Fantasy Sex Stories Novels & Stories

She exclaimed coaxing his cock and then spreading her legs wider to engulf it. “Oh!” She cried as she felt how deep he went into her. Her head fell back as she got used to him inside her, but as she started to move, both groaned with ecstasy. He pinched her nipples and felt her tighten around him. She opened her eyes with surprise. “Again,” she said. He did it again. The walls that were warmly wrapped around his shaft squeezed him again. “Again,” she ordered. Delighted, he did. Whatever she asked. Again, and again. More, and more. End of Book 1

It was a forum, and I read a question that matched what I had in mind. "What are the woman's fantasies in bed?" I read the question and the explanation that the person needed to survey for a novel they were writing. I scrolled down and saw the top five comments. The fifth one was the typical threesome, with one woman and two men. The fourth was about idolizing someone, like singers, dancers, actors, and other famous personalities. When I read the top three, my eyes widened. "Vampire sex or sex with mythical creatures?" I was stunned. This comment had reached three thousand likes.

PROLOGUE Fucking my gym instructor and his two friends. A hot and erotic foursome. I have been having erotic and hasty thought about being fucked by more than one guy at once. This imagination and fantasies has me fingering myself until I am screaming from an intense and toes curling orgasm. In my fantasy, while one men is thrusting and pounding into my throbbing wet cunt, the other is fucking me in my ass. This thought has me waking up from a wet dream countless times and Justin, my smoking hot and sexy gym instructor is the center of it all.

The clock had just begun to strike when Jemma pulled Maggie into her arms on the sofa, holding her tightly, kissing her, licking her ear, nibbling on her neck (an act that had Jemma cumming herself, knowing what she was about to reveal to her submissive Mistress). "I must tell you something, Maggie," she whispered in the older woman's ear. Maggie smiled softly and looked questioningly into Jemma's eyes. "You know how we have fantasized about goth scenes, and vampire sex, and all?" Maggie nodded. "Well, it's not just a fantasy for me." Maggie gasped as Jemma's lips kissed down her cheek and jaw and her tongue licked teasingly along Maggie's neck. "What do you mean, Jemma my love?"

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

the air around his thickening with our sounds the rhythm of our bodies moving together I felt my body shaking and my release came in waves it was sudden my heads tipping against the shelf a moan escaping my mouth before he kissed me ….he came soon after a groan buried deep into his throat as he buried himself deep one last time. We stayed there like that ….his dick still buried deep inside me until reality slowly crept him….and the sound of the library keys jolting me back to reality that I just had crazy wild sex with a stranger in a library ….I didn't know what to say or how to feel…..

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

NEW STORY TITLE: THE GIFT OF DICK AND PUSSY The following story will be told in multiple chapters. There's oodles and oodles of sex in it, even though it's not just a pure spank story. If lots of nasty sex isn't your thing, then why are you on this website? Weirdo.

into his pillow while I humped his sheets like a bitch in heat. Would he drop his bag? Would he curse under his breath? Or would he just step inside, kick the door shut, lock it, and say in that low, dangerous voice: “You’ve been a very bad girl, haven’t you?” The fantasy snapped something inside me. I rubbed harder. Faster. Wetter sounds filled the room—obscene, slick, desperate. My thighs trembled. My toes curled into the sheets. I was so close—so fucking close—teetering right on the edge, breath coming in short, frantic pants—

My fingers found my clit—already slick, already begging—and the first slow circle made my back arch so hard water sloshed over the edge. “Oh God,” I whispered, even though I knew it was the wrong name to say. I stroked faster. Two fingers sliding over and around my clit while my other hand came up to pinch my nipple the way I imagined he might. The water made everything slippery, louder. I slipped one finger inside myself, then two, curling them the way I’d done every morning for weeks. My hips rocked up to meet my hand. The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made sta