Forbidden Fantasy Free Read Novels & Stories

I furrowed my brow, and with another blink, his gaze turned cold again. “Step away if you don't want this to fall over you,” he warned coldly. My lips parted, and I quickly moved away from the tree. My throat tightened as I recalled his gaze from earlier. His eyes were gentle, sweet, and wishful. I also saw the longing and unfulfilled desire. That might be my imagination, right? Like the images I saw when my head throbbed. I can’t imagine Silas being soft towards me. That’s beyond imagination and surely will not happen. Given his cold demeanor towards me, his being affectionate was an impossible notion.

His voice is a whisper, a plea for understanding. "Faith, we care about you. This isn't about possession or objectification. It's about exploring something deeper together if you're open to it." His words resonate within me, striking a chord of trust and connection that we've built over the weeks. There's an honesty in his expression, a genuine desire to transcend societal norms and explore the boundaries of pleasure without judgment. A whirlwind of emotions swirls within me. Fear and anticipation, longing and uncertainty. My mind races, grappling with questions that have no easy answers. Can I let go of my inhibitions? Can I trust these men with my deepest desires and vulnerabilities? Can I

With a lazy flick of her wrist. Fire blossomed across her fingertips, curling and twisting around her hand like they were living serpents. The orange glow illuminated her face for only a moment… Just enough to reveal the eerie crimson light burning within her eyes. A witch. She regarded Lucien with undisguised interest, her crimson eyes roaming over him with slow, intentional appreciation. A seductive smile curved her lips. "Well..." She tilted her head, a soft laugh escaping her. "I certainly wasn't expecting to find someone as handsome as you out here."

And beneath her name, in smaller letters: …Book of Forbidden Desires… My hands froze. I should have closed it. Returned it unopened. Demanded she redo the assignment properly. Instead, I opened to the middle page. Fantasy #11: The Masked Party My heart flipped as I read her fantasies. She might not have been a great biology student, but she was exceptional with details.

he asked, his eyes darkening as he ran his fingers up my bare arm. ‎Goosebumps were all over my body. ‎"I'm saying it's wrong. It's a sin," I repeated, but I couldn't stop myself from taking a small step closer to him. ‎The way we were talking was already making me so horny and causing some wetness to pool at my core. The forbidden nature of our attraction made it almost impossible for me to resist him at that moment. ‎"What more can I say? I love doing forbidden things. The fact that it's forbidden makes me want to have you more, it makes it more thrilling and exciting," Tyson said huskily before leaning forward and capturing my lips in a heated kiss.

Her innocent eyes would water as she gagged on Daddy's thick meat like the eager little slut she was born to be. I stormed to her rooom, my pulse pounded like a war drum, my cock straining painfully against my zipper. I didn't knock, instead I fucking burst through the door. The wood slammed against the wall as raw hunger clawed at my gut. Holy fuck! There she was, my Elena, my forbidden obsession. She was splayed out like a pornstar goddess on her rumpled pink sheets, completely bare and glistening. Her creamy skin flushed pink with arousal. Full, perky tits rose and fell in heaving gasps, nipples stiff as diamonds begging to be sucked raw. Legs shamelessly hooked over the edge of the bed,

Or just giving an academic example? "Take power dynamics," Professor Hayes said, his voice close to her ear now, his hands on the back of her chair. "The attraction between a student and a teacher. Completely inappropriate. Forbidden by university policy. And yet...one of the most common fantasy dynamics. Why do you think that is, Miss Sullivan?" Mia's breath was coming fast. "Because... because forbidden things are more appealing? Because the power imbalance creates tension that's sexually charged even when it shouldn't be?"

Isis questioned. "Never." Alex responded cautiously then instantly replied, "but there has never been a guy you like that much. There are exceptions to every rule." Alex commented. Isis turned her attention to the passing landmarks through the window. "Yeah well, when I find the exception I will let you know," Isis responded dejectedly. Inwardly she had come to terms that love was not something she believed in, not the kind she wanted anyway. She blamed it on the romance novels and her mother's storytelling. She wanted something she knew didn't exist and she would never be content with anything less.

The alcohol made me braver than I should be. He stares at me, bringing his jaw tight. “Do you not wish to talk? About that which made you run here?” “No.” I shake my head. I want to fuck. My hands start moving, like I've seen servants do at the palace when they thought no one was looking . His belt, I tug at. And since he did not stop me, I took a step forward and pull his pants open. His cock springs out, thick and all ready hard. It twitches; his veins pulse. I dropped down on my knees on the dirty floor, not caring what it is. My mouth is watering because I haven't tried this, but I have to.

“If what you just did was wrong, then please, never do it right.” When she lies back, I crawl on top of her. “Not wrong, my lady, different. I want to take you slowly and completely.” I let my cock tease her entrance as she wiggles beneath me, spreading her legs farther… “I want to take you to that edge and ease you back until you scream my name, until your only relief is me.” My eyes close as I slide inside her warm, soft glove. Our earlier lovemaking has left her ready as her body arches and I bury myself. “Yes.”