Harry Potter Stories Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“I’m going to need more than that, Harry.” He leaned in. “Hester posted these pictures to humiliate you. But what if we spin it? What if we turn it into a tragic love story?” I stared at him, my mind struggling to keep up. “A love story?” “Think about it,” he said, his eyes gleaming. “A woman, madly in love, so overwhelmed with emotion before her wedding that she collapses from exhaustion. But does she give up? No. She fights through it—because her love is stronger than any hardship.”

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

" Harry laughed. “The more you push me back… the more I want you! I want you so bad! The longer it takes, the desire gets bigger… I'm just going crazy! I also take care of myself, I don't want to be thay woman who regrets, giving her virginity to just any man." “Good. A very good things to hold. By the way… when are you going to start telling stories, huh?" "Ah ... Not cool!" Manny squeaked, though in the end she told her everything she had heard.

with articles and photos of themselves. In one area was a Fantasy posting board. It had pages of computer paper stuck up there in several categories. Each page had a brief— or sometimes really detailed fantasy— and then a person’s name at the bottom. Most of them had either a photo or a phone number as well. It was obvious that if you read a fantasy that really turned you on, these folks were inviting you to drop them a line— perhaps to enact that same fantasy. There were several that only increased the hardness of my cock that was straining against my shorts. And Carrie wasn’t helping matters at all with her bust pressed against my back. She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and

Henry’s fingers started to rub my wet pussy, I felt so dirty. I ripped off his remaining clothes and got on the bed and begged him to take my pussy from behind. As Henry kneeled down behind me at first, taking in the view of my delicate tight pussy eagerly waiting for him. I backed my hips backwards and let his sphere ride strait inside me and the pressure hit me hard. I had always fantasized about an older man’s cock inside my pussy, breaking my barrier walls. I had a very tight pussy but that didn’t stop Henry’s nine inches from stretching me wide.

With the door to talking about sex cracked open, she added, "I enjoy a good sexual fantasy as much as the next woman, I guess. Which genres of stories do you like most?" "Normally it would be the hot-wife stories," Cheryl answered, "But I was reading a really hot incest/taboo story there the other day where the characters happened to be named Darlene, James, and Shannon." She looked Darlene in her surprised eyes and with a suggestive grin she added, "It's hard for me to imagine that's just coincidence. Did you write that story? Is that your taboo fantasy I was reading?" Darlene was a bit taken aback by her friend's blunt question, but her tone and the look on her face were certainly not judg

***Warning: The following stories are 18+ and contain content that may offend, disturb, and trigger some readers. These include physical, mental, and emotional abuse, as well as physical and sexual violence, and drug references. Read at your own risk... Isadora was a second-year student, and Miles was her professor. His love for her was forbidden and bordered on obsession. She felt trapped with no one to turn to. Until the substitute Professor Rhett enters... CHAPTER ONE - THE BEGINNING

Anna scorned and took a drink of her water. “I was once in an abusive relationship. Well, my ex girlfriend then was very domineering, making me more or less of a sub. She couldn't fuck me because of my tiny di—prick. So she got off by torturing me. She'd lay me across her laps and spank me hard, she'd tape my prick and balls too sometimes, with a duct tape, making it numb, she inserted anal balls into my asshole and almost tried to put a needle through my pee hole. That was the breaking point for me. That was how it ended. When I decided I couldn't take anymore. But, thinking about the whole experience after our breakup, I realized I endured it longer than I should have because it secretly t

Orion snorted, sending a spray of toothpaste into his beard. "Harriet, what kind of half-baked remark was that?" I shot her a dirty look. Harriet was losing her touch, if that's all she could come up with as an amusing comment. "You know, in Harry Potter, Harry could hear the snake moving around in the pipes." Harriet shook her head as she crossed her arms defensively. "I could hear you through the pipes. You guys were so loud I couldn't hear the echo of my own moans." I hopped to my feet and waddled over to the couch. I placed the back of my hand on Harriet's forehead. "No, you don't have a fever. Harriet, honey, I think that's the stupidest thing I have ever heard you say."

I could still hear my friends as they tried to struggle with the door but their words barely registered. The tentacles kept teasing me, flicking my clit and sucking my nipples. Another one wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my head spin while two more slapped my tits and pinched my nipples hard. "Oh fuck...." I whispered, squirting in messy arcs while the tentacles kept moving inside me, never slowing down. The figure leaned closer, its silver eyes glowing. “Your friends are getting closer. Try to stay quiet, Sophia. Or maybe you want them to find you like this — tied up, squirting, being used by me."