Novel & Cerita Fantasy Smut

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

He leaned down, lips brushing my ear. "I've been reading a lot of adult books... Smut... my research tells me women love the things men do to them there. Can I try something out? I've been learning about how to pleasure you for so long. Reading helps me imagine you... p**n videos don't do that for me." What the hell were smut and p**n? I swallowed tightly, heart hammering, thighs pressing together uselessly around nothing. "Yes," I whispered, voice already wrecked. "Do whatever you want to me."

“You are fucking soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet.” My fantasy of getting fucked over his table is now coming to reality, I whimpered as his fingers moved my panties and touched my pussy. He raised my skirt up to my waist with no hesitation, the cold air hit my wet panties making it extremely cold on my pussy. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on his cold glass desk, he removed my panties and shove my legs apart, wide and open, like a slut. His fingers traced the juice running down my thighs back to my pussy, rubbing my pussy and looking into my eyes. My skin tingled and breath hitched.

Me: This is wrong. Unknown: Does it feel wrong when I tell you how beautiful you are? How I would kiss every inch of that soft stomach you try to hide? How I would worship between your thighs until you couldn't remember your own name? I lay back on the bed, breathing faster. My free hand moved down my body almost involuntarily, slipping under the waistband of my shorts. I was already soaked. My fingers found my swollen clit and began slow circles as I read his next message. Unknown: That's it. Touch yourself for me, Isabella. Imagine my hands instead of yours. My mouth. My tongue tasting how sweet you are.

DANGEROUS ADDICTION: SEX, LOVE AND SCADAL "Everything I hate...Yet Crave." A COLLECTION OF STEAMY SEXUAL FANTASIES. This story contains smut, therefore caution advised if you are underaged, please do not read or if you would feel uncomfortable with extremely explicit sexual contents. Stay away if you are not a fan of self gratification, taboos and non-committal relationships. If you feel like you can read on then be my adorable guest on a highly steamy and pleasurable journey that will leave you so high, horny and sexually active only at reading. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK OF HORNINESS

A Climactic Encounter. Exploring the depths of pleasure and connection in a moment of intense passion. . A smirk formed on Frank’s lips as he turned towards me, catching me staring. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, but I couldn't deny the desire that burnt within me. I desired to touch him, to feel his wonderful cock beneath my fingertips. I knew I had to act on it before the moment slipped away. Embracing my boldness, I closed the distance between us, ready to fulfil the fantasy that had taken root in my mind.

Within seconds I was completely naked, standing in his entryway, my body already flushed with arousal. He circled me slowly, his eyes roaming over every inch of my exposed skin. I felt like prey being examined by a predator. The thought made wetness pool between my thighs. "Look at you," he murmured. "Already wet and I haven't even touched you yet. Such a needy little slut." The degradation sent a thrill through me. My nipples hardened into stiff peaks and I felt myself getting wetter. "Yes Sir," I breathed. "Yes Sir what?" "I'm a needy little slut Sir."

It's full of vulgar…words and scenes” I shuddered slightly. “So your wife reads smut, big whoop” He rolled his eyes dropping the book back to the table. “It's bothering” I countered. “She looks nothing like that” “You know what I think?” He suddenly grinned and I cringed inwardly. “No, I don't think I want to know” I quickly decided sensing he was about to say something stupid but he continued anyway. “I think she has fantasies and she wants you to fulfill them” He grinned, dropping the most stupid and absurd notion of the year on me.

“My name is Sapphire and I’m here from Fantasies.” The muscles in Felix’s body visibly relaxed. Fantasies was an elite at home prostitute service. Their website allowed for patrons to pick any girl with whatever body specifications, kinks, accents, accessories or outfits the men desired. Fantasies ensured that all of their girls were devoid of STDs and had contraceptives so that men who wanted to enjoy the pleasure of sex without the pressure of condoms could be free to do so.

Her pussy glistened with arousal, lips puffy and twitching, clit already begging. She whimpered. Then something touched her. A warm enchanted tendril ran along the folds of her cunt. Not rough nor gentle but curious. “So wet already,” he murmured. “You’re aching to be used. Do you fantasize about being forced, little acolyte? Being taken on the altar while your sisters pray above?” “Stop it—gods, stop—” Another tendril flicked her clit. She jerked violently. Her mouth opened in a moan before she could stop it.