Really Dirty Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She wanted me to paint her and I had. I finished reading the short fantasy story and I was completely out of breath. Panting, I realized with a start that I had started rubbing myself through my panties while I read his story. And my pussy was dripping generously. My father fantasized about cumming on my body? And my god, why was the idea of him drizzling his load on my tits and belly so arousing to me? And the "dirty talk" he had projected onto me. It was something I had never done before. Not for real. Was that really what he wanted from me? And why was even that thought so erotic to me?

“You wanted me to lose my fucking mind until I couldn’t take it anymore. Until I had my fat cock buried all the way inside you. That’s what you wanted, huh?” He’s so vulgar, so crass, and I shouldn’t like it but my body does. I moan as a rush of wetness coats his penis and he feels it, a pained grin settling on his lips. “My dirty little Abigail,” he murmurs. “Seducing your uncle until he’s scrambling to get his cock out and up this tight cunt.” A particularly harsh thrust follows those words and I wail into my hand which is now filled with bite marks. “Hell knows if I knew I had a niece with a pussy this tight, I’d have hopped on the first flight and come down here the second I divorced my

Every nerve in my body burned, screaming to keep fantasizing, to never stop craving his brutal touch. ~~~~~~~~~~ I swear, I never meant to obsess over the alpha, let alone dream of him fucking me into oblivion until my brain melted and my legs gave out. But I’m already lost, my mind drowned in filthy thoughts of him railing me until I can’t walk, until my slutty omega body learns not to lust after an alpha too powerful for a sixteen-year-old like me. I want him to punish my needy cunt, to make me pay for these dirty, forbidden fantasies. My mother and I slaved away in the pack mansion, cleaning and serving. The alpha and my father were tight before my dad died, and Dante demanded we move int

His free hand dipped into her leggings, finding her panties soaked. "Fuck, you're wet," he said, fingers circling her clit through the fabric. She bucked, moaning his name. The realism hit her—the scratch of the rug, the pop of embers, his stubble rasping her skin. No fantasy; this was Max, the guy who'd bandaged her scraped knees, now unraveling her.

Her body writhed, wild and filthy. "You like fucking yourself on my cock?" Harper growled, gripping Ava's ass. "I'm your filthy little toy," Ava gasped. "Just a wet fucking hole for you to fill-" Harper grabbed her hips and started thrusting up, meeting each slam with her own.Their moans tangled. The dildo disappeared over and over between slick thighs. The room reeked of sweat, sex, and desperation. "Don't stop-don't fucking stop-fuck me like you own me-"Harper growled.

The rape-fantasy section wasn’t buried deep; it was right there, bold as hell, like it knew people like me would be too far gone to care about shame or decency. I clicked on it, my pulse spiking as the page loaded. The scenarios were laid out in crude, explicit detail, each one more brutal than the last. There was no sugarcoating it, no pretending this was something other than what it was—raw, unapologetic depravity. My mouth went dry as I read through the options, my mind racing with images that made me both sick and desperate with want. It felt dirty, wrong, but that’s what made it perfect. I wasn’t here for anything gentle.

I shake my head as i am out of words " I fantasized about locking you in a dark classroom ,push you on a table and put your legs over my shoulders and suck you until you scream" "Draven... Stop..." His dirty talks provokes a part of me I never thought existed His dirty words will be the end of me. Draven takes his hands thats where just in me a few minutes ago as he slipps it in his mouth and sucked it still staring at my eyes " I can't stop my fantasies darling". He wraps his hands around mine. " but I wont tell you the rest of them, do you know why?" I shake my head once " because you are not ready for those, I'll tell you this though" he leans in to whisper in hot words "you taste b

“To her. To both of us. I don’t know. It’s blurry.” Delilah lets out a bark of laughter. “Okay, great. Now you’re starring in your own fanfiction.” “It’s not funny.” “It’s hilarious. You need a therapist. Or a priest.” “I’ve been reading these books, okay? The kind where the guy is dangerous and obsessive and completely wrong, but the girl still falls for him because he sees all of her. And I keep imagining Professor Montelli with his hand in my hair and his mouth at my throat and—”

"One last one for the road. She shattered under his touch, a quick, sharp orgasm rippling through her, pussy clenching on nothing, juices slicking his fingers. Jax grinned, feral and satisfied, bringing them to his mouth for a final taste. SLUT SQUAD!! If you are reading this, you're pronounced "Dirty Slut Seeker" part of the Dirty Slut Seekers! We all have fantasies don't we? Bet your cock's throbbing, or your pussy's soaked right now, panties shoved aside as you read every single filthy fuck dream. Did you edge or cum untouched, or touch yourself? Drop your own fantasies here, readers. Tell me in the comments: What would you do if you were Zelda right now? Beg for more? Spill your dirtiest

I wanted him to fuck me absolutely silly. ”You're so fucking hot when you scream like that,” he muttered, his large hands gripping my hips to keep me in place as he fucked my ass hard, each thrust sending me into another dimension. ‎“Milking my cock like a whore," he rasped. ‎I moaned loudly at his words, the dirty talk making my pussy completely flood with moisture. "Fuck me harder… I'll be your dirty little slut…put your big cock into any hole you want!" ‎We were a total sweaty mess as the sounds of our lovemaking filled the quiet room. He raised one of my legs up over the couch arm, the brutal new angle let him grind even deeper, hitting spots that made stars burst behind my eyes.