Female Fantasy Authors Novels & Stories

They should have counted themselves lucky that he wanted to let out this luxurious apartment to them. Unaware that Vanessa wasn’t in the house, he went up to the girls’ wing to introduce himself properly and lay down rules. He got to Charlotte’s door first. He wanted to knock when he heard a squeak followed by an intense vibration. Now, Charlotte was moaning loudly, and he facepalmed himself. Why were the women in his home so sexually compromised? First, it was Vanessa’s rose toy. Now, he was sure that Charlotte was in there electrocuting her pussy with a vibrator. He knocked and the vibration stopped instantly.

I hired the best spy to try to find that mysterious girl, but a small part of me is still unfulfilled because I have learned so little about her. In every magazine, only I got a magazine publication number. When I talked to them, they simply told me about that author's work online and did not reveal her real identity, even to those publishers. She writes under the alias "Authoress Naughty," and I find myself curious as to why she went with that name.

I slipped my hand inside my panties and touched myself directly, gasping at how wet and slippery I had become. I imagined him pushing me gently against his desk, lifting my skirt, and sliding his hand between my legs. In my fantasy, his fingers were veiny and muscular as they explored me, rubbing my clit and then pushing slowly inside me. “Oh…” I whispered, my hips rocking against my own hand. I pushed one finger inside myself, then two, pumping them slowly while my thumb continued rubbing my clit. The fantasy became more vivid. I saw Mr. Blackwood unbuckling his belt, pulling out his thick cock, and rubbing the head against my virgin entrance.

I tried to avert my gaze but I could not, not when a part of me longed to be one of those girls. The way they were handled by the Lycans. Delicate and tender. The Lycans went down on them, licking and fingering their way into their core as I watched these girls stretch and groan, grappling and gasping before flipping them over their stomachs, setting them up to bury their huge groin into their wet entrance. Then they went all in, thrusting into them as these girls begged them for more. I crossed my legs tightly, only to realise I had gotten wet. I closed my eyes and prayed to the goddess that it all passed quickly, but it didn't. Soon the whole room was filled with moans and screams. Their s

"It's true. Quite a few of the books I used to read were reverse harem novels. One woman having to serve two or more men. They weren't the only type I read, but maybe fifty percent." "Wasn't my brother enough of a man for you?" "Master is the most skillful lover I've ever had. The best orgasms of my life have been with him?" "Would you agree, Lisa?" Cindy asked. "Definitely. Totally cosmic cums; much better than my former husband." "The one who raped you both, who got shot? Mom and Dad told me about him." "That's the one." "So why did you fantasize about multiple men fucking you?" Cindy asked.

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The thought should have terrified me, made me snap out of all this but Instead, it made my pussy clamp down hard around his thrusting cock. Marcus groaned at the sudden tightness. “That’s right. You want it, don’t you? You want your stepfather to pump this fertile little womb full of cum. Risk getting knocked up while your mother is halfway across the world.” My mind spun with the dark, forbidden fantasy. I nodded frantically, tears streaming. “Yes… yes, Sir. Please breed me. I want it. I want your cum inside me.” Marcus’s pace turned punishing. He fucked me hard now, the bed creaking beneath us, skin slapping against skin. His hand left my throat to reach between us, his thumb rubbing tight

She screamed in pleasure, gripping the marble edge as I railed her mercilessly. The girl recovered quickly and slid beneath us in the water, positioning herself so she could lick Sister Magdalene’s clit while I fucked her. The double stimulation made the nun lose control completely—her body shaking, incoherent prayers and curses spilling from her lips. I reached down, grabbing a handful of the girl’s wet hair, holding her face against the nun’s pussy as I pounded. “Drink her juices,” I ordered. “Taste how sinful she is.” The girl obeyed, licking and sucking eagerly. Sister Magdalene came hard, screaming, her walls pulsing around my cock, squirting into the girl’s hungry mouth and into the ho

Theo Grant's thumb forced my lips apart as his piercing green eyes locked onto mine in Kai Voss's locked office, the rain drumming the window like it was keeping time with the pulse pounding between my legs . while Lucas Vale ripped my soaked white café shirt clean off tossing it aside leaving my black lace bra exposed and nipples straining hard against the fabric. cool air hitting my skin as all three professors crowded closer their hands everywhere possessive and hungry dripping wet from a storm now about to get railed by my Lit professors felt like the dirtiest fantasy I'd ever had racing through my head.

The pleasure built fast and brutal while he kept choking me while whispering filthy praise in my ear telling me how I was made for his cock, how he owned every hole, how he would never let me go. He suddenly pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach, and yanked my hips up high. He slammed back into me from behind, fucking me like an animal the new angle made me cry out into the pillow as he hit that perfect spot inside me with every brutal thrust. “Tell me who owns this pussy,” he demanded, spanking my ass hard between thrusts, leaving fresh red handprints. “You do!” I moaned loudly. “Only you, Damien. I’m your whore.” He fucked me mercilessly, one hand fisting my hair while the other reached a