Male To Female Fantasy Stories Novels & Stories

I started slow, teasing my swollen clit with lazy circles, remembering the way Adrian’s tongue had flicked over it. “Fuck… Professor,” I moaned softly, pushing two fingers inside my tight heat. I thrust them deeper, curling them against that sensitive spot while my other hand pinched and rolled my nipple hard, just like he had. The wet, obscene sounds of my fingers pumping filled the small room. I added a third finger, stretching myself, imagining it was his thick cock finally inside me. My hips bucked off the mattress as I fucked myself faster. “Adrian… please… ruin me,” I whimpered, lost in the fantasy.

The characters, settings, and scenarios are fictional and meant for escapism—not intended to reflect or encourage real-life behavior without consent or responsibility. This book may feature content that explores various sexual dynamics, fantasies, and preferences. All encounters are consensual in nature, even if they unfold in daring or unconventional contexts. However, if you're uncomfortable with mature themes or erotic storytelling, this book may not be for you. --- Legal & Copyright Notice

I told her. “So,” she was panting as I was continuing kissing her, “I was reading this one novel,” I groaned and kissed her lips in the hopes of shutting her up about her webnovels, “and in this world, males are the only ones who can shift.” “Sounds like a shit book,” I murmured and continued to kiss down her neck and to her breasts. “It’s,” her breath catched in her throat, “actually quite well done.” “Mmm,” I hummed as I continued to distract her while working my way down.

I knew I had to let my fantasy come to life. It started with Rafe. I walked past his room late at night, heard him groan my name under his breath. I pushed the door open. He froze, hand wrapped around his cock, eyes dark and wild. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” “I did.” I stepped in. Slowly. Locked the door. He kissed me like he was starving. His lips crushed mine as his hands roamed my body, pulling up my shirt, yanking down my shorts. I gasped when his fingers slid between my legs—he didn’t waste time.

“My name is Sapphire and I’m here from Fantasies.” The muscles in Felix’s body visibly relaxed. Fantasies was an elite at home prostitute service. Their website allowed for patrons to pick any girl with whatever body specifications, kinks, accents, accessories or outfits the men desired. Fantasies ensured that all of their girls were devoid of STDs and had contraceptives so that men who wanted to enjoy the pleasure of sex without the pressure of condoms could be free to do so.

Each fantasy I reveal, you share yours too. PrinceCharming: I'm game. Ladies first. LonelyGirl: such a gentleman! shame I can't find one in real life. I fantasize about a man being the opposite of a gentle. PrinceCharming: I'd like to be your Dom. LonelyGirl: I didn't say sub/dom or bdsm 😝 PrinceCharming: I know you would love it. Now since I shared a fantasy it's your turn. LonelyGirl: I want to call you Sir.

I’m happily mated to my second chance mate after the first one died three years ago. As Alpha wolf, my wolf is strong and possessive. Our sex life has always been very satisfying, as her wolf was a monster on bed...although somewhat conventional. Of course, like any other Alpha male, I have fantasies and certain fetishes. There are the typical fantasies involving having sex with women I know, women I don’t know, threesomes, or getting “caught” in certain situations, etc.

I gave up trying to hide my slutty past. "I have had my fair share of experiences with the male population but I have never hit below the second base. Only sloppy rubbing and blow jobs with professors and club members- human, wolves, and otherwise,” I elaborated. "I am not exactly proud of it-but I did yearn for something thrilling, passionate, wild, and loving like Rowland and the other wolves would recount after their mini adventures. I always wanted to know how it felt to be like a pillow prince for once, let someone take care of you and feel firsthand, how it felt to look at someone's eyes as he worked his magic in you, hitting all your magical spots and then just looking after you- even