Fifty Shades Fanfic Novels & Stories

I corrected with a weary sigh, already anticipating the litany of smutty rejoinders awaiting, "nothing more, nothing less." "Smoky, you say?" Lilly positively purred back at me, no doubt proverbial gears already whirring overtime. "How deliciously apropos and dripping with sultry symbolism if she were the helpless ingenue swept into 'forbidden dalliances' with your dashing young ghostwriter when he comes padding into witness..." I cradled the receiver away, massaging my temples to stave off the impending headache accompanying her unwavering libido. "Oh, sweet Lord, give me patience..."

He should be one of the many things I should forget at the moment… or perhaps forever. After all, his replacement could be Finn. “Your hidden fantasies, darling.” I purred just as my kneels touched the soft material of my couch. Finn was on his back and he had me riding his lower waist. He wanted me too but he was resisting. “With me, you will never have to hide your fantasies, Finn.” Like we were under a spell... Well me especially, I rushed to get his trousers off. He rolled my dress higher. Up to my stomach. I was wet enough. My juice could feed a baby if it was milk.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

The candle on the nightstand had burned down to a short, weeping nub of wax, casting long, amber-hued shadows across the heavy black silk sheets of Elias’s bed. Inside the locked chamber, the quiet was absolute, save for the ragged, synchronized breathing of two souls who had finally stripped away the armor of their lies. The suffocating weight of the outside world...the looming specter of the Mate Run, the mocking eyes of the Alpha King, and the cruel demands of the Blackwood lineage had ceased to exist. In this space, there was only the heat, the scent, and the desperate, pure surrender that had rewritten their fates.

“That’s was I thought. I’m not sure of the full story but I think she was a fling and she got too attached or something. Anyways, things got sort of messy when Felix showed up. She demanded an apology from him before she unlocked the door. He refused to give her an apology. Then, he broke the door down. They had this long argument and Sapphire was ranting about how Felix cost her a job at Fantasies…” Isabel looked up from administering a shot of insulin. “Wait. Sapphire said she was from Fantasies?” “Yeah. Is that supposed to mean something?” “Fantasies are like this super elite at-home prostitution. Guys get to pick and choose the specific qualities and outfits that they want in a girl and

“Bending me over your dressing room table… fucking me hard while the fans outside were still screaming your name. Imagining you coming inside me… marking me… making me yours so no one else could ever have me.” Min-jae’s eyes flashed with something dangerously possessive. He curled his fingers harder, hitting that perfect spot over and over until my vision blurred. “That’s it, baby. Such filthy thoughts for such a sweet fan. You want me to claim you? Fill you up until you’re leaking my cum for days?” “Yes—please—Min-jae!” I cried out, my body trembling on the edge of release. The coil in my belly was wound so tight it hurt, every stroke of his fingers pushing me closer to the abyss.

All characters in this book are 18 years or older, and all sexual encounters are fully consensual. Enjoy and don’t forget to leave your comments!!😊🤭😝😜 ***** ALEX My straight roommate isn’t aware of the illicit thoughts I have for him. He walks around the room in those super tight, sexy underwear and at times naked when changing, not knowing I fantasize about chugging down on his beautiful cock and feeling his seed burst down my throat. It all started after I got into college. I had only moved in a few weeks ago but was already living with three guys, all of whom are straight.

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro

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’.

Cum from earlier loads frothed at her entrance, dripping down her trembling legs, her perky tits scraping the rough wood with every jolt. Sara's mind reeled in the emotional haze, the physical onslaught blending with the deep affection for Mia, their bodies so close yet ravaged separately. She reached out, fingers tangling in Mia's dark hair, pulling her friend's face near for a messy kiss. Their lips met in a clash of tongues and saliva, tasting the salty remnants of anonymous seed.