Smutty Fantasy Novels Novels & Stories

Seeking Deeper Fantasy is set in Stark city, where Corey Lawson, a 31 years old faces challenges as he discovers that the woman he is in love with, Kisha Prime, is the reason his whole childhood became a nightmare. Driven by resilience, he takes Legacy Woodwork to a greater height. Kisha Prime, a 25 years old, raised by her stepfather Morgan Lawson, the man who abandons his family to be with his one true love, Marla. Sharing deep memories together of life, but unfortunately are not allowed to be together because of the hatred between both families. Robert Prime, deeply in love with Marla orchestrated a wedge between Morgan and Marla by getting married to her against her will. Mor

I remember what feelings used to taste like, but those bones have long been buried. And yet… There was something about the way she looked at me. Not prey, a threat. I smile to myself, teeth sharp behind it. Let's see what the records say. It doesn't resist me. The moment my fingers close around the spine, heat blooms beneath my cool skin. As I turn the book in my hand, the surface shifts, faint symbols bubbling to life beneath my touch, rising as bruises beneath her translucent flesh. And then, a name carves itself into existence across the cover.

"Uhm...is it wrong for me to say I'm fascinated with this world and the people living in it so I...I wish to stay?" Oh dear... I didn't see that coming. *** Author's Note: My supernatural romance book, Sanctum, is available for purchase on Amazon in ebook and paperback formats. Please support me by buying the paperback and leaving a review on Amazon and Goodreads. I would greatly appreciate it. xoxo JMFelic

She padded over in her socks and checked the peephole. Nobody there. She opened the door anyway, just a crack. The hallway was empty. A faint smell of cologne hung in the air—something dark and woody. Her stomach flipped. She shut the door fast, locked both locks, and told herself she was being paranoid. She took her wine to the bedroom, stripped down to her tank top and panties, and crawled under the covers. The city hummed outside her window. She tried to read, but the words blurred. Her hand slipped between her legs almost without thinking, chasing that low ache she’d been ignoring for too long. Slow circles, eyes closed, imagining rough hands instead of her own. A body pinning her down.

“No, Tatum, not at all. It’s just...we told him that was a dumb thing to ask. You’re already under so much stress and we know you’d never say no to Nat. Plus, just months before, he’d asked one of us to take care of those needs for you.” My eyes bulged at what I heard. “Excuse me? what?” Remy sighed. “He wanted us to handle the sex stuff for him. Because he couldn’t anymore and you seemed so sad and lonely. We were like, ‘Hell no. We are not doing this.’ But he said he would rather the next man you sleep with be familiar and not a stranger. But we said nah, so I guess he concocted this Coverts plan.”

My fingers found my clit—already slick, already begging—and the first slow circle made my back arch so hard water sloshed over the edge. “Oh God,” I whispered, even though I knew it was the wrong name to say. I stroked faster. Two fingers sliding over and around my clit while my other hand came up to pinch my nipple the way I imagined he might. The water made everything slippery, louder. I slipped one finger inside myself, then two, curling them the way I’d done every morning for weeks. My hips rocked up to meet my hand. The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made sta

Ethan groaned deeply, slamming into her harder until he exploded, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her spasming cunt. That moment unlocked something between them. The “log jam” fantasy became a regular part of their sex. They watched double penetration videos together, Ava grinding frantically on Ethan’s lap, moaning louder with every scene. The dirtier the fantasy got, the harder they both came. It was a warm Saturday afternoon. Ava was lounging around the apartment wearing only a pair of snug white Jockey panties that hugged her ass perfectly and a tiny matching bra that barely contained her small breasts. She felt restless and deliciously horny. Deciding to bake cookies, she gathered

She whimpered, pushing back instinctively. “Relax,” he growled. “You’re taking my cock here tonight.” Another finger joined the first, scissoring, stretching. The burn was intense, filthy, perfect. She moaned into the sheets, hips rocking, pussy clenching around nothing. When he added a third finger, she was begging—slurred, desperate pleas for more. He pulled out abruptly. Replaced fingers with the blunt head of his cock. “Push back on me. Take it like the dirty little slut you are.”

Naya Hart If you just finished reading this, let's say a prayer together. Oh Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. 🙏🏽 And honestly? I am not even sorry. If you made it all the way to the end of Forbidden Desires — from Ruin Me Stepfather down to My boyfriend ,y stepbrother, you are built differently and I respect you deeply. 😭🖤 This book was never for the faint of heart. It was for the ones who read with the door locked and the brightness turned all the way down.

he murmured, leaning down to suck one, then the other, teeth nipping while Santa railed her pussy, the wet squelch loud and obscene. Dory's world narrowed to sensation, the throb of Santa's cock stretching her, Jingle's mouth pulling at her sensitive buds, making them swell further, aching deliciously. "More... I need more," she gasped, the fantasy blurring into desperate reality, her body craving their possession.