Fifty Shades Fanfic Novels & Stories

“That was different! That was fantasy-sex me who’s made bad decisions while drunk.” Misha laughed harder, clearly enjoying himself now. “Fantasy-sex you was insane. Hot, but criminally unhinged.” “Shut up,” I mumbled, my voice muffled by my hands. “No seriously, that wasn’t even vanilla. That was like, jet-black velvet dungeon level stuff.” I peeked at him between my fingers, scowling. “For the record, the wildest thing I ever wanted to try with Ezra was… doggy style.” He stared at me.

“Including the darkest one. The non-con fantasy where I chase you… catch you… and force my cock into my own daughter-in-law while she begs her father-in-law to stop.” My thighs pressed together instinctively. My clit throbbed painfully at his words. That particular fantasy had always been my most shameful—the one I wrote at nineteen with trembling fingers and a soaked pussy, imagining Victor as my forbidden father-in-law taking me against my will. Victor’s piercing green eyes darkened as he read the raw need flickering across my flushed face.

She makes me want things I never thought I'd want. "Are you a boob guy?" She asks lifting her hands to cover mine. "No. I think I'm a you-guy." I say rolling her nipples between my fingers "You're utter perfection. Every part of you was sculpted to drive me crazy." My hands squish her tits together and I bend to lick the water off. I'm not condoning it but fuck do I understand why Fan married her. "Think you can go again, big boy?" Her fingers wrap around my already hard cock making it jerk with anticipation. I'm ready to be inside her again. Hopefully this time it'll be longer and harder.

"This is going to sound sick, but the whole thing with tentacles . . . this unstoppable thing that just fucked you until you couldn't take it anymore just got me excited." "You took the part that you wanted, dumped the non-consensual crap aspect of it and made it your fantasy. Nothing wrong with that. It was neat seeing what goes on in that head of yours. Shane added it to the list, by the way." Shamira actually laughed. "He would." "It must've been strange having your deepest fantasies satisfied like that. And what was that at the end?" Shamira covered her face. She hadn't figured out what that had meant yet. "You mean when it turned into . . . you know --"

she told me as she shoved the white transparent panties under Fiona's pillow. “Have I ever told you that I fantasized about fucking you when we dated?” I growled while I pulled Betty down onto the bed. “Did I tell you that I jerked off after every date because you got me so aroused?” I felt Betty’s body shudder as I bent forward to suck on her cone shaped 36C left breast into my mouth. “Ooooh, Yesssss Jacob,” Betty purred softly. Her back arched up from the bed when I shoved two fingers deep into her gash.

Lila cried out, the sudden stretch making her eyes water. "Take this cock like a slutty little girl,” he growled, spanking her ass hard. The sharp slap echoed as he fucked her with raw intensity, hips slamming against her ass. Lila moaned loudly, hands pressed against the glass, body rocking with every brutal thrust. "I’ll fuck you senseless,” he rasped against her ear, pounding deeper, “you won’t be able to write another scene about me without wishing I was buried inside you like this.” Lila’s eyes widened in shock. Her mind reeled. What!? He knew about her Fanfics? He read them?.

I nodded softly, touched by how much she cared, before quickly changing the topic to something lighter so we wouldn't spend the whole walk feeling down. Later that night, I climbed back up the window and slipped into Anita’s bedroom once again. I stood near the edge of her bathroom mirror, looking down at the dark, purple-red hickey still sitting clearly on the side of my neck. I rubbed it with a wet towel, but it was not fading at all, and I had no idea how I was going to hide it tomorrow. "Kayzer, come to bed!" Anita called out softly from the bedroom. I stepped out of the bathroom, drying my hands. Anita was already lying under the thin sheets, wearing a tiny, satin tank top with thin spa

"I'm going! I'm going again! Mike! Please!" She reached over with her shaking left hand and picked up a black silk blindfold from her nightstand. She tied it quickly over her eyes, plunging herself into total darkness. Without her vision, the fantasy became one hundred percent real. In her mind, the machine disappeared. It was Mike. He was there, his hot breath on her neck, his heavy chest crushing her breasts as he pounded into her without mercy.

Every time he slammed back into her, I squeezed my shaft harder, imagining it was me bent over that glass instead of her. They fucked for nearly forty minutes—changing positions twice. Once with her riding him on the couch, tits bouncing wildly as she bounced on his cock. Then he stood her up against the window, lifted one of her legs, and drilled her from the front so I could see his thick cock stretching her pink pussy open with every thrust. When he finally came, he pulled out and painted her stomach and tits with thick ropes of cum, grunting loud enough that I could almost hear it through the glass. The girl cleaned herself up quickly, dressed, and left. Minutes later I watched her step

I continued, "I bet those silly girls wish they could trade places with us. I remember when you made me masturbate in the middle of the auditorium during that stupid bitch's feminist speech three weeks ago. I know at least three people saw me, and I came so fucking hard that my panties were wet for the rest of the day. How many times have you made me take my panties off during class and walk around the rest of the day without them? I have licked and sucked your pussy and clit so many times while you talked with mistress mommy on the phone, that I'm surprised she never said anything. You always put her on speaker when I do that. Do you like it when you make me your little white fuck slave? Be