Naughty Fantasy Novels & Stories

THEMES: Voyeuristic fantasy, Neighbors, proximity tension KINKS: Voyeurism & exhibitionism, Mutual self- pleasure, Eye- contact control, breathy praise, Hair- grip, tongue play, teasing, denial cadence. I have a favorite daydream I never say out loud. It’s stupid and simple, but it burns... deep down in my mind, haunting me daily as I think of what it would be like to watch a man, alone with his shoulders tense and his hand moving up and down over his cock.

Like the woman I imagined he wanted. Back in my room, I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled up p**n on my phone, headphones in. The video showed a dominant older man devouring a younger woman. I spread my legs, fingers sliding under the lace to plunge inside myself. Two fingers, then three, thrusting in time with the moans in my ears. I imagined Mason’s voice in my head — *Good girl. Take it for Daddy.* My hips rocked, breasts heaving, the fantasy consuming me. The door clicked shut.

"This place... it might be a bit much. If it freaks you out, we can turn right around and leave. No pressure." Jay reached up, his fingers lightly brushing over the edge of my mask. "Open the door, Jake," he murmured softly, his eyes heavy with arousal. My heart hammered against my ribs. I turned the handle and pushed the heavy door open. The red room was dimly lit, drenched in deep crimson light and thick with the scent of leather, sweat, and heavy perfume. Everywhere you looked, bodies were entangled. Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys.

I've had this fantasy since I was nineteen years old. Not the polished version – not the softcore "oh wouldn't it be naughty" version you admit to over cocktails when someone asks your wildest fantasy. The real one. The one I play on the backs of my eyelids when my vibrator is on the highest setting and I'm chasing the orgasm that only this image delivers: me, naked, surrounded by men. Hands everywhere. Cocks everywhere. Being passed between them like something precious and filthy, the singular focus of four, five, six men who want nothing except to use my body until I can't remember my own name.

“Like… what kind? Praise or Fifty Shades?” He smiled. “Never read either of them. I want someone to please. With pain. With pleasure. Safely. Consensually. Not at your place. Not at mine. Neutral ground. A place called Fantasies.” I licked my lips. He made it sound tempting. I wasn’t that kind of woman. At least I didn't think I was. “That’s a very generous offer, but—”

"If a person writes a detailed scenario... a dirty, illicit fantasy... creates a world where rules don't exist... is that person guilty of wanting it to happen?" The air left my lungs. He wasn't talking about the law. He was talking about us. About the scene I wrote. About the scene he read. "I..." I stammered. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. "Speak up, Maya," he challenged, dropping the 'Miss Lin'. "You seem to have a vivid imagination. Use it." I clenched my hands under the desk. I thought about my writing. I thought about the comment from Titan_X praising my understanding of power dynamics.

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

The only thing he wanted was for Christine to get out of his house without his wife seeing her. His wife, Sonya, had caught him cheating several times and had promised to cut him off the next time she sees him with another woman. And Daniel did not want that, he loved the expensive lifestyle, the good things and the respect that came from being the husband of Sonya Smith, the founder of Deluxe, one of the fastest growing fashion brand in New York. “You can’t follow the front door she will catch you,” he whispered, dragging her near the bedroom window. “You have to leave through the window.”

This felt like heaven and why in the hell was I trying to ruin something so sensational? “And why would you say that, Sabrina?” She smacked her tongue and looked at me. I opened my eyes to meet her crazy stare and I felt chills. “Maybe because you are my sister. This is some type of forbidden romance.” What the fuck was I saying? “Oh really, was that what the books called it? I wonder what you will call it after I make you cum with your boobs.”

I fucked Hailey’s hole with my tongue, letting curiosity get the best of me and I began fingering her asshole with my thumb until her thighs were shaking. “I’m close!” Damon groaned. “Fuck me too!” My husband’s hot cum spilled into my abuse as my best friend’s pussy pulsed out juices as her body shook with her second orgasm. It was all so dirty, filthy but fucking wonderful. I don't think I could go back to casual sex after this. ~ ~ ~ Update: We agreed to continue fucking! My parents have Bella every weekend while my husband, my best friend, and I discover ways we could make each other cum at every corner of the house.