Free Fantasy Erotica Novels & Stories

I remember how good he felt and how I hated it when the dream was over, I was left wanting more. “Not God, Dara.” He bends down, his forked tongue grazing across the shell of my ear. “Your devil.”The headboard slams into the wall and I lift my hands to grab the edge, to try to silence it so my neighbours don’t hear. Rafe growls and pins my wrists above my head. “Let them hear. I want everyone to hear how I’m claiming you. How I’m fucking you. How I’m going to make you scream. How I’ll make you beg.” He lowers his voice, licking the fresh bite on my neck. “How I’ll take you so hard, so rough, you’ll beg me to stop.” He slams into me just as his tentacle suctions to my clit while the other sli

"And since my eyes found you, my fetishes began to be totally about you.” "It's nothing professional," she said, giggling. " But for those who have a colorful friendship with half of the employees themselves, who can judge?” "Everyone" I replied with an ironic laugh. " But I want you to fuck the trials. My fetish will always be you, Joana.”

My skin was flushed a deep, feverish pink, coated in sweat and expensive lube. I had lost count of the orgasms; they had blurred into one continuous, white-hot hum in my brain. But as I looked at the three olive-skinned giants surrounding me, I knew I didn't care. They could fuck every ounce of energy and strength out of me until I was nothing but a memory on these silk sheets, and I would die happy. "Jax," Dante’s voice broke, deep and vibrating against my back. "Pass me the lube. The thick one."

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,

She traced fingers over her collarbones, across her breasts, down her stomach, savoring her own soft skin, gathering courage. Having no panties on made things smoother, as her thighs parted shamelessly. The room smelled faintly of her excitement already—sweet, musky, undeniable. She braced one foot on the mattress, opening herself to emptiness, imagining Luke’s shoulders wedging them wider as she slid a finger through her folds, back arching. Slickness greeted her, hotter than last time as she let the fantasy unravel. This was torture! If she continued at the pace, she would lose her mind before Chris came back.

“You’re so beautiful when you let go. I adore hearing you moan like this. Every sound you make goes straight to my cock. You’re making me feel like a king tonight, Sylvia. So fucking sexy and open for me.” His sweet words melted something deep inside me, mixing with the raw heat until I couldn’t tell where the pleasure ended and the affection began. I slipped three fingers back inside my pussy, curling them to press against that sensitive spot while my thumb worked my clit in tight, steady circles. My hips rocked shamelessly, chasing the building pressure. “Tell me another fantasy,” I gasped, my voice husky and breathless. “Something dirty. Something that makes you groan for me.”

He fucked her ruthlessly, he used her like a complete whore. As good as the sex was with her boyfriend, this was something else... and the fact that her loving boyfriend was watching on all the while made it even more incredible. Frank felt like the lead male, the alpha of the pack, making Bob stand aside while he fucked the life out of his girl. The thought made Emma moan loudly, who'd have thought this fantasy could become so incredible!? Emma was slowly losing control. Her orgasm was building and this unbelievably pleasurable dick driving into her was sending her over the edge. The eroticism of the whole fantasy made everything so much hotter.

The sensation was unreal , cool yet firm, pulsing with her magic. She imagined Darius watching, his massive cock replacing the shadows. “Claim me,” she moaned. “Knot me. Breed me like the queen I am.” The fantasy pushed her over the edge. She came screaming, squirting onto the grass as the tendrils pulsed and filled her with ethereal energy. The orgasm lasted longer than any before, leaving her shaking and euphoric. As she lay there catching her breath, a new presence made the hair on her neck stand up.

“At least we will just have normal sex later. I mean, it’s our fourth anniversary—surely those three hundred sexual fantasies have all been accomplished.” Freya could not keep count of the unique sex experiences she had had. Over the years, Freya had been blindfolded while making love. They had quickies in public places like a dressing room or a restaurant bathroom. She had distracted him by giving her husband a head during a Zoom meeting. At home, they had done it on top of the washing machine, their bedroom balcony, and had a few role plays. And yes, they had achieved the elevator fantasy. Kenneth had to close the Diamond Hotel in Freedonia and schedule a fifteen-minute power outage to mak

“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.