Kinky Fantasy Stories Novels & Stories

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.’

The moment I did, the darkness was filled with them. Finn’s rough thumb against my cheek. Kelly’s massive frame looming over me. “Nova...” I could hear them in the hiss of the steam, their voices merging into a dark, forbidden demand. In my mind, the fantasy bloomed, violent and intoxicating. A soft, broken moan escaped my lips. My hand slid down my wet belly, my fingers parting my aching folds and sliding straight into the slick, dripping heat of my own desire. I was soaking wet, leaking heavily.

I pictured them degrading me, calling me a mommy slut while they rotated and double-penetrated me, holes gaping. My fingers pumped faster, three deep in my dripping cunt, thumb grinding my clit. The fantasy got nastier: them pinning me, squeezing milk out of my tits in sprays, cum flooding everything. I came so hard my legs gave out. Pussy squirted against my palm mixing with the shower water and I collapsed right there on the floor, panting, body shaking. The tile was freezing on my ass but I didn’t care. I just lay there with my fingers still inside, milking the last little tremors.

THEMES: Voyeuristic fantasy, Neighbors, proximity tension KINKS: Voyeurism & exhibitionism, Mutual self- pleasure, Eye- contact control, breathy praise, Hair- grip, tongue play, teasing, denial cadence. I have a favorite daydream I never say out loud. It’s stupid and simple, but it burns... deep down in my mind, haunting me daily as I think of what it would be like to watch a man, alone with his shoulders tense and his hand moving up and down over his cock.

“I need you to relieve me, please eat me!” “Talk dirty to me babe.” Her body moved so gracefully as it slid up mine at our lips locked again. Her hand found my love tunnel again, she pushed just one finger inside me. I was going crazy, I’d become so tight that just that one finger felt like three. My pussy was so tense, it was amazing. She knew all the right places to touch me, I was in heaven. I reached down. I was so dazed with lust I couldn’t remember if she’d taken off her clothes. But when I’d finally gotten my head enough to realize I should give her some attention too we were both completely nude. It was crazy, and I was going crazy.

“God yes, I want it so bad it hurts. I’ve been watching your tight little body squirm in my class every day, that short skirt flipping up when you cross your legs, showing me those smooth thighs, your tits bouncing every time you laugh at my jokes. Fantasizing nonstop about bending you right over this desk, hiking that skirt up, spanking your perky ass cheeks red and stinging before I drop to my knees and tongue-fuck your dripping young hole until you beg me to stop.” She yanked my hand fully under her skirt then, pressing my fingers right against the soaked lace covering her pussy, hot and slippery, her clit pulsing hard under my fingertips like a little heartbeat. She moaned low and deep,

John squeaked, “My… prick… is so small—” “Tiny. Use tiny” Anna waved her hand in the air tiredly. “My prick is so tiny, no condom ever fits it” John said, “Even when I'm erect, it's never enough to hold a condom. My ex used to suck it like it were an actual baby pacifier” “My prick is so minute, my girlfriend strokes me with three fingers only. She said she's still with me out of pity” Connor admitted shyly and some of the other guys chuckled.

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."

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.

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