay, it’s a lot weird but it turns my crank like you wouldn’t believe. Curious?

“Did you see Miss Voss in Lit today?” “Bro, her body is insane. Decent clothes, but nothing can hide those huge breasts and that nice ass.” “She’s the reason I’m suddenly loving Literature.”

They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

Endless tomes of geography were nestled in between, their spines a mosaic of colors and fonts, whispering stories of the world's vast and varied past. With increasing velocity, I typed through the pages of the novel, my hands dancing over the keyboard with an almost supernatural speed. Composing it had been astonishingly straightforward, as if the words materialized unbidden from my mind. Maybe the task was so fluid because I wrote of what I understood most intimately: the secretive world of the Fae. I embellished it generously, scattering bits of knowledge about other mythical creatures throughout the narrative and allowing them to intertwine with the main thread, creating an intricate tape

“You’re being paranoid. Or maybe you’re just not attracted to me anymore. Which is it?” I opened my mouth, but how could I explain it? The sensation wasn’t fear exactly. It was warmer. Deeper. Like invisible fingers trailing down my spine, teasing the sensitive spot just above my ass. My clit gave a faint, traitorous throb. I pressed my thighs together, mortified. “Stan, please. I’m not crazy. It’s this new book I got today. Something about it—”

Every flash of light was a slap in the face to the girl who had been riding him in a boat house forty-eight hours ago. "So, Emma," Sophie said, her eyes suddenly fixing on mine. They weren't blue; they were the color of a shallow sea over white sand—beautiful, but impossible to see the bottom of. "Hannah tells me you’re a writer. Fiction, isn't it? Something about... romances?" The way she said "romances" made it sound like I was writing dirty limericks on bathroom walls. "Yes," I said, my voice remarkably steady despite the internal earthquake. "I write genre fiction. It’s a lot of work, but I enjoy the world-building."

Fantasy fodder for late-night scrolling. But the card felt real between her fingers. And the ache it sparked low in her belly was very real. She went. The address led her to an unmarked steel door in an alley downtown. A man in a tailored black suit checked her name against a tablet, eyes lingering appreciatively on the dress she’d chosen—deep crimson silk that clung to every curve, slit high enough to flash thigh with each step, neckline plunging just enough to make her feel dangerously exposed. He nodded once. The door opened.

I asked, suddenly feeling entirely exposed under her stare. “Too much?” Amy grabbed my shoulders and whirled me toward the three-way mirror. “Look at yourself! You look insanely sexy, Nova. You look like a fantasy.” A fantasy. The word struck a chord deep in my belly, bringing back the exact heat of the shower water, the slick friction of my own fingers, and the memory of Finn and Kelly tearing me apart. I imagined them seeing me in this. I imagined Finn ripping this crimson fabric open, or Kelly bunching it up around my waist to look at my wet pussy.

Modern Fairytale© 2020 by Dazzling Star. All Rights Reserved Disclaimer: This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Perhaps it doesn't support any act of violence or activities against society. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. DEDICATED TO ALL FAIRYTALE LOVER…❤️