Novel & Cerita Wrestling Fanfics

His voice cuts out and almost squeaks. My insides twist oddly. They've been doing that a lot lately, especially when I'm near Camden. "No, do you?" His pimpled cheeks flush. "No." Turning the page there's a picture of a guy in nothing but fighter shorts and boxing gloves holding a half-naked girl. They're kissing, like really kissing. Something tingles in my abdomen, and I shift uncomfortable. Peering under my lashes at Camden, he smiles as he looks over the page. "What will your fancy wife think of you doing MMA?" I taunt, trying to break the awkward silence.

Leave a comment and we can work out how to get in touch with each other. 5. If you're interested in some insights into the characters and story or just wanna chat, you can find me on I*******m under the the handle "owlonmywrist." 6. You guys are amazing and I am so thankful for each and every one of you. Thank you for reading my story, for all of your feedback, and for enjoying my little fantasy world. As Dev would say, be prepared for shit to hit the fan. XOXO ~ Owlonmywrist

Something has changed. I don’t know how or really even when exactly, but writing and reading my fanfic isn’t doing it for me anymore. It used to be everything, all I needed, what I lived for, and obsessed over in my limited free time but now it’s not enough. I read the words, and expect to get hot and bothered and ready to touch myself as usual, and the need just isn’t there. It’s not that it doesn’t turn me on, it’s just not as exciting. What I’m now obsessed with is having Bryce and Wyatt in real life.

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

Victor pounding deep and hard, hips snapping, balls slapping against her ass. Jade grinding down on Lila’s mouth, fingers pinching her own nipples, moaning loud and shameless. The mirrors reflected everything—Lila bound and writhing, Victor’s muscles flexing with every thrust, Jade riding her face with abandon. Lila came first—muffled screams against Jade’s pussy, body arching off the bed as she clenched around Victor’s cock. Jade followed seconds later, flooding Lila’s mouth with her release, thighs trembling. Victor pulled out, flipped Lila onto her stomach, and entered her again from behind—deeper this angle, brutal. One hand fisted in her hair, the other reaching under to rub her oversen

Jake said He snapped his finger close to my face and disturbed me and my thoughts. Doofus! "What now"...I said "You kept staring at the door, that I thought you were talking to a ghost" ...he said "That's why I call you doofus".. I said "And that's why I call you dweeb".. He said and I rolled my eyes "Whatever".. I said "Or don't tell me that you're crushing on Dave".. He laughed "No, stop getting on my nerves doofus"... I said "Female fag"... He said and we laughed

Fuck You and All of Your Bullshits (Clarabelle Summers & Dean Westminster) 5. In Bed With The Wrong Brother (Draven Summers & Hélène) 6. Sir, I Think The Chef is Cooking Naked (Maxon Summers) 7. Once Upon A Lap Dance (Ros Summers’ story) 8. Tempted by The Devil ( Reed & Liesl ) 9. Taming The Wild Artist ( Piers & Skylar ) 10. Not So Plain Jane ( Steven Summers & Jane Austin ) 11. Resisting The Irresistible (Autumn Summers’ story)

with articles and photos of themselves. In one area was a Fantasy posting board. It had pages of computer paper stuck up there in several categories. Each page had a brief— or sometimes really detailed fantasy— and then a person’s name at the bottom. Most of them had either a photo or a phone number as well. It was obvious that if you read a fantasy that really turned you on, these folks were inviting you to drop them a line— perhaps to enact that same fantasy. There were several that only increased the hardness of my cock that was straining against my shorts. And Carrie wasn’t helping matters at all with her bust pressed against my back. She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and

"And we had sex again?" "We all did. It was some kind of weird party and you had invited me there somehow. You were wearing that dress I picked for you yesterday. We both screwed Lucy and she liked it. It was the wildest thing I've ever done, and it wasn't quite a dream. What have you got me into?"

I almost laughed, but I bit it back, Instead, I leaned even closer, my lips nearly brushing the screen. "But Father, it's so hard. These fantasies... they get worse every time. I dream about him pinning me down, fucking me hard and wild, his dick slamming into my womb, like he can't control himself. I want him to grab my throat, to slap my ass while he pounds into me from behind. I wake up wet, my pussy throbbing, and I have to finger myself just to get through the day, but the thought of wanting him even while fingering myself is something I don't know how to explain"