Nhentai Fantasy 소설 & 이야기

Her pussy glistened with arousal, lips puffy and twitching, clit already begging. She whimpered. Then something touched her. A warm enchanted tendril ran along the folds of her cunt. Not rough nor gentle but curious. “So wet already,” he murmured. “You’re aching to be used. Do you fantasize about being forced, little acolyte? Being taken on the altar while your sisters pray above?” “Stop it—gods, stop—” Another tendril flicked her clit. She jerked violently. Her mouth opened in a moan before she could stop it.

Swiping his thumb over the head of his before he fisted his member in his hand, wishing that it was her hand. Letting out a low moan as he stroked his dick. He could still see Annie as she lay spread out on the bed. Candy’s tongue teasing her. Closing his eyes, he let himself indulge in the fantasy that he was there with them. His lips moving over Annie’s inner thigh, feeling it quiver under his touch as he gently sunk his teeth into her. Candy’s hair tickling his bare shoulder as she moved out of the way so that he could have a taste of their mate.

A closer look reveals my bold sleek handwriting. ‘No. No. No…’ My heart skips a beat. What's worse isn't that I know I’m the owner of the card, but the writing on it. More like a request. ‘I saw a little dirty thing— No, a big filthy cock. Big and black… and god! It's one I’ve always dreamed of. And I want it… I fucking do. And I want it to fulfill my dark fantasy; I want it to rape me. No apology.’

Until dawn crept through the curtains. Until the package arrived. Until tomorrow became today. And the fantasy The forbidden, addictive, all-consuming fantasy Became forever. Fade out on the snow. On two new passports lying open on the dresser. On two gold bands glinting in the wea k morning light. On her moan soft, satisfied as he whispered against her skin: “The fantasy never has to end.”

My pussy clamped down hard on the dildo. No. Stop. That's wrong. But my body didn't listen. The fantasy twisted; Sebastian’s hands instead of Marcus’s, his younger, harder thrusts, his voice younger and rougher while calling me something dirty while mom slept in the next room. Forbidden. Slick and hot. I fucked myself faster. Harder. The vibrator mashed against my clit until stars burst behind my eyelids. “I'm gonna come…fuck daddy… I’m gonna squirt thinking about you…” I didn't say whose name. Didn't want to know.

I almost laughed, but I bit it back, Instead, I leaned even closer, my lips nearly brushing the screen. "But Father, it's so hard. These fantasies... they get worse every time. I dream about him pinning me down, fucking me hard and wild, his dick slamming into my womb, like he can't control himself. I want him to grab my throat, to slap my ass while he pounds into me from behind. I wake up wet, my pussy throbbing, and I have to finger myself just to get through the day, but the thought of wanting him even while fingering myself is something I don't know how to explain"

Trigger warning: Stage Rape content. Please, if you're too sensitive to noncon-con, or it's not your fetish, I'd suggest you jump to the next story. This is brutally unapologetic. Much love from my end 💖 Theme: Rape fetish, magic, freeze and fuck, bestie fantasy, multiple orgasm, masturbation... AMAYA.

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.

"This is going to sound sick, but the whole thing with tentacles . . . this unstoppable thing that just fucked you until you couldn't take it anymore just got me excited." "You took the part that you wanted, dumped the non-consensual crap aspect of it and made it your fantasy. Nothing wrong with that. It was neat seeing what goes on in that head of yours. Shane added it to the list, by the way." Shamira actually laughed. "He would." "It must've been strange having your deepest fantasies satisfied like that. And what was that at the end?" Shamira covered her face. She hadn't figured out what that had meant yet. "You mean when it turned into . . . you know --"

The other penetration came in the form of a dildo or a butt plug (which she loved). But back to Na*a to Ka*ru {by Ryuta Amazume}. You see, what it is supposed to be is a regular manga which is published in a Non-hentai magazine. So it was kind of strange to us when my girlfriend read the summary from a non-hentai online manga reader site.