Naughty Fantasies Novels & Stories

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

she told me as she shoved the white transparent panties under Fiona's pillow. “Have I ever told you that I fantasized about fucking you when we dated?” I growled while I pulled Betty down onto the bed. “Did I tell you that I jerked off after every date because you got me so aroused?” I felt Betty’s body shudder as I bent forward to suck on her cone shaped 36C left breast into my mouth. “Ooooh, Yesssss Jacob,” Betty purred softly. Her back arched up from the bed when I shoved two fingers deep into her gash.

"Imagine me sucking your boobs like a darling little baby and looking straight into your eyes as I nibble your nipples gently while you moan with pleasure. My hands run down the length of your sexy black bodycon dress, feeling your warm, thick thighs. Taking it from bottom to top beside your wet pussy. " Oh, how I wish he was physically doing these naughty things he wrote to me right now. I bit my lip as my pussy became wet. Finn had once again made me uncontrollably horny right then and there. "Then I threw you on the bed, making your bosom bounce like crazy. I sucked the life out of them one more time, leaving traces of my saliva on them.

Liv had fuller hips and boobs and she was shameless when putting it out there. There was this wild fire that was lighted up in me the day that i met Liv and i could not explain it. She was all i thought about through that night and i just wanted to know her more. Sexually of course. I wanted to know what her boobs would feel like in my hands and how her clitoris would react with my tongue on it. She brought out so many slutty thoughts from my mind, thoughts that were not anywhere near holy and thoughts that Sabrina should never hear.

"Can you understand what this place is to me? It's a fantasy come true. Wild adventurous sex, where everyone's pleasure is the first concern. No meanness, no cruelty, no gossip, no judging. If a girl kisses a girl, she's not a lesbian. If she's with more than one guy, she's not a whore. If she's proud of her body, and shows it off, she's not a slut, she's hot. It's pure fantasy." She pulled her legs back and encouraged me to fuck her harder. Which of course, under the situation, I had no choice but to accede to. "God, I love it. I love your fat cock in me, so thick, the feel of it rubbing down the sides of my pussy. The pressure of bone on bone at the end of every hard stroke. The wild feeli

The fantasies grew darker, more daring. “Entry Twenty-Two: I’m at a crowded gallery opening. A black dress, backless, slit to the thigh. A man, a patron, wealthy, older, drops his champagne flute. As I bend to help pick up the shards, his hand slides up the slit of my dress, finding no barrier. His fingers push inside me, right there on the floor, as people mill around us. He whispers, ‘Such a well-mannered cunt, dripping for anyone who looks.’ He fingers me to a quick, violent climax, my body shuddering as I try to gather glass with trembling hands. He helps me up, licks his fingers clean in front of me, and walks away.”

Shame and raw, twisted excitement warred inside me, but the excitement was winning. “Tell us, Helen,” Marcus said, his voice low and rough, sending shivers straight down my spine. “Don’t hold back now. What exactly do you fantasize about when you’re in here finger-fucking yourself to step-daddy p**n?” I swallowed hard, my cheeks burning, but my pussy clenched at the question. My neglected body was already aching again, dripping from the way they were looking at me. “I… I’ve always wanted to watch men fuck each other,” I whispered, my voice shaky. “Especially… especially family. The taboo. The power. An older man taking control of a younger one, making him submit. It makes me so fucking wet.”

I continued, "I bet those silly girls wish they could trade places with us. I remember when you made me masturbate in the middle of the auditorium during that stupid bitch's feminist speech three weeks ago. I know at least three people saw me, and I came so fucking hard that my panties were wet for the rest of the day. How many times have you made me take my panties off during class and walk around the rest of the day without them? I have licked and sucked your pussy and clit so many times while you talked with mistress mommy on the phone, that I'm surprised she never said anything. You always put her on speaker when I do that. Do you like it when you make me your little white fuck slave? Be

Craft pushed a button for the top floor, and I held my breath. Him caressing his thumb along mine should have felt soothing, but I was anything but calm. Fantasy Night. I kept picturing shirtless men walking around, flirting, and having an orgy or some other weird kinky shit that I was naïve to being a reality. Was Craft really into that crazy stuff? Guess I was going to find out.