Farting Fantasy Novels & Stories

He’d guide my movements, gripping my bum, groaning as I rode him. And finally, he would take me to bed, where he’d finish what he started. Afterward, we’d collapse beside each other, our bodies damp with sweat, our chests rising and falling in sync as we caught our breath— Wait. Am I seriously fantasizing an entire se.x scene right now? I blinked, shaking my head. For God’s sake! I’d never done this before. Sure, I’d imagined everyday scenarios, played out little dialogues in my head—that was normal. Everyone did that. As one comedian put it, we’re all a little nuts. But this? This was next-level.

then spooned a large spoonful of pasta. "Hmmm .... yeeah." I muttered with a mouth full of food. "You owe me. You owe me ..." I looked at him, he spooned the pasta into his mouth, I imitated his movement ... still watching and waiting for the next sentence. "A mind blowing sex ... That overcomes Christian Gray's fantasy madness." Hearing that I almost spat all my mouth. Is he crazy? I am crazy? Or has the world gone mad? What did he say earlier? Chris ... Christian Gray? A male fictional character with crazy sex fantasies?

Many even sparked a level of curiosity within me that I didn't even know existed until recently. Jimmy and I had been dating about six months when he caught me one night reading a story and masturbating in front of my computer, he became quite upset. Really, I don't get the big deal since I'd caught him many a time jerking off to assorted porno videos he has watched, but all the same, he was quite upset. Now, Jimmy's a handsome guy, standing just under 6' tall, with shaggy brownish-blonde hair, brown eyes, and a fairly muscular build. Many girls found him attractive, and physically, he is. Everyone said we made a good couple; I'm petite, with strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, and plenty of

“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.

He let his mind wander in fantasy as he started to stroke himself there in the tub. In his fantasy, he was back in his mother's bed. He had talked her into anal due to her not being on birth control. In his mind, he was on his knees behind Ann, who was on all fours. Brandon lay in the tub and jacked his cock with long firm strokes as he imagined his mother reminding him to be slow and gentle with her. He pictured the swell of her wide ass and hips, the sides of her dangling tits visible on either side of her torso. He kissed her buttocks and then gave her anus a firm lick before sliding a lubed finger slowly into her ass. He imagined it being warm and tight as he moved it back and forth, add

Not a second later, I sucked in a sharp breath, feeling his fingers close around my painful cock. I don’t remember being in so much pain, needing a release but also denying myself the release. Not to mention prolonging the torture. Eating Miles’ pussy takes priority– Right after fantasising, spanking and burying my face in his ass. I’m convinced that if there’s one thing that could have the ability to make me go bankrupt, it’d be that ass. His fart probably smells like pomegranate too.

Tonight we made it real with a game we called **The Shared Fantasy**. The rules were simple but powerful: - Each person starts by touching themselves. - You confess a fantasy in detail while you touch. - The others echo your fantasy by touching themselves or you. - The game escalates until fantasies become reality. My heart was racing as I untied my robe and let it fall to the floor. I was completely naked. I sat on the edge of the large bed, spread my legs, and slowly ran two fingers along my already wet pussy. “I’ll start,” I whispered, my voice soft. “My fantasy is being watched while I touch myself… and then being shared by both of you.”

I’m a disgusting, filthy whore. For years, I’ve hidden the darkest fantasies that consume me every single night. Gangbangs. Being used by multiple men at once. Rough, degrading, cum-soaked, no-limits sex where I’m nothing but a set of warm holes for them to destroy. I dream about being passed around, choked, slapped, filled in every hole until cum is leaking from my pussy, ass, and mouth. I touch myself thinking about it constantly — three, four, five cocks at the same time, stretching me, using me, breeding me like a cheap slut.

he purred Pulling him close to me I whispered "I don't care...but I really wanna f*ck right now." I giggled. "You are high. What the f*ck are you doing in Paris f*cking with fairies almost getting initiated if I didn't save your ass just now you were about to touch yourself." I giggled "Fairies?" "Yes this is fairy territory, everyone knows fairies live in Paris and you don't get involved with them." His tone was strict "Well unless you are a dumb human, who wants to get trapped in a fantasy forever."

I explained, and this time his big brown eyes come to meet mine, offering me a small nod. “Yeah, I guess I get that.” He smiled. “So what else did I do seeing as you seem to have turned me into some serious romantic love-sick fool?” And there we lay for I don’t know how long discussing all the things we could explain with regards to out past together if anybody were to ask us. Some we were able to intermingle the truth of our friendship, others were well and truly imaginary, which we had fun creating. There had been so much laughter, and smiles as we lay side by side chatting about everything under the sun, building this oddly fake relationship we needed to make everyone else believe. Yet, b