Lgbt Fantasy Novels & Stories

Until dawn crept through the curtains. Until the package arrived. Until tomorrow became today. And the fantasy The forbidden, addictive, all-consuming fantasy Became forever. Fade out on the snow. On two new passports lying open on the dresser. On two gold bands glinting in the wea k morning light. On her moan soft, satisfied as he whispered against her skin: “The fantasy never has to end.”

A tall man stood beside them playing with their nipples. “What is this place?” I ask in awe “Pool of Fantasy, that's what we call it. It is a place that accommodates individuals that want to realise their fantasies. It is open to members only. Admission is twice a year. As you've seen it has everything ranging from submission, domination, slavery, roleplay, group play. It encompasses everything but it's legal and consensual” Stefano from behind me. I looked up and my eyes came in contact with a woman. She looked familiar to me but I really couldn't tell who she was.

"Of course. That seems like a pretty specific fantasy." "No, not really. Like I said, my most common fantasy version is a vaginal gang-bang in the dark, starting with one guy. Here I am mixing that fantasy with a particular critical real-world limitation and some good fortune in terms of a prior activity. I have to stress, I really do want this. Penetration by flesh and blood is... it is something I miss. Shall we?" "That sounds very good to me. How do you want it? Laying down? Hands and knees? I am not sure the floor in here..."

Hold you down? Lisa shivered with desire as she read the words on the screen. How did DomMPF know what she secretly desired? NewGRL549: Not in real life, but I’ve fantasized about it. DomMPF: Sometimes reality doesn’t live up to the fantasy. She knew all about that, she created a fantasy for a living. NewGRL549: True. But would you have me discount it out of hand without even trying it? BigCock16: I’ll be happy to show you the ropes

I was greedy enough to bask in it. “There’s no way he said that!” I exclaimed, shaking my head at the audacity of some boys. “Oh, he definitely did,” Bianca snickered. “And he was serious. He wanted me and my ex-girlfriend to make out for his entertainment. As far as he was concerned, lesbians exist to turn men on. He reduced an entire sexuality into a fetish, and he was too tone-deaf to even realize it.” “This world is filled with guys who gouge themselves on lesbian porn, yet those same guys would swear up and down that girls loving girls is not a real thing.”

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control, Touch denial, Vision denial. The room is... different from what I no a club room is; it's got a leather couch, a bar and a window overlooking the dance floor in a one way glass. Looking at it, I see my reflection stare back at me, and my eyes widen at what I see.

I've had this fantasy since I was nineteen years old. Not the polished version – not the softcore "oh wouldn't it be naughty" version you admit to over cocktails when someone asks your wildest fantasy. The real one. The one I play on the backs of my eyelids when my vibrator is on the highest setting and I'm chasing the orgasm that only this image delivers: me, naked, surrounded by men. Hands everywhere. Cocks everywhere. Being passed between them like something precious and filthy, the singular focus of four, five, six men who want nothing except to use my body until I can't remember my own name.

I say, she sobs again, probably ashamed of herself, "It's okay, Lily. It's not true, we don't share blood, we didn't grow up together. We were just teenagers who shared a house for a year. Don't beat yourself too much about it." "I know, it's just so bad that I still like it," she admits, "When we had sex a couple weeks ago, I was the one who brought it up. I’ve touched myself only a handful of times because my brain brings it up, then I get disgusted with myself.” "You're not going to jail for liking some kinky stuff, Lily, relax. It’s not that weird, I think that’s one of the most common fantasies. Now, if you saw the kind of p**n Damon likes," I scoff, shaking my head, "It's not even hard

Sam. Hearing him, knowing he was here, watching, participating, shattered the last fragment of her doubt. This was his fantasy incarnate, and she was the center of it. A filthy, shared toy. His thumbs pressed against her asshole, circling, then pushing insistently. The cock in her mouth retreated, only to be replaced by a different one, sliding over her cheek. “Taste him, baby,” Sam murmured, his own cock now pressing where his thumbs had been. “Taste what your photo did.”