Power Fantasy Novels & Stories

Sara could hear how soaked she was every time he pumped his fingers in and out. “Yes… right there,” she gasped. Her thighs started to shake. She reached down and threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him against her. Professor Kane did not seem to mind. He ate her out with more hunger, licking and sucking like he had been starving for her. Sara’s orgasm built fast. The pressure grew in her belly, spreading down to her pussy. Her walls clenched around his fingers again and again. She tried to stay quiet, but small whimpers kept escaping.

“I’d love to see you all come from your hands. See what’s so pleasurable when you come inside me with my own eyes and not just feel it? Is that too much to ask? What about if I jerked you guys off? From start to happy ending.” Ebony was having fun with her power of three mens’ sex drives. Franco was now stroking himself as he’d not yet come from Peter’s love making. “Poor Franco.” Ebony knelt beside him and took over with her hands and lips. It didn’t take long before her hot lips wrapped around his shaft to take Franco quickly over the edge. Benedict watched, sated, as he watched her with Franco. He enjoyed stroking himself as he listened to their mate tell them her fantasies and thank the

As she once visited his kingdom and saw him, predicting him one of the most important warriors of the future. 2. FREA: She is the princess of Jurgen Kingdom, from the fire ocean. She is a fierce one sometimes, but usually don't use that much of her power. She is blessed with fire as the element and also given the bow of Faire. The universe's second dangerous weapon among eleven deadly weapons.

"Tell me about your writing. You mentioned once that you’re an author. What do you actually write about?" She blushes slightly, but doesn't look away. "I’m an erotic writer, Hunter. I write about power... about men controlling women sexually. Dominance, submission, the thrill of being owned." She pauses, her gaze turning intense. "To be honest, I never thought my fantasies would actually be fulfilled one day. I lived it on the page... but now I’m living it with you." I feel my blood thicken. Hearing her admit that, knowing I am the man from her darkest, deepest dreams, is the ultimate turn-on.

“To escaping the grind.” That evening, we had dinner on deck, Fancy lobster, her foot teased my crotch under the table. After, she led me below—big bedroom, king bed by portholes, ocean dark outside. She stripped me first, pushed me down, and climbed on to grind her wet pussy on my thigh. “Eat me through it,” she ordered, fabric in the way as I licked. I tasted her through lace, her clit pulsed under the damp cloth, and she came fast, shaking hard.

⚠️ Trigger Warning : This chapter contains explicit sexual content involving power play, dominant/submissive dynamics, and a threesome scenario. All acts depicted are fully consensual between adults, though they may include verbal degradation, intense language, and elements of coercive fantasy. Reader discretion is strongly advised. •••••••••••• Summary: A horny white housewife fantasizes about being with a black man. When she finally takes the plunge, one isn’t enough. She finds herself addicted to the thrill, fucking several black men and loving every second of it.

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.

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

Iris moaned, her tits bouncing wildly as he pounded into her from behind. Cathy couldn’t help but stare. The fantasy she had played over and over in her mind for a long time was happening right in front of her, more vivid and visceral than any dream. She had wondered for months how to bridge the gap, how to make the first move in this strange, blended family dynamic. But today, the heat and the proximity had finally broken her resolve. She decided right then to go with the flow, she saw a dildo just close to where she stood she picked it up and decided to use it to please herself while convincing herself that he is her stepbrother which means joining in isn't allowed.

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.”