Fantasy Fiction For Adults Novels & Stories

He ripped my thong aside and pushed two thick fingers deep inside me without warning. “You’ve been teasing me all night,” dream-Jax growled in my ear, voice low and rough. His fingers curled perfectly, stroking that spot that made my knees weak. “Now you’re going to take what you started, little sis.” I moaned loudly in the dream, gripping the counter as he finger-fucked me hard and fast. The wet sounds filled the kitchen. He bit my neck, then kissed me roughly, his tongue claiming my mouth while his fingers drove me closer and closer.

I slipped my hand inside my panties and touched myself directly, gasping at how wet and slippery I had become. I imagined him pushing me gently against his desk, lifting my skirt, and sliding his hand between my legs. In my fantasy, his fingers were veiny and muscular as they explored me, rubbing my clit and then pushing slowly inside me. “Oh…” I whispered, my hips rocking against my own hand. I pushed one finger inside myself, then two, pumping them slowly while my thumb continued rubbing my clit. The fantasy became more vivid. I saw Mr. Blackwood unbuckling his belt, pulling out his thick cock, and rubbing the head against my virgin entrance.

How I wish he would just satisfy all my sexual fantasies. ‎I lay on my bed and traced my fingers down to my drenched panties and pushed them to the corner as I ran my fingers down my wet pussy. ‎I close my eyes and insert one of my fingers inside my pussy and start moving it in a back and forth motion while imagining it's Uncle David's fingers working on my juicy pussy. ‎"Mhmm... Arghh.. Yes, Uncle David.. Mhmmm.. Yes.." I moaned loudly as I moved my fingers faster with my eyes still shut, as I fingered my pussy while thinking of my dad's best friend.

For them, CMP felt less like a market and more like a small festival that never ended. Teenagers liked it even more. They came to hang out, to sit and read the latest novels and to lose themselves in stories that were no longer the same tired tales of noble heroes going to war while weak and sorrowful women waited endlessly at home. These stories were different. The worlds were wider, the characters stranger and braver in new ways, and the imagination behind them left teenagers starstruck. There were stories for children, for youth, for adults. All these stories that made people feel seen.

It felt like invisible handcuffs were holding my wrists above my head and my ankles spread wide apart. Tears streamed down my face, my heart racing at the fact that I was completely trapped. “Guys! Something’s holding me down! Help! Something crazy's going on!!" My friends were still banging on the door, panicking. “Sophia? We’re trying to get in! Just hold on!” A foggy, shadowy figure materialized at the foot of the bed. Tall, dark, with glowing silver eyes. I knew it wasn't human, the shape was all wrong — too fluid with too many limbs shifting in the darkness.

Her lips parted, her teeth grazing her lower lip as she bit down, her nipples hard. The sight of her fingers working her wet, willing flesh drove him to the brink of madness. His own hand mirrored hers, stroking furiously, his skin slick with sweat and precum. He could imagine the feel of her, the impossible softness, the searing heat, the way her body would clench around him. His mind spun a web of vivid, illicit fantasies. He saw her hand on him, her fingers stroking his length. He saw her lips, red and parted, closing around the head of his cock.

I read on. The writing was atrocious, but that wasn’t why I read it. Fifty Shades opened up my eyes to a world I never imagined existed: the dark, sensual world of dominance and submission. I swallow another gulp of beer. So how does literature influence my imagination? As a child it fueled my dreams. As an adult, it does the same. I long for a stern dominant to take me in hand, and my own literary pursuits now include reams of books dedicated to the erotic pull of dominance and submission in romance. I write fantasies with vivid detail, allowing my imagination to see no limits. In my mind, I am that woman collared by a man who loves her. I am that woman who surrenders to a powerful dominant

Retica was laughing and blow-away with Sophie’s suggestion. Although, she didn’t assure Sophie of trying things out but willing to fuck an older guy, if she had her chance. When the phone dropped, she continued to puzzle with amusement and wonder how she would feel when a matured- adult lingered her pussy, fondled her breast and sucked her pussy. She continued to fantasize all day long on a rendezvous experience Sophie had and guess what will happen if she is to have the same experience.

Even if it was a happiness that I had to seek, and not that it was instantaneous, it was still a form of happiness, and that was enough for me. Gradually, my head got involved with that story, and another plot began to appear in my head, so that I even stopped reading the book and kept my gaze stuck in the farthest of the worlds, imagining the story of the adult novel that I would write and make it read and acclaimed on any reading platform that I made it available. Even if it was a book that involved fantasy, it would still portray the real life of a woman who fought for her dreams and met her prince charming. I could do that. I could write about an impossible love and make people like it.

Rumpled- Book 1 of The Steamy Fairytale Collection Eighteen years ago, when Rian, the greatest elf lender, was banished for asking for his payment—the young princess promised to him, he sought shelter in an old, dank castle. Filled with hate and resentment, his heart darkened with malice. But when a simple maiden, Ciara, asks for a warm bed and a hot meal, his once dark heart and other unmentionables twitch in desire once he realizes that she is his promised princess. As punishment for the kingdom’s ostracizing, Rian imprisons her, his only drive, to satisfy Ciara beyond her imaginations till she desires him… in return.