Power Fantasy Novels & Stories

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.

I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky. “I saw the way you looked at my dick at Coverts,” he whispered, not letting up on his assault on my clit, his lips tracing along my jawline. “I was so hard. You had on that yellow lingerie set that glowed against your skin. I wanted to bend you over and fuck you so badly. That young dude wasn’t going to get this pussy.” With that, he moved his attention from my clit, sliding two fingers inside my hot, already-drenched pussy. He worked his fingers until they were fully coated and soaked. “But I knew it wasn’t time. I’m patient. I can wait.”

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.

Heat pooled between my legs, and I felt my pulse skip as I closed my eyes and let the naughty, forbidden fantasy of his rough hands fill my head. I reached for a big over-sized t-shirt for bed, but as the fantasy began to play out in my head, I let it drop. Instead, I slowly found myself moving back into my bedroom, and draping down across my bed. Heat pulsed through me as I pushed myself back into the comfort of my pillows. My hands skimmed down my body, sliding over my hips and my belly before sliding up to cup my breasts. Daemon .

now that he had a taste of the forbidden fruit, he wanted it all! What do you think Chandra is going to do next? If the chapter took your fancy then please do vote and comment. And if you like my writing style I could promise you another equally interesting plot in "The second marriage. "

But what could I do after having experienced a fetish with that man and being even more in need of something like that? The men in the movie caught my attention because they were all bald or with very short hair, and this reminded me of Pablo for obvious reasons, not to mention the muscles and penises of all sizes. So soon I was removing my pajamas and opening my nightstand to get my vibrator. The pink and cylindrical device emitted a small buzz when I turned it on, and started to vibrate in my hand, before I put it between my legs.

(Steamy erotica/ girl power) WARNING- Dark, Anti Heroes, Heroine who can kill and kills. Can Be Read as STANDALONE! HEA and thrilling read. BRANDON “If you think that you can buy the privilege of f.ckig my p.ssy then you have another thing coming, Brandon.” “It’s not a privilege if I am f.ck*g what’s mine.” I said, my tone gruff as I circled her clit in slow motions.

A scar curved along his ribs, and I traced it with my finger, wondering at its story. He shivered at my touch, his eyes darkening with desire. "Your turn," he growled, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my panties. I lifted my hips, allowing him to slide them down my legs. The cool air hit my heated skin, and I fought the urge to cover myself. His gaze raked over me, hungry and appreciative. "Beautiful," he murmured, his hands skimming up my thighs. I reached for his belt, fumbling with the buckle. He batted my hands away, making quick work of it himself. His pants and boxers joined the growing pile of discarded clothing on the floor.

His presence wasn’t loud, yet no one dared speak while he stood. Dressed in rich royal blue, every inch of him screamed regality, right down to his shining leather shoes. He stood before his pact—his chosen allies—not a pack. Enigmas could not hold other Enigmas in a traditional pack. Instead, they formed Pacts: elite alliances of power forged through synchronized pheromones. A ritual of dominance and mutual respect, where two high-ranking Enigmas bind their aura to others, marking them with a bond deeper than blood.

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