Vaginal Fantasy Book Club Novels & Stories

The invitation arrived in a plain black envelope, no return address, slipped under her apartment door like a secret. Inside: a single heavy card, embossed in silver. Velvet Rope Society Saturday, 11 p.m. One night. One rule: everything is consensual. Bring only your desire. Lila had heard whispers about the club—exclusive, hidden somewhere beneath the city, a place where the wealthy and the wicked gathered to buy and sell pleasure. She’d always told herself it was myth. Fantasy fodder for late-night scrolling.

My other hand joined the first and penetrated my pussy with two fingers. I was free to do or say anything I wanted. No one could see in and the doors were locked. I was breathing faster now. I looked around the room and moaned out “Ohhhhh, I wish someone was here to see me cum!” A new rush of excitement came over me as I said those naughty words. My fantasy turned back to Blake and I on the blanket in the maple grove. How he pounded into my virgin pussy again and again! I looked at his picture and put direct pressure on my hard clit.

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

“You’re one of those conspiracy people.” “I am,” she said proudly. “Thank you for noticing.” I poured tea into mugs and added sugar, too much, as usual. Bailey watched, horrified. “Sweet tea,” she said, sounding like she’d discovered a crime. “You’re a sweet tea person.” “Yes,” I said, defensive on principle. Bailey leaned closer, eyes gleaming. “Okay. So here’s what we do. We start a book club.” I blinked. “What?” “A book club,” she repeated, like it was obvious. “For romance. Specifically romantic fantasy. Specifically.” she lowered her voice again, conspiratorial “ the ones with wolves.”

The wet sounds of slurping and gagging filled the hall. Sebastian watched from his throne, slowly stroking his very massive god cock. “That’s it. Choke the little librarian on vampire dick.” Freya moaned around the cocks, her body burning with new, unholy need. A third male vampire knelt and bit deeply into her left breast, sucking hard and Freya almost collapsed. Blood spurted into his mouth as he drank much, the pain blooming into ecstasy that made her squirt around Lilith’s fingers. Her first orgasm as a full vampire hit her like something else, violent, shameful, and addictive.

But it felt dirty and amazing at the same time. “Fuck, that’s hot,” Ryan groaned underneath me. He thrust up to meet my movements. Jake added a second finger, stretching me carefully. I moaned louder, moving faster on Ryan’s cock. “You want both of us inside you?” Jake asked, voice rough. I hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah… try it.” Jake positioned himself behind me. He pressed the head of his cock against my ass and pushed in slowly. I gasped at the pressure. It burned a little, but Ryan reached up and rubbed my clit to help me relax.

I whispered. The name slipped out naturally. My fingers moved faster, plunging deep while my thumb pressed firmer on my clit. The fantasy kept growing, till it was like a vivid image in my head. I saw him flipping me over, taking me from behind, his hands spreading my ass so he could watch his cock slide in and out of my dripping pussy. “Jake… oh god, Jake,” I moaned, my voice rising. My hips bucked wildly against my hand. My thighs trembled as the orgasm hovered right on the edge. “Jake, please… fuck me harder.”

My pink, soft inner pussy walls throbbed with urgent, aching need, clit swelling visibly. The thoughts came with a raving flush of hot arousal flooding between my thighs. I dashed into my room, my heavy breasts bouncing and jiggling wildly as I walked. My eyes flashed over the mess I had made trying to pick a befitting outfit for the club. I jumped over clutters, brushing smaller piles with my feet. Under the last drawer, I pulled out my toy cock—about 6 inches long, thick, black and artificially veiny like I loved it. My laptop came with me, pressed tightly under my arm.

she gasped, grinding her clit against him with every downward thrust. The fantasy was overwhelming. Here was his dream character , confident, seductive, dripping wet , riding him in real life. Alex flipped them so she was on her back, legs spread wide. He thrust deep in missionary, eyes locked on hers. The red contact lenses made it feel like he was truly fucking Zero Two. “I’m close,” he warned, pace becoming erratic. “Come inside me,” Lila moaned, wrapping her legs around him, heels digging into his back. “Fill your waifu with cum. Breed me.”

Two fingers slid through my folds and circled my swollen clit as I bit my lip hard. “Fuck…” I whispered, eyes fluttering shut. All I could see was them. Rylan’s dangerous grin. Rhys’s cold, calculating stare. The way they looked at me like I was already theirs. I pushed two fingers inside myself, pumping fast, imagining it was one of their thick cocks stretching me open. A soft moan escaped me. I rubbed my clit harder, legs shaking, chasing the orgasm I desperately needed. My small breasts heaved under the tight dress. I was so close already, shame and lust twisting together until I couldn’t tell which was stronger.