Novel & Cerita Fifty Shades Fan Fiction

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

I want to lose my mind. Entry 7.3: I wonder how it feels to have sex while blindfolded or in front of a mirror. A lump forms in my throat. For someone so shy, Felicity sure has some wild sexual fantasies. It's turning me on. And there's more. Entry 7.4: He'll pin my hands above my head and demand my surrender with his mouth, claiming my lips and worshiping my breasts. With his fingers, he will make me melt, pressing the secret button that transforms my excitement into ecstasy.

Eden nodded, even though he couldn’t see it. For the next twenty minutes, Julian kept the scene soft but structured. He used a soft suede flogger, dragging it lightly across her skin before giving her a few gentle strikes on her thighs and stomach. The sensation was more about the sound and the anticipation than actual pain. He also used a blindfold and light restraint, occasionally checking in with her. “Color?” he would ask every few minutes. “Green,” she would answer, her voice growing softer each time. By the end of the scene, Eden felt strangely floaty. Her mind was quiet in a way it hadn’t been in years. When Julian finally removed the blindfold and uncuffed her, she blinked up at him,

I stepped from the shower, my whole body tingling from the effect of Zaine’s touch. I was in awe at the things that man was capable of with his fingers. While at the same time in shock at the huge step we had taken from friends to whatever this was… friends with benefits? A couple? It was a thought that I had had multiple times since things had altered between us. Yet it was a thought I was scared to consider what it truly was. I wanted everything. The moment I surrendered to Zaine's kisses, I realized when our friendship had begun all that time ago, it had started the basis for building this that lay between us now and potentially so much more. But, I was terrified he may not feel the same…

*******************The phone call from mom didn’t even stop us from still fucking our selves hard if anything it only made Derek more pissed and gave him a lot of energy to fuck my pussy more hard and in other crazy ways************** Derek kept pounding my pussy very hard on the floor at the kitchen entrance, his thick cock was slamming deep into my dripping pussy in the doggy position I was in on the cold floor. My screams and moans echoed through the open space, and tears of overwhelming pleasure were still streaking down my soft delicate cheeks as I begged for more of his long massive cock. The phone continued ringing somewhere in the background, and it has been ignored for several more

Jordan groaned, giving her the fucking she craved and in his head he imagined the look on Jordan's face when his eighteen-year-old friend saw that he had conquered a woman on par with Faith' perfection to add to their freshly started p**n-themed Onlyfans. Damn, he was fucking a gold mine and he was desperate to mine it! "AHHHH! YES! Ahhh! AHHHH!" she groaned, her cunt quivering around him, and although she was close, she had to put her foot down to the p**n fantasy that Jordan was conducting. "Ahhhhh! I'm your whore, but you can't make me do p**n!" Faith moaned and her words did the unthinkable, it made him completely unhinged.

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

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.

I’d deleted the account ages back. Or hadn’t I? I couldn’t remember. “How the hell–” “Doesn’t matter anyway,” she gave a smug grin, satisfied with the reaction she’d gotten from me. She sat up, the sheets pooling down to her waist, revealing her bare tits which were still flushed from earlier. “I’ve fantasized about it. About you tying me up and hurting me just enough, making me scream your name in tears as you make me come so hard I forget your name.” I stared at her. Twenty one today. Spencer’s little girl and she was already asking for the side of me I’d buried because it was too dark, too risky, way too much to explain to anyone; especially not the daughter of my best friend.

Lindsey stared into thin air after going through her phone, she had visited the photo studio with Keith after the contract was finalized and the pictures they took together were flying through social media. She heard her door open and turned it was Leen and her mother. "Please not now" Lindsey sneered closing her eyes. "I'm glad you took my advice, see you have 2.5 million followers," Angela said showing Lindsey her phone but she wasn't interested. "Congrats darling, I'm going to be the bridesmaid to the fifth richest man in the city," Leen said giving Lindsey a big hug. "It's just a fake wedding and it's going to be a private event so_," Lindsey said finally opening her eyes.