Sexy Fantasy Books Novels & Stories

My bare pussy already throbbed with anticipation as I took my seat front and center. Professor Kane began his lecture on forbidden desires in literature. His eyes found mine almost immediately. I smiled innocently at first, then slowly uncrossed my legs, letting my knees fall apart just enough. The desk hid most of it from the class, but not from him. I trailed my fingers up my inner thigh, stroking the sensitive skin above my stockings. His gaze darkened. When he asked a question about reckless passion, I answered in a soft, breathy voice, leaning forward so my breasts nearly spilled out. “Sometimes the good girl needs to break every rule, Professor. Don’t you think the thrill of getting ca

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.

The novel lay open under her hands-wet, crumpled, dog‑eared. He looked at it, then at her. He pulled the book free with one hand, and his own wet fingers brushed between her thighs again, smart with urgency. "One more time?" he rasped. Claire stared at him-ache behind her eyes, voice hoarse. "Yes," she finally breathed. "One more time." He kissed her, deep and rough. Closed the book with his other hand-cover snapping shut with authority. She rode him one more time, skin slick, body trembling, pulses crashing as she came again-slow, powerful, echoing under the hush of books. Rowan groaned and came with her, feeding her tight until he fell forward, forearm over her back, his breath ragged.

Maria sat up and ground herself against Janet, making her intentions known as if they weren't loud enough. Then, she stared Janet right in the eyes and tugged her shirt over her head, her breasts bouncing out of it. What in the lesbian fuck? Janet's gaze followed her fingers as they trailed down her body and brushed against her soft cleavage. Janet placed Maria's hands on her hips, slowly trailing them up to her waist to her lacy black bra. Good gracious heavens. A rush of pleasure rushed through Janet and she closed her eyes. Fuck. Maria placed her forearms on either side of Janet's head and leaned closer to her, pressing her t**s against Janet's.

I moaned softly, my teeth clenched tightly as I felt it coming, a load of breathtaking sensation, the same I always experienced when I touched myself to lesbian p**n. “Fuck! Olivia,” I panted. Fingers deep in pussy, lips parted, with a crying face. “I want to fuck you so bad,” I said as I fucked faster. The words slipped out of my mouth like water spilling over. But then I felt it again. That strange shiver crawling all over my skin like I was being watched. The brightness of the light from my laptop made me realize how dark it had gotten outside. Since I was taken in by my sexual desires. The brightness made it even harder to see if there was anyone else around watching.

Introduction: In the hot, hazy summer of a small town, an eighteen-year-old nerd accidentally enters a forbidden world of desire that will change his life forever. He is stuck in a house full of tension and unspoken anger, and he can't stop thinking about the one woman he shouldn't want—his beautiful, curvy mother. When a heated argument starts a fire of raw, wild desire, their relationship turns into a secret dance of seduction and surrender. In the back of a minivan, where they can steal glances and whisper secrets, they cross a line that ties them together in a web of forbidden love. This is a story about love, guilt, and the thrilling thrill of giving in to what is wrong. Every touch is

I leaned back against the smooth, cool marble edge while my hand slid between my legs almost immediately, fingers parting my swollen folds as I let out a shaky breath. I was still soaked, a humiliating mix of my own arousal and Richard’s pathetic load. I opened the hidden browser on my phone, the one I kept password-protected, and went straight to my favorite BDSM site. My fingers trembled with need as I typed in the search bar: “dominant muscular man ruins married woman.” The video loaded. It was exactly what I needed tonight.

The disdain in my voice shocked even me. He growled and enclosed his large hands on the left-over skin I couldn’t hold. A whimper left my lips. Unlike my previous caress, his strokes were fierce. Each pull made my knees weaker. Why did it feel so good? It had to be his pheromones. It had been some time since I had sex. Having sex with some random chick or guy was never my thing. It felt uncomfortable being in the presence of alphas and omegas alike. Ryder never liked my abstinence. He tried to set me up on any and everyone. I often canceled. My libido was non-existent anyway.

"You’re going to take every inch of us tonight, Gabriella. We’re going to fill every hole until there’s nothing left of the woman Derek thinks he knows. You're just a shared toy for his brothers now, a desperate little bitch begging to be ruined." When his first finger breached that virgin pressure, I let out a choked, jagged gasp. It was a searing, white-hot burn, a slow-motion intrusion that made my internal muscles scream in protest. He didn't give me a second to adjust; he added another finger, then a third, scissoring them until the burn turned into a deep, forbidden ache that made my toes clench. The sensory overload was absolutely amazing. Brent’s thick cock was a gagging, dominant pr

His friend had almost coal-dark hair, and was deliciously muscled. Jeanie glanced down as she loaded the last washer, and let out a nearly silent sigh of relief. She could feel her nipples stiffening against her bra, and she was concerned that they might be visible through her top. Jeanie sat down and put her nose in the book that she’d brought with her, but knew from the moment that she opened it that it was a bad idea. The racy romance novel was the last thing that was going to distract her from the surge of arousal that had come over her. The bookmark sat right at the beginning of a heated coupling between the characters in the book.