Spicy Fantasy Books For Adults Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Fantasy?” Came the uncertain inquiry through the bullhorn that sounded out loudly amongst the hustle and bustle of the crowded pier. Raising my hand I picked up my duffel bag and began making my way forward. As I walked the men about me stared. They always stared. It was kind of nice and yet annoying at the same time. It didn’t help that my Russian born mother so enamored with her relocation to a new and in her eyes, ‘fantasy land’ of America had named me as such.

It's like a harry potter but with spice. Entitled 'With her body' it's horror and at the same time fantasy. "Interesting." Ano ba ang mga tao ngayon. Bakit mahilig silang mang-gulat? Kunti na lang at baka atakihin na ako sa puso nito. But about the book. I bought it. With her body. Sounds intersting.

"What to do? Just you being here makes me want to say that maybe one child is fine." Oh lord. FOR THE ONES WHO MISSED THE CHILLI SCENES IN THE BOOK I'VE WARNED EVERYONE READING ALREADY, THAT THIS IS AN ADULT-THEMED BOOK. READER DISCRETION WILL BE APPRECIATED; FOR 18+ ONLY. Going down on her never felt so relaxing. She smells fresh like the ocean, and whatsoever her taste, I loved it. Her sweet moans make my vessels bulge, along with the growing boner I hide in my pants.

At the very least, she was relieved to escape the confined space of the kitchen. As Marcus worked at the sink, Vivienne wandered back into the front room where her curiosity got the better of her. She drifted over to the bookshelf in the corner of the room, her fingers tracing the spines of the array of worn paperbacks and hardcovers in a variety of colours and sizes. Expecting to find typical bodyguard or espionage novels, she was taken aback to discover a collection dominated by high fantasy titles and series. Lord of the Rings, The Way of Kings, The Chronicles of Narnia, The Witcher, there was even a collection of classic fairytales.

“I’ve never really thought about it.” “Ali,” she sighs. “Have you even read a good spicy book?” “You mean p**n?” I ask her over a row of glittery vibrators. “Yes I mean p**n!” She exclaims. “Good old fashioned p**n! With some monsters maybe. I feel like you’d enjoy a good monster fucker book.” “I.. don’t know about that.” “Alright,” she says loudly. “There’s a book section over there. Let’s find you a nice steamy one.”

Academic books, pet care manuals, colouring books, novels… Novels were another thing Margo and I bonded over. And even though it had been a while since I actually finished one, I always added highly recommended titles or new projects from my favourite authors to my collection. I used to be strictly a romance genre girl until Margo came into my life. She liked to tease that my bookshelf was to blame for my incurable faith in love. So she introduced me to what she called ‘real life’ genres — thrillers, sci-fi, and fantasy. Yes, fantasy.

Then he dragged his fingers down to my opening, feeling all the wetness. “You are such a nasty bitch, you know that?” He asked as he kept rubbing around my warm and licking flesh. “Yes, sir, I do.” I nodded, trying my best not to buck my hips into his slow and torturous touch. I was all bare on his desk; my fantasy that I never thought would realize outside my book and head was playing out. And I was helpless… willingly. “See how you’re dripping for me?” He brought his fingers up and licked them clean, his eyes closed to the sweetness, as if I was the nectar of the sweetest flower on earth.

Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar. His eyes met mine and he smirked. Something about how sensual it was made my stomach tickle. He crushed the butt of his cigar on the ashtray, still holding my gaze. He poured whiskey slowly into a glass cup, and my eyes flickered his fingers closed round the glass as he swirled the liquid slowly, and brought it to his lips. When I looked up, his eyes were still holding mine down, black with lust. His gaze flickered down to my breasts, and my stomach kicked when he bit his lips.

Like the woman I imagined he wanted. Back in my room, I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled up p**n on my phone, headphones in. The video showed a dominant older man devouring a younger woman. I spread my legs, fingers sliding under the lace to plunge inside myself. Two fingers, then three, thrusting in time with the moans in my ears. I imagined Mason’s voice in my head — *Good girl. Take it for Daddy.* My hips rocked, breasts heaving, the fantasy consuming me. The door clicked shut.

I was dripping, actual strings of slick running down my inner thighs. “Fuck, look at you,” he growled, eyes devouring every inch. “That pretty pink cunt is soaked. Clit all swollen and peeking out like a desperate little slut.” He reached down and dragged two thick fingers through my folds, spreading my juices everywhere. “So fucking wet for your tutor’s cock. You’ve been fantasizing about this since the first spanking, haven’t you?” “Yes,” I moaned, hips jerking forward as he circled my clit slow and teasing. “Every night. I touch myself thinking about you spanking my ass red then fucking me stupid. I cum whispering your name like a pathetic little whore.”