Naughty Fantasy Novels & Stories

Kristen rubbed at her twat, wondering what she should write next. There's that D&D game coming up, she thought. My best friend will be over. Mmm, what if it became naughty? >>>>>>>>>>> Virgin's Naughty Fantasy Dream Kristen Miller was hanging out with her friend, thinking about that next naughty story she wanted to write in her journal. That leather-bound one she had found at the Dollar Store for a steal. She had written three so far. Three naughty stories. This evening, she sat on the couch with her friend Natalie while in the dining room, which was just to the right, her older brother Carter held his weekly D&D game. The guys were off to rescue an elven prin

Sandy could perceive her own pheromones. "You know," Sandy giggled, the wine making her bold, her voice sounding far away to her own ears. "I’ve actually... I’ve had these thoughts. These wild fantasies. About being handled. Really roughly. By... well, by multiple men. Like a total exhibitionist." She paused, her eyes widening as the words hung in the air. She gave a nervous laugh. "But I’m just kidding, obviously! I don't think I could actually do that. I’m too small. I don't think I could take... well, you know. That much. I’d probably die."

Then he dragged his fingers down to my opening, feeling all the wetness. “You are such a nasty bitch, you know that?” He asked as he kept rubbing around my warm and licking flesh. “Yes, sir, I do.” I nodded, trying my best not to buck my hips into his slow and torturous touch. I was all bare on his desk; my fantasy that I never thought would realize outside my book and head was playing out. And I was helpless… willingly. “See how you’re dripping for me?” He brought his fingers up and licked them clean, his eyes closed to the sweetness, as if I was the nectar of the sweetest flower on earth.

I imagined Kieran on his knees in front of me, that golden smile gone as his tongue replaced the spray with slow, teasing licks turning hungry, sucking my clit between his lips while his hands gripped my ass. Then Jax, behind me, his rough palms sliding up my wet body, fingers digging into my hips as he pressed that thick, hard cock against me, whispering filthy promises against my neck. The fantasy pulled a real moan from my throat. I switched the setting to a harder, more concentrated pulse and pressed the shower head tighter against my pussy. The water beat against me in fast waves, making my clit throb and my inner walls clench around nothing. I was dripping, slick mixing with the shower

Nazy “Where are you taking me?” “Home” He blurted out casually like it's not, “What?” “Fuck, moma you ask way too many questions, sit your ass down and be a good girl” Shit! He speaks in a cold voice but why do I still find him so fucking dangerous and attractive, they say forbidden fruit taste good, I could already smell it from him. I shifted away immediately, and faced the window. I could feel his eyes on me but I do not dare to turn and look at him, I was so lost staring into space with my mind that has gone blank and I didn't even notice that the car has already stopped until I heard

" I simply smiled and didn't respond. Once I had quietly taken care of everything, I said my goodbyes to my parents. Those years of marriage had built a wall around me. Now, I was ready to break free and face the world. I later heard that Blake had returned to his home country. The elders in his family hadn't let go. They surrounded him with their loyal aides, relentlessly trying to claw back any benefit they could reap from him. But Blake had become like a caged animal set loose, taking twisted pleasure in hurting others, leaving a trail of misery for everyone who once cared for him. I stopped keeping track after that. Driven by the call of my soul, I ventured into the mesmerizing Arctica.

"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.

The woman retorted with a sarcastic chuckle. "Really? Well, keep dreaming that," Bienley said, giving the girls the same sarcastic chuckle, which sparked another outrage. "You know what, I'm not gay, and whenever a girl catches my eye, my dick usually goes wild. But looking at all of you, I'd rather fuck a lamppost." Bienley casually continued, boldly staring at their chests and the short skirts they were wearing. "Have you heard about the Casanova?" After receiving no response from the tongue-tied girls, he went on.

"Oh Santa Naughty girls get pricks not sticks. Long hard pricks." She could feel her nipples getting harder and harder as he rolled them with his thumb and massaged with taunt stroking circular pressure. Her pussy was dripping in her panties. "My naughty pussy is feeling very naughty and wet." "I love naughty wet pussy." Chris replied as he imagined the deep red darkness of her panties soaked with her creaminess. He could see the hungry lust in her eyes as she continued her locked eye focus on his cock. "Would you like a candy cane little girl?"