Hot Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Gloria loved to debase her milk tasters with little acts of humiliation that mollified her basic role of submissive servant for pleasure. Lafitte was right on the edge. He could feel his spunk rising deep inside his immortal core. He knew he could never have children but the instinct to procreate was strong in his cock. His creation fang was vibrating with intense desire. He fought off the urge to bury his fang in the middle-aged woman's lustrous white skin and allowed his vampire juices to escape deep inside her tight clutching rectum.

“I came as soon as I heard about it.” Was it about princess Elizabeth? If so then, the news spread faster than I thought. “How do you learnt about it so quick? It just happened” I demanded, sitting on the bed. The room became hot. I stood up to open the window but she stopped. “The harem is a big square. The women has nothing to do other than to gossip. I was upstairs cleaning the prince Alaric's room. I hope she did not say any thing you upset you” Alissa handed me a hand fan. She went to the windows and opened them .

"Stepbrother? Oh, yeah, Collins mentioned that. But you guys aren't blood related or anything, right? I mean, no big deal if something happened. He's hot, and you two live together. Stuff like that happens in movies all the time." I swallowed hard, my throat dry, and I reached for a bottle of water on the table to buy time. As I leaned forward, I felt more of his cum shift inside me, leaking out slow, and my pussy clenched hard, sending a jolt of need through me. God, why did talking about him make me so wet? I hated how my body reacted, nipples tightening under the thin bikini top, visible now if she looked close. "Nah, nothing like that," I said, taking a sip. "He's just... Haiden. Always

Naughty-elle. He took out his phone and searched for Naughty-elle on only fans. His eyes widened in shock as he turned to look at her sleeping figure. Gabrielle was a popular anonymous user on only fans with about one point four million subscribers. Her specialty was masturbating and display of sex toys collections. Mouth wide, he turned to her again and her eyes were open.

“And you wanted me to notice.” “Yes.” He hooked his fingers into her thong and dragged it down her thighs, letting it pool at her ankles. Cool air hit her soaked pussy. He groaned softly. “Look at you. Dripping down your legs already.” One thick finger traced her seam, gathering wetness, then pushed inside without warning. She moaned, pushing back. He added a second finger, pumping slow and deep, curling to hit that spot that made her knees buckle. “You’ve been fantasizing about this, haven’t you?” he said against her ear, leaning over her. “About me bending you over my desk and fucking you raw while the campus walks by outside.”

They will rape Nadya in their minds. I am Nadya's husband. Only I can enjoy her beauty. After that, they will make Nadya as character of (y/n) in an erotic fanfiction on Pattpad. I've seen fanfiction they made about me, and it's disgusting. "Erwin, look. You are trending in switter."

Reo had watched the hot scene between Jack and Mitha through the laptop screen display. He did not think that Jack actually realized what he said. "Why are you doing this to me, Jack?" Tears flooded Reo's face again. Then the laptop was thrown against the wall of the room when Reo threw it hard. The man was wailing, he was sad, disappointed, and everything seemed mixed up. His gay girlfriend turns out to be having an affair with the opposite sex behind his back. Yes, yes, even though it's only the opposite sex but Reo's heart still hurts!

She uploaded one called: “The Fox and the Fire.” A fictionalized confession. A Dom’s slow surrender to a shadowy admirer. A figure who watched from the edges, sent gifts, knew her body like a map, and promised nothing but ruin. She tagged it: #fiction. #maybe. #dangerouslove. It was read 4,400 times in the first hour. At midnight, a comment appeared. From FoxGlove-44. “I love when you write about me.” Her hands went cold. Part VI – Red Ribbon Dreams

“Spread your legs for me. I find the thought of you standing their in stockings and high heels very exciting. I'm sure all those other people in the other hotel are excited as well. Don't you?” “Oh yes,” she whispered. She could feel his hands slipping down between her legs, parting her pussy lips. “The men are stroking themselves and wishing they were you, and the women are wishing they had your big cock inside them.” “Like this?” She felt him slide into her. It seemed to take hours for him to fill her entirely.

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.