Species Fanfiction Novels & Stories

THEMES: Voyeuristic fantasy, Neighbors, proximity tension KINKS: Voyeurism & exhibitionism, Mutual self- pleasure, Eye- contact control, breathy praise, Hair- grip, tongue play, teasing, denial cadence. I have a favorite daydream I never say out loud. It’s stupid and simple, but it burns... deep down in my mind, haunting me daily as I think of what it would be like to watch a man, alone with his shoulders tense and his hand moving up and down over his cock.

I felt stupid enough to apologize to him tomorrow and bring him a cookie. A flood of nonsense hit first: roleplay forums; romance book rec lists that looked suspiciously like my browsing history from lonely winters; wikis that read like teenagers high on Mountain Dew had built them at three in the morning. I dug harder, forcing my way past fanfic to the kind of folklore sites with ugly fonts and long paragraphs.

Gloria loved to debase her milk tasters with little acts of humiliation that mollified her basic role of submissive servant for pleasure. Lafitte was right on the edge. He could feel his spunk rising deep inside his immortal core. He knew he could never have children but the instinct to procreate was strong in his cock. His creation fang was vibrating with intense desire. He fought off the urge to bury his fang in the middle-aged woman's lustrous white skin and allowed his vampire juices to escape deep inside her tight clutching rectum.

“Apparently, my fans have weird fetishes. After seeing you dominate me, they went from being haters to your number one fans. They're happy to see me being bullied at your hands! Can you believe it?” “Hmm...” Helena blinked, processing the information. So that was it. The psychology of fans was complex. Few really believed they would have a chance with their idol. So, the next best scenario was to live out the fantasy through fiction. If the idol's partner was weak or dull, they felt jealous. But Helena? In that scene, Helena was powerful, domineering, and intense. The fans didn't want to be in Josh's place; they wanted to be Helena. They projected themselves onto her, living out the fantasy

I've been married for seven years. Seven years of being a good wife. A good mother to my two beautiful daughters. Seven years of pretending everything is fine. That I'm satisfied. That my libido isn't screaming for more than what I'm getting at home. People hate cheating spouses online. They judge. They condemn. They act like they're so morally superior. But in real life nobody really minds. Not when they understand. Not when they know the reason. And I have a reason. A valid reason if anyone actually cared to ask.

"Brandt and Emily will kill me if I touch you." Her eyebrows drew together slightly as she appeared to think about his statement. "Hmm, yep, that worries me, too. They never seem to see reason when it comes to me and the male species." "It worries you?" His voice rose and the pounding in his skull increased. Her eyebrows didn't unfurrow. "We'll need to come up with a plan to head them off. Me, being with child, might do the trick." Her face suffused with red before she continued. "Since Nicolas' sperm created a child in Zenya, everyone is wondering which species can crossbreed." The red faded to pink and she looked more content by the end of her sentence.

One from a story about a guy I had never even talked to but had seen at a party once. The comments were split. Some people defending the quality of the writing. Others condemning me for writing sexual content as a minor. "This is actually good writing," one comment read. "Problematic subject matter but undeniably skilled prose." "She is SEVENTEEN," another comment responded. "This is not okay regardless of how well written it is." "Plenty of teenage girls write fanfiction like this," someone else argued. "She just had the bad luck of having hers leaked." "Fanfiction about fictional characters is different than writing about real people at your school," another person countered. "That crosses

Updates for this series will be twice or thrice a week, with a full upload of a story, not chapter-by-chapter updates, depending on my school schedules. What fantasy do you have? Comment on it, and you might be lucky enough to get your story chosen.

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad