Fifty Shades Fanfic Novels & Stories

Reporter Sharon said sitting down. "Nancy, oh the one that got married, so what did she say?" Cynthia asked. "Hear for yourself," Reporter Sharon played the recording conversation for them to hear. Unknown to Nancy, Sharon has been recording everything they were saying. "Wow, so you are going to publish it tomorrow?" Vanessa asked. "Yes, but not about the sex tape or the secret affair with Miguel, I'm going to pressurize Lindsey to get pregnant, she won't have any other choice but to desperately crave for pregnancy," Reporter Sharon smiled.

Stacey shoved him onto the plush sectional sofa, straddling his lap reverse, ass cheeks spreading wide as she sank onto his still-hard cock. "Fantasy one: fuck me like your dirty little anal slut," she demanded, voice husky, guiding his spit-slicked thumb to her asshole. He pressed in alongside his cock stretching her puss no, wait, she lifted, repositioning to impale her ass directly. The tight ring yielded slowly, burning gloriously, her moan guttural as inch after inch disappeared inside. Dean's hands clamped her hips, slamming her down fully, the slap of her cheeks against his thighs echoing off the vaulted ceiling.

“Fuck me like I’m your girlfriend.” I was pretty sure I heard another moan from the other room and then that was it. Willow would not leave my mind. Flashes of her in her bikini danced in my mind and how I had pinned her down earlier. Thinking of her body under mine made me shiver with pleasure. I could hear Shauna moaning, but I hardly registered it. My mind was caught in a fantasy. I started sucking on her neck as I pushed as deep inside of her I could. “Faster,” She breathed. “And harder.”

I have tried to seduce Lena countless times, but she always shyly pulled away like she was scared of getting tainted by me. I wanted to break that innocence. I wanted to hear her scream out my name in pleasure while I pounded her from behind as her huge tits bounced from the impact. I have envisioned this fantasy so hard that thinking about it made my dick twitch in my pants painfully. I fantasized about how warm her tight cunt would feel when I was balls deep inside her. How it would feel like when I fucked her mouth while those innocent brown orbs looked up to me like I was her salvation. And I would worship her like the goddess she was, if only she would give me a chance.

Now we could see she had expensive looking black and white high heels on which completed her outfit nicely. Ann came back toward the chair and stood in front of it. "So, lover, would you like to k ow what my naughty story is about? Yes? Well, it's a little fantasy I had about you actually. Maybe we should play it out instead of you reading it. What's that? You want to know what it's about?" She smiled and looked up to the corners of her eyes. "Well lover, it's about a bitch who makes a guy jerk off while she teases him about what he may or may not get to see."

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content, detailed discussions of BDSM/kink (including anal play, rimming, impact play, pegging, group sex fantasies, submission, dominance), graphic masturbation fantasies, strong language, and taboo sexual themes. 18+ only. CHAPTER ONE "Hey, Nick, can we join you while you cool down?" I looked up to see a couple of ladies in their own athletic attire. My mind scrambled to match names to faces. I had been in the zone on the run.

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 wrap mу legs around him, еnсоurаgіng hіm, рullіng him іn deeper, rеvеlіng іn thе delicious frісtіоn аѕ hе ѕlаmѕ into mу G-ѕроt, mаkіng me сlеnсh аnd ѕhuddеr аrоund hіm. As I’m ejected frоm this place іntо a ѕtrаtоѕрhеrе of endless рlеаѕurе, thrоbbіng, moaning аnd thrаѕhіng mу hеаd аѕ hе jоіnѕ mе, еmрtуіng himself іnѕіdе of me. I'm embarrassed and ashamed at the same time, I'm kidnapped and locked in the darkroom, don't know from how many days and to ease my fear I'm fantasizing right now about Blake.

The naughty teacher/younger student thing was cliché, but that made it hotter. He reached for her, but she stepped back. “Uh-uh. Not yet.” She moved toward her desk, slid open the drawer, and pulled out a tie, his, from a day she’d made him wear one for a presentation. She tossed it to him. “Put your hands behind the chair,” she ordered. “How very Fifty Shades of you. Are you about to make me beg?” She tilted her head. “That depends. Are you a fast learner? And those books sold over 165 million copies, so shut up. Don’t judge. Clearly something’s there.” She winked.

he sent. “Guess you’ll have to find out ,” I fired back. “I’m going to push you to explore every dirty, forbidden desire you’ve hidden. Big challenges are coming,” he promised. I wanted it all. The heat, the filth, the surrender. “I need you to do something before we meet tomorrow,” he texted. “What?” My pulse quickened. “Watch Fifty Shades of Grey. Tell me your thoughts.” I agreed, intrigued. “You trying to tell me something by making me watch it?” I added playfully.