Novel & Cerita Lgbtq Fantasy

On her laptop screen, two women were having passionate lesbian sex, one licking the other. I bit my lip hard. I didn’t know she was into girls. The sight of her touching herself like that made my own pussy throb instantly. I should have left. But I couldn’t move. Lynn’s fingers moved faster. She moaned louder, her hips lifting off the bed. “Fuck… yes…” she whispered. I slipped my hand into my shorts without thinking. I was already wet. I rubbed my clit slowly, watching her. My breath was shaky. I had fantasized about her so many times, but seeing her like this was something else.

They will be mentioned and you will definitely see them again, but their main story will be a completely different one. I hope you guys will enjoy The Kingpin's Obsession as much as I'm currently enjoying writing it...well, it's kinda a dark romance, so there's also a lot of trauma involved...but I hope you guys will like it just as much as you like Kim and Kit! Thank you once again for being so supportive of my LGBTQ+ stories and I hope you guys love reading them as much as I'm loving writing them! Thanks and happy reading! Lovage!!!!

I would hear them in their room at night, their bed creaking, and mum's moans, and I would touch myself imagining it was me under him, taking his cock, it got some point I got jealous of my mum…but what could I do? It wasn't my fault for real, I mean, how could he manage to be so hot? He watched my face the whole time I was fantasizing. “Are you okay, Lila?” How could I be okay when he is touching me? I forced an awkward smile and flashed it to him. “Hmm” His finger hooked under the elastic of my panties, pulled it out a little, then let it snap softly back against my skin. The tiny sting made me jump. It sent a spark straight to my clit.

The amount of people that would read gay smut paled when compared to straight. “You aren’t wrong there,” Nocturne replied. “I’m planning to have a small line of LGBTQ+ fiction as well as more mainstream books. It’s been easy to get straight romance and adventure books. The search for good LGBTQ+ authors has been harder. It’s also because I want to read a spicy gay smut novel.” The admission at the end caught Leo off guard. Nocturne had a mischievous gleam in his eye when he said that part.

☆ 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

My fingers found my clit—already slick, already begging—and the first slow circle made my back arch so hard water sloshed over the edge. “Oh God,” I whispered, even though I knew it was the wrong name to say. I stroked faster. Two fingers sliding over and around my clit while my other hand came up to pinch my nipple the way I imagined he might. The water made everything slippery, louder. I slipped one finger inside myself, then two, curling them the way I’d done every morning for weeks. My hips rocked up to meet my hand. The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made sta

I’d ridden his face until I squirted down his throat. He’d choked me with his cock until tears streamed down my cheeks and my pussy dripped onto the sheets. We’d used toys so big they left me gaping, role-played every taboo fantasy, and still… it wasn’t enough. There was one last dark, depraved desire I’d never dared say out loud. I wanted to be claimed by other men—multiple men—while Liam sat back and watched his princess get turned into a cum-soaked gangbang toy. Last week, it had all come spilling out.

I clicked on the link and it brought up a very professional looking site, which, for some reason, actually surprised me bit. I saw a link called “Learn more,” so I clicked on it and kept going. I was getting more and more interested as I read the page, which said, “Are you a heterosexual man who’s looking for new experiences? Do you have bisexual thoughts and fantasies that you can’t get out of your head? Do you want to act-out those fantasies with another man in a safe and confidential way? If this sounds like you, we will match you with someone who shares your desires.”

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.

I replied, "she is fucking amazing. . .she has all sorts of lesbian fantasies she wants to try. We talk about it all the time. She loves watching videos of girls sixty-nining or even just girls making out turns her on a lot , it's like one of her biggest fantasies." "You are a lucky fucking bastard," he said, and he reached over to clink our glasses in the air. I took a big gulp and realized he was definitely hard in his shorts now.