Sexual Fantasies Stories Novels & Stories

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

I imagined him behind me, pressing his thick cock against my ass while his fingers plunged inside me. I dipped two fingers into my dripping entrance, pumping slowly, my other hand squeezing my breast through the dress. “Mmm… Jace,” I moaned softly, eyes fluttering shut. “Please… fuck me.” My fingers moved faster, slick sounds filling the luxurious bathroom. I was soaked, arousal coating my thighs as I chased the fantasy. In my head, he had me bent over, collar around my throat, calling me his dirty little secret while Mia slept downstairs. “Oh god… yes, Sir…” The word slipped out unbidden, sending a fresh gush of wetness over my fingers.

Adrian had been roommates with James for months and every night, his mind wandered to filthy thoughts of that thick cock sliding deep into his ass. He imagined James pinning him down, spreading his cheeks wide and pounding relentlessly until he filled him with hot cum. The fantasy consumed him, making his own cock throb whenever James walked around shirtless or fresh from a shower.

Designed for people who want their fantasies to be served quickly, hot, and unrestrained, these stories are brief, intense, and explicitly sexy. There are no happily-ever-afters in this story. It's about the rush of the present, the energy of the moment, and what happens when two bodies naturally give in to it. Thus, locate a peaceful area, turn down the lights, and get ready. This is indulging, not just reading. With desire, Author. AUTHOR'S NOTE Writing Tales of Instant Lust was a delightful diversion into wild fantasies, unrestrained cravings, and unforgiving heat. Every story in this collection was written to be quick, intense, and relaxed, for readers who want to jump right into the act

Isabella echoed, "We can't take more. Please fuck us." He groaned, cock leaking pre-cum on the sheets. "Beg proper. Lose those virginities together?" They nodded frantic, voices overlapping: "Yes, Daddy! Take our cherries. Breed us side by side." Dark fantasies spilled from him—climbing over Sophia first, cock rubbing her slick entrance. "Feel that, baby? Daddy's thick head teasing your tight hole." He pushed shallow—the stretch burning sweet, her walls gripping. "So pure. Gonna ruin you."

It took almost three hours of typing and his encouragement until I had fully unloaded my crappy life onto his shoulders. As he started to tell me more about himself, I found that he was a 55-year-old man who lived about five hundred miles away from me and had led a not dissimilar life. He had been married and divorced twice, and his current wife was not sexual at all. He had been using the chat room as an outlet for his sexual frustrations for two years now and occasionally wrote erotic stories for an online site. All his stories were about his fantasies of having sex with another man, although he claimed he had only tried it twice—neither time was all that satisfying. I asked him to direct

"Sex is always... boring with him so I never cum. I've been faking my orgasm since we got married." Seraphine felt the sweet sensation stop. Perhaps he was shocked. Maybe. The feather continued its maddening path, tracing the outline of her labia, dipping slightly into her entrance before retreating. Her muscles tensed, straining against the cuffs. "I'm tired of pleasuring myself... I want a rough fuck by a real man," she continued, the words pouring out of her now, fueled by the teasing and the darkness. He clicked his tongue, the sound sharp in the quiet room. "Interesting wishes whore"

He reached up, grabbing her breasts, squeezing them rough, his fingers digging in, then sliding one hand down to finger her pussy while she kept riding, his thumb circling her clit, making her arch back and cry out even louder. I stood there, watching him fondle my fucking best friend, his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy, the sounds of their bodies slapping together filling the room, and I felt sick, used, like everything we'd had was just a lie. I couldn't hold it in anymore, my voice broke as I whispered, "Alex... Alex!" Tyla's eyes snapped open, she froze for a second, then scrambled off him, her pussy still glistening from how wet she was, his cock shiny and hard, pointing up li

Sex induced labor, and if there was anything I wanted in me before the painful labor, it was his dick. Christian breathed as his fingers now moved between my wet folds carefully, and it is here that I realized maybe fantasies do come true, as one of mine was happening: my husband's brother fingering me as Christian now pushed aside my folds before slipping his thick middle finger in me, earning him a moan as fire ignited through my body.

three times in two weeks. Rachel, twenty-eight, who'd brought her husband for "erectile dysfunction therapy" and now came alone twice a week. Elena, twenty-five, whose boyfriend couldn't make her squirt....but Dr. Stone could, and now she was addicted to the sensation. They all knew why they were there. All knew what happened behind that closed office door. All knew they couldn't stop coming back. One by one, they were called in. One by one, they were thoroughly fucked.