Novel & Cerita Lgbtq Fantasy

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.

Although, that was still a pretty hot fantasy. Fantasies were just fantasies. It was how I treated those young women and respected them in real life that actually mattered. I had to admit, getting close to and bonding with Jennifer and Talia felt just as good as sex—if not better. Still, the sex was really awesome. Ah, well. That was just how life was, I suppose. I was still on my path to turning a new leaf, living my life to the fullest and enjoying every minute of it. I was tired of being tired all the time. I wanted something more, something new, fresh and exciting. I really felt like after making new friends with Eve and Sofia that I was definitely getting there.

Arriving in Surabaya, we rested at a cafe. There the LGBT Gang asked me to tell another story. And coincidentally, they asked me to talk about sex. "Tell me everything you know about sex," Leah said. "Yes, Lang, we want to know," said Gary. “We want to hear it,” said Tiffany to which Brittany agreed. I just had a dream about a prostitute, and now I've been asked what I know about sex. "Okay," I agreed.

My pussy clamped down hard on the dildo. No. Stop. That's wrong. But my body didn't listen. The fantasy twisted; Sebastian’s hands instead of Marcus’s, his younger, harder thrusts, his voice younger and rougher while calling me something dirty while mom slept in the next room. Forbidden. Slick and hot. I fucked myself faster. Harder. The vibrator mashed against my clit until stars burst behind my eyelids. “I'm gonna come…fuck daddy… I’m gonna squirt thinking about you…” I didn't say whose name. Didn't want to know.

She couldn’t continue to torture herself like this when the antidote to her itch was standing right there in front of her. “You win,” she said. “Now, come here and fuck me like the beast that you are.” “Only after you beg me loudly enough for everyone to hear,” he said stubbornly. “I want them all to know that I have conquered and taken ownership of the feisty Luna.” “Please, fuck me!” She yelled. “Louder, and say my name!” “Please, fuck me, Lord Nikjin!” He came just then like a volcanic eruption, spilling his seed on the edge of the bed and the floor in front of him. His body shook feverishly as squeezed out the last drops of cum from his pulsating penis.

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.