Gay Fantasies Novels & Stories

How could Gavin ask me something like that? Unexpectedly, he continued, "That's completely normal. Don't worry. Alright, now stand up." I obediently got to my feet, but my eyes couldn't help drifting down to the front of his pants. "Wh-what now?" "Take off your skirt." My head snapped up to look at him. "Right… Right here?" Gavin's eyes casually scanned the lower half of my body. "You have a particular kind of addiction. Medically, it's called a sexual addiction, or a form of hypersexuality. To cure you, we first have to desensitize you.

God, Agastya was hot as hell, like this. I was panting with excitement, my mind spinning with the possibilities. The flesh between my legs trembled with want. “Oh, Raina,” he crooned, running his index finger through my slick cleft.“Look how greedy you are for me. It’s a full-time job keeping this sweet little cunt satisfied,” he says darkly. That single rigid finger pushed into me, parting the swollen tissues. I tightened around him, so close to coming I could taste it. He withdrew and lifted his hand to his mouth, licking my flavor from

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

she moaned, shoving a third finger in, stretching herself to the limit, feeling the orgasm approaching. In the fantasy, Atlas flipped her onto all fours, slamming everything in at once, pounding hard, calling her “my greedy bitch.” Anya sped up her fingers, the room echoing with her moans and the wet sounds of furious masturbation. “Cum inside me… fill me with hot cum,” she begged the air, and then the climax came, explosive, her body convulsing as she squirted onto the sheets, fingers buried deep, the pleasure leaving her trembling and breathless.

I lay there gasping, a sheen of sweat coating my skin, aftershocks of pleasure making me tremble. “Mmmm!” I moaned in satisfied exhaustion, slowly withdrawing my fingers once again, putting them in my mouth, swirling them with my tongue. “I love it, Daddy! I love the taste of my pussy on your cock, after you have just cum in me!” I lay there for a good long time, just reveling in how it felt. But the longer I laid there, the more the guilt started creeping up on me again, now that I was no longer touching myself anymore. I tried my best to shut it all away. It was just a fantasy, I told myself over and over again. It didn't actually mean anything. It was just a dirty, forbidden dream... one

The fireflies in my stomach have gone crazy every time I thought about what those eyes had promised me. Up until now it had just been my own secret perversion, watching men have sex with each other online, but now I have started fantasising about doing it. Fuck it’s so nasty. It’s one thing sitting at home watching men go at it while I play with myself, but like trying it ? No no, just because I have tons of downloads and pages with gay porn it doesn’t mean that I am gay, right ?

“The way my clit gets hard and throbs. The way my pussy lips swell up and get all puffy, just begging to be touched. I get so drenched. I can smell myself, Father. That sweet, musky smell. It drives me crazy.” “That is enough,” he said, but his voice was strained, a tightrope of tension. “Is it?” I muttered, trembling. “Do you ever feel it, Father Roman? That heat? That ache right here," I pressed a hand low on my belly, "that only gets worse the more you try to ignore it?" Silence. Then, a rustle of fabric. A low, almost inaudible sound. “Christ.” “Do you want to see?” The question was out before I could think, a product of weeks of pent-up fantasy .

A closer look reveals my bold sleek handwriting. ‘No. No. No…’ My heart skips a beat. What's worse isn't that I know I’m the owner of the card, but the writing on it. More like a request. ‘I saw a little dirty thing— No, a big filthy cock. Big and black… and god! It's one I’ve always dreamed of. And I want it… I fucking do. And I want it to fulfill my dark fantasy; I want it to rape me. No apology.’

Angela gave her an approving glance. Gaia changed, and took her items to the counter so she could pay. As Angela rang her up, Gaia eyed the leather riding crops hanging behind her. Angela noticed and asked, “Are you guys into S&M?” “Mm-hmm. To an extent,” Gaia replied honestly. “How far have you gone?” “Some spanking with the hands, and leather belts.” “Well, do you trust him with a crop? Could be worth a try. You seem to be curious.” Angela smiled.