Fifty Shades Of Grey Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

My mind felt hazy, my pussy throbbing and oversensitive, a strange mix of shame and deep satisfaction settling over me. Grey didn’t pull out immediately. He stayed buried inside me for a long moment, breathing heavily against my neck. Then he slowly withdrew, flipped me onto my back, and kissed me deeply — slow, possessive, claiming. His tongue tangled with mine as his body covered me completely, pressing me down into the mattress with his weight.

“Like… what kind? Praise or Fifty Shades?” He smiled. “Never read either of them. I want someone to please. With pain. With pleasure. Safely. Consensually. Not at your place. Not at mine. Neutral ground. A place called Fantasies.” I licked my lips. He made it sound tempting. I wasn’t that kind of woman. At least I didn't think I was. “That’s a very generous offer, but—”

I allowed my voice to drift off as I rubbed a hand over my stomach. Fang’s gaze softened as he followed my movements, and he covered my hand with his own. “Everything will be okay,” he whispered, brushing his lips across mine. “Grey will love you as much as I do, I promise.” Yeah well, for my sake he better had do. ********************** “No.” Grey said simply. “What do you mean, ‘no’?” Fang asked with growing anger. I had been in Grey’s company less than a minute. In the time it had taken him to walk down the packhouse garden, look at mine and Fang’s fingers intwined at our sides and the happy, hopeful expression in our faces, he had already come to his decision.

She looked at me shamelessly as she traced a finger from my shoulder and down, I swallowed. “He's so eager to please Knows the right frequencies Worships me slowly Tells me I'm his only They say he's morally grey What can I say? Grey's my favorite color” She opened the sunroof and stood up, screaming the lyrics, “Oh oh, grey's my favorite color Oh oh, they say he's morally grey What can I say? Grey's my favorite-” As soon as I entered the neighborhood, I turned the volume down and she sat back glaring at me, “Why is my knight so grumpy?!” She pouted.

"When you caught me before, I wasn't, um. I wasn't watching p**n. Exactly." I flinched, waiting for Jennifer to freak out. Instead, she just looked at me expectantly. "See, I don't really like p**n either," I said, "Like you said, it's kind of weird to watch. Very fake and staged. So instead I like to, um, read stuff." "Like Fifty Shades of Grey?" Jennifer asked. "Sort of?" And then, I did something either incredibly smart or unbelievably stupid. "Here," I said, "I'll show you."

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

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.

The Innkeeper, frozen in a silent exclamation, seemed to fade from my vision. It was as if I was no longer in the dusty office, but suspended in a void, surrounded by swirling mists of light and shadow. Then, images began to coalesce within the glow of the parchment. They weren't static pictures, but fleeting, vibrant snippets, like dreams playing out in rapid succession. I saw flashes of familiar faces, though some were older, etched with lines of experience I hadn't seen before. There was Fenrik, his golden eyes blazing with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine, but also a weariness that hadn't been present moments ago.

Grey spoke in a half murmur as he continued to stare at Delilah's beautiful look that he could enjoy closely. "Hmm, maybe it's my fate to stay like a bird in a cage." Grey looked into Delilah's blue eyes and completely forgot who he was. Meanwhile, Delilah brought herself closer to the friend she loved very much. She pressed the side of her forehead against Grey's jawline. They moved slowly and were romantic.

He asked. Grey stared at him. "I did not cheat on her," he replied. Grey knocks on Vivian's door. "Come in," she said from the inside. Grey walks in. "I want to ask something of you," he said to her. She dropped her brush. "What's that? Tell me. I can do anything for you," she replied with a smile. "I'll be taking you to my room. You'll be naked to the waist and pretend like you have just had sexual intercourse with me," he said.