Female Fantasy Authors Novels & Stories

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.

FICTION COME TRUE BOOK 5 Intro; Alessia Bellandi is a best seller dark romance author who has built her success writing about men who consume women whole. She writes about obsessive, dominant alpha males who are not just dangerous but attentive. Our reclusive writer lives a quiet life and she’s a socially awkward girl who lives in a quiet apartment that smells faintly of paper, ink, and the vanilla candles she forgets to blow out properly when writing. She writes about book men like a woman full and wild with experience which is quite the opposite of this dear author for she has never actually experienced life quite yet!

They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

Jenna's hands slid up Sadile's thighs, her fingers teasing the hem of her skirt. "You're so responsive," she murmured, her lips brushing against Sadile's ear. "I can feel your desire, your need." Sadile moaned softly, her head falling back as Jenna's lips trailed down her chest, her hands cupping her breasts. She was lost in a sea of sensation, her body responding to their touch with a hunger she had never known existed. Travis's hands joined Jenna's, his touch firm and confident as he explored her body, his lips brushing against her skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Just send me a message request mentioning the title of the book and I'll reply, that way it will be faster. My F******k name: Authoress Gaelly

“It came from my college days, Delilah. All the stories we’d hear about these whoring, loose girls screwing boys all over school, while acting like saints. The nymphomanic harlots cursed with the spirit of sex, the sluts who were hungry for cock as breakfast, lunch and dinner. I never thought I’d enjoy writing about such horrible women and fantasies years later. “Okay?” Delilah was uninterested in her story. “What’s the inspiration?” “I bought some of the material from the dark web.” She shrugged “And I’ve been researching for months. You’d be surprised what you can find when you start digging deep enough.” She said calmly while looking Delilah dead in the eye.

The End About the Author: A lover of romance and strong characterization, xxxR_RUIZxxx believes that any story worth reading should have a hero/heroine that the reader can fall in love with. She is currently living her dream, writing sizzling tales of suspense with paranormal elements, as well as contemporary and humorous romance. Some of her books contain highly sensual love scenes and sexual tension that will make your heart race!

Six pairs of hungry eyes devoured me, making shame burn through my entire body, but my pussy clenched hard, a fresh trickle of wetness slipping down my inner thigh. This wasn’t like the BDSM clubs. Those were controlled, safer with the anonymity of masks and the sanctity of it being a scene with safe words. But here? These were Damien’s serious business partners and they were staring at me like I was nothing but a set of warm holes. God, I had to be twisted for my body to react so hungrily to this. or maybe it was because my bestfriend had edged me earlier. Whatever it was, I hated it. Glancing at my dom one last time, the look in his eyes made my skin heat and then I started walking slowly

(WARNING) This work contains graphic, consensual non-vanilla sex including group sex (fivesome), choking, whipping, praise kink, and light dominance/submission. If any of these themes are triggering or upsetting to you, please do not read. No exceptions so please turn back now. To my sweet, filthy and smutty readers— the one who aches to be called a good girl while four strong hands claim every inch of you… This book is yours. Let them praise you, ruin you, and worship you exactly the way you crave.

My AirPods were blasting dark, sensual music as I read one of my dirtiest books. I couldn’t stay quiet. “Fuck…” I moaned loudly, back arching off the bed. “Oh my god, yes…” Two of my fingers slid inside me as I kept rubbing my swollen clit with my other hand. “Mmm… please… fuck me harder,” I whimpered reading out what the female lead said in the book, eyes fluttering shut. My hips were grinding against my hand desperately. “Yes… just like that… I’m such a dirty little slut…”