Sex Stories Fantasy Novels & Stories

When Lauren’s new friend, Vivian, invites her to a club she thinks will be a typical nightclub. But as she steps inside, she realizes it's a sex club. Her Thursday night takes a steamy turn that she never could have imagined. With a few cocktails down her throat, she lets her delirious urges cloud her mind, and soon she begins to crave sexual fantasies that she never thought she would. #SteamyNight #SexClubExperience #UnexpectedDesires #EroticFantasy #NightclubSurprise #ThursdayNightThrills #DeliriousUrges #AlexanderAndLauren #SexualAwakening #FantasyFulfilled

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

To be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

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.

Her moans filled the room, mixed with the wet sounds of our bodies. “Harder, Zaddy,” she begged, pushing her ass back against me, her pussy squeezing me tight. My hands gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her skin, leaving red marks. I leaned forward, my chest against her back, and reached around to grab her breasts, pinching her nipples until she whimpered. My cock slid in and out, slick with her wetness, and I felt another orgasm building, my balls tightening again. The pizza box was still on the table, the smell of it mixing with the stench of sex and sweat in the air.

But that's what she'd signed up for. Kyle'd been asking her to do this since the moment their honeymoon had ended. Three hypnosis programs to listen to while she jilled. Week one had started the dick fantasies. Week two had made her feel like Kyle was stroking her clit every time he touched her. She'd almost come last Sunday, holding hands in the park. Week three and her own clothes made her ache and throb and drip. It had been murder holding her lust back so as to surprise Kyle.

“My name is Sapphire and I’m here from Fantasies.” The muscles in Felix’s body visibly relaxed. Fantasies was an elite at home prostitute service. Their website allowed for patrons to pick any girl with whatever body specifications, kinks, accents, accessories or outfits the men desired. Fantasies ensured that all of their girls were devoid of STDs and had contraceptives so that men who wanted to enjoy the pleasure of sex without the pressure of condoms could be free to do so.

she gasped, grinding her clit against him with every downward thrust. The fantasy was overwhelming. Here was his dream character , confident, seductive, dripping wet , riding him in real life. Alex flipped them so she was on her back, legs spread wide. He thrust deep in missionary, eyes locked on hers. The red contact lenses made it feel like he was truly fucking Zero Two. “I’m close,” he warned, pace becoming erratic. “Come inside me,” Lila moaned, wrapping her legs around him, heels digging into his back. “Fill your waifu with cum. Breed me.”

Lila’s legs locked around me, pulling me deeper, begging without words for more, for harder, for everything. The fantasy made everything sharper. Hotter. I fucked harder, chasing that image, chasing the pleasure that felt stolen and wrong and impossibly right all at once. Each thrust pushed deeper, hips grinding against hers at the end of every stroke, drawing out low whimpers from her throat. My free hand slid down her side, gripping her hip firmly to angle her just right, so every slide hit that spot inside her that made her back bow and her breath hitch. Delaney cried out again, louder now, her inner walls fluttering around me as she climbed toward her own release. “Ryder… oh God…” Her vo