Spicy Fanfics Novels & Stories

Fingers spreading me open without mercy, a tongue licking me until I scream, a cock fucking me until I no longer know my own name. — Elara... I startle, fingers frozen. That wasn't my voice. It's no one. Just the wind against the windows, perhaps. Or else... Or else I've already crossed over. I yank the vibrator away, throwing it onto the bed as if it burns me. My cunt throbs, empty, starving, and I squeeze my thighs together with a whimper, fingers trembling with frustration. No. Not like this. Not alone. The letter is still there, resting on the vanity, taunting me.

he muttered, cupping one and thumbing the nipple until I arched up whimpering. His mouth closed over it, sucking hard while his other hand shoved my skirt up and yanked my soaked panties aside. Two fingers slid right into my dripping pussy, curling deep. “Oh shit yes,” I cried out, legs spreading wider as he finger fucked me slow and steady. The wet sounds filled the cabin between thunder cracks. “You’re so much bigger than him. Stretch me, Dante. Make me feel it.” My juices ran down his hand while I rocked against his palm, clit grinding on his thumb.

Hi everyone 🥰🥰 Mha Nitta here, how's our weekend going? After the next two chapters I'll be releasing an erotica experience of a friend who is in a talking stage with me. He has a weird fetish for short black skirts 😂. I found it so hilarious though. Forget the fact that we're friends 😂😂 It's weird.

Body, soul, and mind. My thumb rubbed her clit in slow, sensual strokes while my tongue slid into her warm, wet hole, and she moaned out my name in the most sexy way ever. “God, Trevor…” I spanked her ass again, my hand print very evident from how hard the spank was, and she let out a choked moan. Her hands gripped the desk tightly but I wasn't done yet. Not until she came in my mouth. “S-sir, I think I'm gonna c-cum, oh fuck, I'm gonna cum—” Her words were cut short when I spanked her one more time and that seemed to tip her over.

Susan’s POV I was lazily scrolling through my OnlyFans page when a new comment popped up under one of my latest posts. “I wish I could get a video of you getting fucked. That’s my biggest fantasy.” My heart skipped a beat. I bit my lip and typed back immediately:“I wish I had someone to fuck for y’all, but I don’t.”

Ch-1 --------------------- [Father discovers that his neglected wife has found solace with her hunky son; while he is given cold shoulder, son is treated to cornucopia of delights.] [ALERT: one of the delights is eating a meal served on his mother's perfect body; some might object to this type of erotic dining, especially the location of dipping sauce; please turn to another story; thank you] *

I spit on her asshole, then on her cheeks, and smeared my saliva all over her. And then she came for me long and loud, soaking my hand as she gushed for me. Her pussy juices sprayed out of her, and I opened my mouth, drinking it all down. “That’s my pretty girl.” I smoothed my hand over her ass, then along her smooth pussy, smearing her pussy cream and my saliva all over her bare skin. With one more lick to her anus, I rose and notched my cockhead to her puckered asshole. She was so tight and clenched for me as I started pushing in.

He liked working with the other editors in the erotica department office, it just wasn’t the same as spending most of his day with his friends. “You know my weakness now,” Darien said. “I can’t eat anything past a mild spicy rating. I just normally pretend the spice isn’t affecting me.” “I have no idea what I’m going to do with this new information,” Zach replied with a laugh. “Your secret is safe with me.”

Those, and the image of all the naughty, unspeakable things her curious mind concocted just from the simple act of his holding her chin and nearly speaking into her mouth. It was over. Sighing, Stephie turned her eyes down. How could she get out of this? She didn’t like Jacob and Jacob didn’t like her. This was all fleshly desires. But they were strong. They made a deal to avoid each other and it worked for a while. But what was this now? What were they doing here against this wall? Where was the argument? The distaste for one another? Why was she now only curious to know his taste? And apparently him when it came to hers?

Sophie admitted, jotting something down. I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose. “You two are impossible.” “We’re thorough,” Fatima corrected, grinning. --- By lunchtime, my cravings had shifted again. This time, I wanted spaghetti. But not just any spaghetti—I needed it to be spicy. So spicy it could probably melt a hole in the wall. Jake, bless him, didn’t even question it as he helped me whip up a batch of extra-spicy marinara sauce. But when I sat down to eat, Sophie and Fatima were there, watching me like hawks.