Harry Potter Adult Fiction Novels & Stories

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

“Malik… I want your cock… please…” The fantasy played clearly in her head, Malik behind her, sweaty and strong, pounding her pussy while his big hands gripped her soft hips. She imagined the sound of his deep groans, the slap of his heavy balls against her, the feeling of him filling her completely. She edged herself two more times, each one leaving her more desperate. Her pussy was swollen and dripping. The chair seat was wet beneath her. The attic smelled strongly of her arousal now.

I said, "I'll show you." I got off the couch, went back to my bedroom, and grabbed the iPad. I'd long since surfed away from what I'd been reading, so I navigated to the front page of the site and handed it to my sister. Her eyes went wide. "Erotic literature?" "It sounds fancier than it is," I said, "It's just dirty stories. Word smut. But it works for me. I guess it kind of gives me the best of both worlds. The stories are hot, but they also engage my imagination. I'm sorry. I hope this isn't creepy. Maybe I shouldn't have shown you this."

Her body writhed, wild and filthy. "You like fucking yourself on my cock?" Harper growled, gripping Ava's ass. "I'm your filthy little toy," Ava gasped. "Just a wet fucking hole for you to fill-" Harper grabbed her hips and started thrusting up, meeting each slam with her own.Their moans tangled. The dildo disappeared over and over between slick thighs. The room reeked of sweat, sex, and desperation. "Don't stop-don't fucking stop-fuck me like you own me-"Harper growled.

She could see the bulges in their pants start to grow as she got closer. She leaned against the wall beside them, her breath visible in the cool air, her nipples standing erect under the thin material of her raincoat. She let her legs fall apart slightly, giving them a peek at her panties, damp and clinging to her pussy. "Gentlemen," she purred, her voice a low hum. "Fancy a drink?" The oldest among them, Professor Harrington, licked his lips, his eyes traveling up and down her body. "We were just about to head to the faculty lounge," he said, his voice hoarse.

I whisper, trying to slip past him. His hand catches my wrist, firm. He backs me against the counter, trapping me. “Don’t lie to me. I can smell how wet you are already. That sweet virgin cunt is dripping for more, isn’t it?” “Please, Mr. Harper… stop. This is wrong. I’m Sarah’s best friend. I’m not… I don’t do things like that.” My voice shakes, but deep down, heat pools between my legs. My body remembers how good it felt being filled.

His Dirty Milf Intro- Harry is just a 19 year old boy who is home alone while his parent are out of town, instead of spending his parent free time to throw silly parties he's spends his time ogling his new neighbor who just moved in. A woman who's way older than him and he indeed had an affinity with women who were older than him. Harry's P.O.V. Harry had been over the moon when his parents had said that they were going away for a few days and that he’d be left alone to look after the house. Finally, he thought to himself, He had the whole space to have his friends over and masturbate with his dirty magazines.

The exquisite terror of giving your blood, your body, and perhaps even your soul to something far older and more powerful than you. That obsession is precisely what led me to the website. It was past three in the morning. I had just finished a particularly filthy novel where the ancient vampire lord claimed his mortal lover on an altar of black marble while draining her during the height of her orgasm. My body was still buzzing, thighs slick, heart racing, when I stumbled into the darkest corners of the internet — forums so obscure that even seasoned degenerates whispered about them. And there it was. Blood Party – Invitation Only.

Her lips parted, her teeth grazing her lower lip as she bit down, her nipples hard. The sight of her fingers working her wet, willing flesh drove him to the brink of madness. His own hand mirrored hers, stroking furiously, his skin slick with sweat and precum. He could imagine the feel of her, the impossible softness, the searing heat, the way her body would clench around him. His mind spun a web of vivid, illicit fantasies. He saw her hand on him, her fingers stroking his length. He saw her lips, red and parted, closing around the head of his cock.

“Excuse me, I’m Penelope, and Mr. Harry is very serious with me. I'm not a mere bed warmer.” “Oh really?” I said, my voice low. “Well, I’d like you to know that Mr. Harry is a womanizer, and I’m here because he put something in my wife’s drink at the party last night, so he could have his way with her. You think that kind of man would settle for you? You’re mistaken.”