Fiction Prompts Novels & Stories

You are welcome for fair criticism, but not vulgarity. This is totally a work of fiction. Names, character, business, place and incidence are either a product of Author's imaginations or used in fictitious manner. Any sort of resemblance to any actual person, living or dead, or any actual event is purely coincidental. Author has no intention of writing any biography of anyone. -------------WARNINGS-------- Don't tell me later that I didn't warn you at the beginning ❤️ #openmind #18+ #forbidden love #erotic #BDSM

***CONTENT TRIGGER WARNING*** please be aware that the following content may be seen as triggering to some, however this is fiction and the actions/situations described are in no way condoned by the author. I'm dreaming of a young man, excited to be starting his first day at a training camp, he makes friends and studies hard, but he is lonely. I try to reach out to him, but I can't move, I’m pinned in place and it's getting hot. I try to call out to the young man for help, but I can't make any sound. Something is blocking me from calling out, and I'm now struggling to breath.

The helplessness of wanting something so badly and having no control over getting it. Then I closed the email tab. And opened a different document. The file was titled “Untitled Document 3” because I wasn’t creative with file names. But inside was something I’d never admit to anyone…not even Aria. My secret project. My guilty pleasure. My completely mortifying hobby. I wrote eroticas.I posted under the username “MidnightConfessions” on a fiction site. I wrote whenever I got inspiration. And lately? Inspiration was hitting me hard and frequently.

Her chest heaved with each breath she took, and her eyes traveled between closing and staying open. Her toes stiffened, and at some point, her mouth just stayed open with nothing but drool coming out of it. Penelope spread her legs even wider, and like a feral animal, she grabbed his head and pulled his face in closer to lick up the juices. I could never get enough of this. Most men would get jealous and maybe bash Dustin’s head in, but I wasn’t most men, I was Felix. A man whose greatest fantasy had been to watch another man fuck his wife until she was screaming his name, begging him to plunge his dick even deeper into her and breed her even though she knew damn well that the man wasn’t her

Their legs began to shuffle but one of the campers stood still, his legs couldn't move and he had pissed on himself. "Everyone... Run! John screamed and immediately they began sprinted through the dark woods, some towards the direction of the camp, others overwhelmed by fear ran in other directions heading to unknown destinations. Summer was ahead of them all while Glenn and John were behind her. She wanted to die but certainly not in the hands of a beast she was yet to believe was real.

The moment I did so, the smile on my face faded into something else. A scrawly hand writing that belonged to Caramia had written on the very first page... My fantasies. I felt my breath immediately get heavy. Her fantasies? My Caramia's fantasies... Fantasies I would be most willing to make a reality out of. I flipped open the next page, curious to know what things were in my slut's head. 'To be fucked in a pool and even more better, to be fucked in a river' A smirk showed up on my lips. Well, our wants did match but mine could be a little bit more...

However, he had a constant inability to stay focused on just one story, so that the plot always became full of confusing twists. With a loud sigh, I got up and got a beer, went back to the room and started to dig into my f******k, as I took small sips in the bottle in hand. Between memes and photos of friends from school, I decided to look at my two hundred requests for friendships that would never be accepted. It was amazing how so many strangers appeared out of nowhere, although the last of them, whose request had been sent 3 hours ago, caught my attention immediately. Flynn Ashton.

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Ashley sipped it as she waited for an answer while Ella ran her finger on the edge of the glass. "That's sexual frustration to be precise." Ella rolled her eyes and she leaned back, glass in her hand and in one big gulp, all the liquor went smoothly down her throat. ''Why? You were with Caleb last night. The mighty badboy of the department. Girl, you are asking for too much," Ashley taunted. They have been friends for 3 years but Ella never told her that she did not experience the sexual climax which she is supposed to feel at the end of her intercourse. But today, she decided to come clean.

“I make bold promises because I have bold intentions. Now's your turn. Start by telling me what those fantasies are.” My heart stutters, “What?”