Novelas y relatos de Fiction Prompts

Ever since the incident went viral, fictional stories written by fans appeared in rapid succession. "Please write one where they're both high school students! Since you can write well, please write as much as you can!" "The exams are over now. When are you going to do a live stream, Madam? Will you feature Mr. Fordham as well? If the two of you appear together, I'm really going to send you a gift this time!" "This is more entertaining than romance novels. Those who called Madam a vixen are all soggy-ass cucumbers!"

I felt my pussy contract at his words, grasping at something that wasn’t there yet I desperately craved. “Just focus on the stars, baby.” he licked up and down my neck while his fingers finally parted my folds, finding my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves until I shook. I stared up at the ceiling as shooting stars and comets zipped by. I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky.

I want User 677 inside me, pinning me down like a whore while he thrusts his hips like a monster. “Please, Sir…” I whimper. “Please, fuck me for real. Please.” He rams the dildo into me and pauses with it buried deep. I’m panting like crazy, sweat on my brow. “You need to remember the proposal, Holly. I’m not going to fuck your cunt, you horny little bitch. I’m going to fuck your ass.” Oh fuck, yes, the proposal. It’s already long gone from my mind. I’m tempted to say have my pussy for free, but it’s obvious User 677 has his own agenda. He continues with the toy fucking, twisting his fingers as he goes.

"I do not need witchy powers to make something grow." He looks so proud of himself and I burst out laughing. His eyes intensify and I wonder if I shouldn't have laughed. His free hand goes to my ribcage and he tickles me. I have another trick. He most likely has it, too, he just doesn't know it yet. Electricity arcs from my fingers and travels into his body. It probably wouldn't have been so surprising for him if I wasn't holding his erection. The next thing I know, he stands up and my body slides backward. My bottom slips beneath me and my head goes underwater. Tyboll drags me up by my arms as I spew water from my mouth.

This unexpected encounter had awakened a side of him that he never knew existed, fueling his darkest fantasies and leaving him yearning for more. Aiden observed the scene before him, captivated by the sight of the beautiful woman getting fucked by the two brothers. His imagination sparked, and he found himself drawn into the fantasy, yearning to be the one pleasuring her. He envisioned himself intimately entwined with her, his desire intensifying as he imagined his own hands caressing her delicate features, exploring her tender lips, and savoring her. He wished it was his cock that fucking her little mouth, tight pussy and asshole.

Then I used two fingers circling my clit, then faster, my hips rocking up my hands. I leaned on the wall, with my legs wide opened as I thrust my fingers into my pussy. I started to imagine Jack’s cock stretching my pussy as he grinded his waist into mine, and his hand choking my neck as I held them myself. I couldn’t stop now, the imaginations, me fucking myself. I kept on feeling his tongue suck my nipples. Twirling his tongue on my tits as stroked his cock into me. I continued as my fingers went into my pussy faster.

She seemed to agree. The conversations about 'other men' continued to develop over a few months. Anna even role-played cheating on me. When I came home, she would relate details of her latest fabricated encounter. It made me indescribably hot, and we would ravish each other passionately. Each time, however, I made her understand that, although I loved the role-play, I could never actually do it. It was while I was on this forced business trip, that I received a a text message from an unknown number which said, 'Your fantasy will happen this week.'

Enemies who fvck like the world is ending. Sex-enemies, that’s exactly what we were. Pure hate-sex in the snow, raw and desperate. I cracked my knuckles, took a long sip of the coffee I’d brought with me, and dove straight in. This story was going to be long, dirty, and dripping with the kind of banter that makes people melt. I typed out the title in bold letters: 'Snowbound Enemies: A Hate-F-ck Holiday'.

I pushed a third finger in, stretching myself open, feeling that delicious burn. In my fantasy, he bent me over the kitchen counter, yanking my shorts down my ankles. I could almost feel the cool edge of the granite pressing into my hips as he freed his cock and rubbed the thick head along my dripping slit. I rolled onto my stomach, ass lifted slightly, face buried in the pillow so I could pretend he was right behind me. My fingers kept thrusting; three of them now, while my hips rocked back to meet every stroke. My pillow smelled of shampoo, but it was his scent that surrounded me. His big hand was gripping my hip hard enough to leave marks, pulling me back onto his cock as he sank into me

/LUKE/ Stuck on my hands and knees on top of the wooden coffee table, my heart was hammering against my ribs. This was the first time I'd done something this crazy and now that what I've been waiting for was finally happening, it was hard to not feel a bit anxious. I reached back with both hands, gripping my own cheeks and pulling them wide apart, presenting my twitching hole to the 6'4 basketball jock standing right behind me. "Make a mess out of me," I begged. I wondered if he'd slide it in right now. It didn't matter, right? I mean, I was already wet down there so it shouldn't be hard to take him in.