Naughty Fantasy Romane & Geschichten

But Noah’s title stopped me cold. Dirty Desire. A nervous laugh escaped my mouth. Surely, I was imagining things, I had to be imagining things. Surely, this wasn’t what I thought it was. But when I opened the first page, my breath hitched. I couldn't believe my eyes. Noah hadn’t written a romance. He’d written a fantasy. His fantasy, a well detailed one at that. The words became more and more serious with each line: “She’s older, irresistible. Her voluptuous boobs pressed against my mouth”, “her wet pussy clenching tightly around me”, “her big fat ass bouncing against my hips.”

"Wanted me to fuck you like this? Make you mine?" "Yes," Mara cried out, past caring about being quiet. "Yes, god yes" The carpet burned against her knees and palms, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered except the feeling of him inside her, claiming her, taking her exactly the way she'd fantasized about. "You're so wet for me," Adrian groaned. "So ready. Such a good girl, taking everything I give you." The praise combined with the rough treatment pushed her toward another orgasm. She could feel it building, could feel herself climbing higher and higher.

“You’re so beautiful when you let go. I adore hearing you moan like this. Every sound you make goes straight to my cock. You’re making me feel like a king tonight, Sylvia. So fucking sexy and open for me.” His sweet words melted something deep inside me, mixing with the raw heat until I couldn’t tell where the pleasure ended and the affection began. I slipped three fingers back inside my pussy, curling them to press against that sensitive spot while my thumb worked my clit in tight, steady circles. My hips rocked shamelessly, chasing the building pressure. “Tell me another fantasy,” I gasped, my voice husky and breathless. “Something dirty. Something that makes you groan for me.”

But his expression was blank as he stared at me like every other student. Of course. What on earth was I thinking, that he was some sort of psychic channelling thoughts in my head? I almost laughed. Keisha would laugh at me and then proceed to lecture me about reading too many paranormal books. The only thing that could explain this current predicament is madness. Sex madness, because no matter how much I tried to not think about it, my mind kept going back to those erotic images and oh I'd love that. I'd love that so much.

PRECIOUS "It's your turn Preclious," Nate yelled, "Have you ever fantasied about fucking five boys at once?" I stared at Nate, my heart pounding rapidly. He just smiled slowly, not taking his eyes off me. I would be a terrible liar to say I haven't. I had fantasized about it. In all those harem stories I read, my mind had always wondered what it would feel like to have multiple men completely surrounded by me, filled in all sides with their cum, and getting touched all over.

He came to me and adjusted the scarf tied around my neck. "You're very beautiful, Amber. That man is crazy to trade you for another woman," said Nikky while staring at my face. "Thank you," I answered him. "Let's leave now." I was a bit taken aback by his stare so I immediately told him that we leave. Nikky did what he said. He let me drink alcohol and get drunk until I couldn't stand properly from being so drunk. "Let's go home, Amber. You're so drunk already."

Perhaps, he was beginning to act according to my lustful thought of him. I watched him climb the seat and began working on the air conditioner again. I stood there and did nothing but gazed at him while folding my hands. My thoughts were deeper than anyone would have guessed. I was thinking some naughty things about him. I wish he could come down and begin to touch me allover aggressively, for that's how I wanted it at that moment. No just touching me but, will also take me to the bed where we would do the unthinkable. Yes, he could pull my pants off with ease. There would be no resistance whatsoever. I will give him the free access he needed to my entire body. And then, I will have the wild

The real thing was beyond any fantasy I could've cooked up. I soon found myself gazing down at her. Her big breasts became hypnotic as they bounced around wildly. I had to remind myself that I wasn't dreaming. Natalie's body was jerking and writhing in pleasure for real, right in front of me. I grinned for a brief moment, praising myself for the confidence to make it all the way with a girl that had been torturing my fantasies for months. That moment quickly passed as I focused back on the splendid pleasure that very same girl was giving me.

Nor had she ever seen such an eclectic collection of oddities. She picked up a pair of boots, vinyl, with a huge, plastic zipper. A vague memory of a porn film she had accidentally flipped on one late night flashed through her mind. Dominatrix, she believed it was called. She dropped the boots and sank onto a little bench sitting against the wall across from the racks of costumes. Fantasies. She had never had a sexual fantasy. All her sexual thoughts had always centered on Steve and their quiet sex life. All she had ever wanted was his hands on her, his lips telling her the things she wanted to hear.

LIFE WITH MY LITTLE NAUGHTY WIFE MASTER JAVEN POV: Yesterday, having the first sex with my six years old IQ wife, I felt like she grew into seven years old, she bleed me out with tons of patience coaxing her and hearing her loud cries and complains about the pain she had gone through. I know I caused the pain but never expected to hurt her that much, "blame it to my ancestor!" they passed me the genes of having a huge tool.