Fantasy Sex Stories Novels & Stories

She slowly shifted her body back and forth, both of us still buzzing from the aftermath of pleasure. "What a crazy fantasy that was," she remarked. "I never, ever thought I would have sex in school." "Yeah," I said, "It is a pretty crazy fantasy—pretty awesome, too." "Definitely awesome," she corrected me. "That was the most perfect break to get me through the rest of the day."

Lila’s legs locked around me, pulling me deeper, begging without words for more, for harder, for everything. The fantasy made everything sharper. Hotter. I fucked harder, chasing that image, chasing the pleasure that felt stolen and wrong and impossibly right all at once. Each thrust pushed deeper, hips grinding against hers at the end of every stroke, drawing out low whimpers from her throat. My free hand slid down her side, gripping her hip firmly to angle her just right, so every slide hit that spot inside her that made her back bow and her breath hitch. Delaney cried out again, louder now, her inner walls fluttering around me as she climbed toward her own release. “Ryder… oh God…” Her vo

They alternated, spit-roasting me, hands pinning my wrists. I came repeatedly, body shaking, until they both pulled out, cumming on my tits and face. Hot ropes of semen marked me, their possession complete. As we lay tangled, sweat-slicked, I knew this was just the beginning. My deceptions were unravelling into reality, and I craved every taboo moment.

He delved in, a single, masterful stroke before he found my clit and began to circle it, a slow, torturous rhythm that had me squirming on the edge. “You’re still thinking about me when you’re next to me,” he stated, it was a fact, not a question. “Aren’t you?” “Yes,” I muttered, the word torn from me. His touch was doing something dangerous to me, rewiring my brain, melting my bones. “Tell me what you see,” he commanded, his finger pressing harder, demanding more. “I see your mouth between my legs,” I gasped, the fantasy spilling from my lips. “I see you bending me over your desk and calling me your little whore. I see your cum leaking out of me.”

I imagined him behind me, pressing his thick cock against my ass while his fingers plunged inside me. I dipped two fingers into my dripping entrance, pumping slowly, my other hand squeezing my breast through the dress. “Mmm… Jace,” I moaned softly, eyes fluttering shut. “Please… fuck me.” My fingers moved faster, slick sounds filling the luxurious bathroom. I was soaked, arousal coating my thighs as I chased the fantasy. In my head, he had me bent over, collar around my throat, calling me his dirty little secret while Mia slept downstairs. “Oh god… yes, Sir…” The word slipped out unbidden, sending a fresh gush of wetness over my fingers.

"This feels like it would be juicy." I nodded. It's juicy alright. Student daydreams about fucking her substitute econ lecturer. Boy, oh boy! "You know how I get weird sexually induced fantasizes from time to time about guys I wish I could get but never get?" She nodded with a sly grin. "Well. It happened yesterday in class." I said. Corey's eyes glowed. She was going to cut my arm out and beat me to death with the limb if I didn't spill the beans. "C'mon, who's the guy?"

Her world was reduced to the push and pull of flesh, the taste of salt and sweat, the burn of stretch, the shocking warmth of internal releases, and the thick, cooling splatter of cum on her skin. Through it all, Sam was her anchor in the storm. His smooth hands would occasionally stroke her hair, her cheek. His voice would whisper in her ear, dark and proud. “You’re taking them all, baby. Every single one. You’re my perfect, filthy fantasy.” And each time, a new wave of desperate, shameful arousal would crest within her. The final man—the gruff one from the very beginning—finished with a roar, pulling out of her well-used pussy to paint stripes of cum across her stomach and breasts. Then, s

I melted into the kiss, tasting the wine and the passion and the promise of many more nights exactly like this one. Best drunk sex of my life.

I ask. Kira doesn’t say a word, so I stop. "Rhys," she begs. "Is it?" I ask again. "Yes," she mumbles. "What else?" I demand. Kira shivers when I trail my fingers down her stomach. She moans my name, the sound of it rushing straight to my cock. I pull her shirt open the rest of the way. "Here’s what’s gonna happen." I kiss her belly. "You are going to read me every one of those fantasies, and I will make them come true." Another kiss, this time much lower. "I will spend the night giving you something real to write about."

" Destiny shook her hand and introduced herself as well. Jewel giggled nervously and said, 'Honesty I'm not sure where to begin. I guess I'll just start with a bit of my history. I work at a very busy and demanding job. I don't have much of a social life. When I do go out though I like to have sex. Just being honest so please don't judge me. I love my work, but all the stress gets to me through the week so on the weekends when I can find someone, I will more often than not take advantage of the opportunity. Sex relaxes me like nothing else especially good sex. Unfortunately, I've hit a dry spell lately. The few sexual partners I've had have been way too quick and then out they go. I must fin