Lgbt Fantasy Novels & Stories

When Lauren’s new friend, Vivian, invites her to a club she thinks will be a typical nightclub. But as she steps inside, she realizes it's a sex club. Her Thursday night takes a steamy turn that she never could have imagined. With a few cocktails down her throat, she lets her delirious urges cloud her mind, and soon she begins to crave sexual fantasies that she never thought she would. #SteamyNight #SexClubExperience #UnexpectedDesires #EroticFantasy #NightclubSurprise #ThursdayNightThrills #DeliriousUrges #AlexanderAndLauren #SexualAwakening #FantasyFulfilled

His voice made me jump, “What is your name woman?” My lips came unglued and I managed to choke out, “Fantasy, but please don’t call me that. I hate it.” “Okay, what do you go by then?” He queried with amusement tingeing his tone of voice. “Tasy.” I whispered out as I felt the heated wetness of a male’s erotically appointed appendage press into the lips of my opening from behind.

Fantasies of hands I didn’t know, a mouth between my thighs fingers pinning my wrists and the sea god, whatever he looked like, towering over me and growling my name as he thrust inside me. Would he take me on stone? On a tide-smoothed altar? Would he spread me open with webbed hands and taste me like I was salt? My thighs shook. I was moaning loudly now with my own name echoing back to me in the silence. I slid two fingers inside tentatively, then deeper. I clenched around them, imagining they were someone else’s. Imagining it was him. The pleasure built sharp and fast. It bloomed in me, hot and wild.

Scene Notice – Taboo Group Erotica This scene features explicit sexual content between Bianca and her three stepbrothers—Damian, Victor, and Julian. It contains themes of forbidden attraction, seduction, and multiple partners (MMMF). Bianca has always flirted at the edge of what’s acceptable, teasing the boundaries of step-sibling propriety. But tonight, the game changes. Tonight, the teasing ends. Tonight, they give her exactly what she's been asking for. All characters are consenting adults, and the story is intended for mature readers (18+) who enjoy taboo, emotionally charged, and provocative erotica. If such themes are not to your taste, feel free to skip this chapter

Attached to a rope chain, it hung in the valley between Callista's large breasts. Since she had begun to explore her new sexual freedom after almost twenty years of marriage, Gabrielle had developed no small fascination with both alternate lifestyles and sexual adventures. So far, having spent the night with a man almost young enough to be her son had been the most daring of her erotic adventures. That fascination had extended to lesbianism and bisexuality, two subjects which were barely discussed the last time she was single. So far, her interests in the topics hadn't extended beyond the theoretical. Not including of course, her active imagination. An imagination that Gabrielle was sure at

"I get that. I just don't want to be treated like we treat Zeke. I like the guy, but for my money he's got some wires crossed." She smiled. "He's harmless. It's a perfectly rational fantasy to have. Like they said, they're always macho and in charge when they work, it's nice to have the opposite when they play. Besides, who can say where the things we like come from? Some people like to fantasize about people sleeping with family members, or focusing on members of a different race." "There's nothing wrong with sleeping with members of another race," he said. "That's not what I mean, goober. I would have no problem with it, but that's not a particular fetish of ours. We're not seeking out a b

All characters in this book are 18 years or older, and all sexual encounters are fully consensual. Enjoy and don’t forget to leave your comments!!😊🤭😝😜 ***** ALEX My straight roommate isn’t aware of the illicit thoughts I have for him. He walks around the room in those super tight, sexy underwear and at times naked when changing, not knowing I fantasize about chugging down on his beautiful cock and feeling his seed burst down my throat. It all started after I got into college. I had only moved in a few weeks ago but was already living with three guys, all of whom are straight.

Jake fucked her deep and steady, but tonight he was a little rougher than usual, gripping her hips tightly as he thrust. “Fuck, you’re so wet tonight,” he groaned. “What’s got you this horny?” Lily moaned louder, her nails digging into his back. “You… just you… I want you Jake.” she gasped. But that wasn’t entirely true. In her mind, she was imagining multiple hands on her body. Multiple cocks. Being used from every angle. The fantasy made her pussy clench around Jake’s cock. She had seen it in a p**n she watched recently when she felt their sex life was lacking something. She stumbled upon a gangbang video. Ever since then, she's been wanting it, even though she's been in denial for most ti

☆ Potential emotional and psychological triggers: Intense emotional manipulation, gaslighting, trauma bonding, toxic relationships portrayed erotically, addictive sexual dependency, loss of control, identity erasure, and stories that blur the line between fantasy and dark desire. This is not “vanilla” erotica. Many stories push boundaries into the darkest, most depraved corners of human (and non-human) sexuality. Themes may include moral ambiguity, lack of real-world consent in fantasy scenarios, and sexual acts that would be illegal or highly dangerous in reality. Everything here is pure fantasy and is not meant to reflect healthy real-life behavior or relationships. Reader discretion is st

I would kill to have my lips on those nipples and on her belly sucking those fat pussy lips or have her crouch sitting on my face while I dig my tongue deep into her pussy, tongue fucking her. It would be my first time fucking a female but I hell wanted to get used as an amateur. Suddenly I didn’t want Sunny anymore. I wanted Olivia. She would fulfill all of my fantasies. I just really wished she was a lesbian too. But I knew she wasn’t. My hands trailed down my neck softly, my other hand cupping my boobs. My lace bra barely a barrier to feeling its warmth. I yanked my laptop off impatiently, seeking more graphic explicit arousal than my mind was providing.