Written Sex Fantasy Novels & Stories

—the memory of it left my pussy clenching, releasing juices like a mess. A soft moan slipped out of me, my fingers moving faster, pressing harder. Needier. The pleasure flared, hot and sharp, spreading through every nerve. “Words, Little Wolf… we need words.” Jax. Fuck. I let myself sink into it—into the memory, into the fantasy. Their hands all over me. Touching. Teasing. Fucking ruining me. My breath hitched as I slid my fingers lower, parting myself. Wetness coated them, thick, dripping, trailing down.

I slipped my hand inside my panties and touched myself directly, gasping at how wet and slippery I had become. I imagined him pushing me gently against his desk, lifting my skirt, and sliding his hand between my legs. In my fantasy, his fingers were veiny and muscular as they explored me, rubbing my clit and then pushing slowly inside me. “Oh…” I whispered, my hips rocking against my own hand. I pushed one finger inside myself, then two, pumping them slowly while my thumb continued rubbing my clit. The fantasy became more vivid. I saw Mr. Blackwood unbuckling his belt, pulling out his thick cock, and rubbing the head against my virgin entrance.

I dipped one finger in, slow, circling my entrance, gathering the wetness. Steve’s tongue, God, his tongue. Flat and relentless, lapping from bottom to top, flicking my clit until my hips bucked. I mimicked it now, sliding my finger up to that sensitive nub, rubbing in slow, firm circles. Pleasure sparked, low and building, my breath hitching. Josh entered the fantasy then. Tall, scarred, his big hands cupping my breasts, thumbs rolling my nipples until they peaked hard. I used my free hand to push my blouse open, bra unclasped with a quick flick.

Rumors were he had over 200 women. I had an active sex life with my husband, and he liked my fantasies as they turned us both on, but I never told him about “Asher” being in them. The fantasies were always about strangers or movie stars. My husband would return from weekend retreats and would tell me all about Asher’s latest conquest, and it turned us both on. I also worked as a paid secretary for the same organization and one weekend my husband told me Asher had arranged free office space at his college for our local office.

They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

He rubbed the oil a whole lot of times on his length till it was glistening and throbbing. He grabbed my ass, setting it in position as he spanked it once more. He slowly drove inside my ass as I held the back seat tightly. He's so big and long and had my eyes rolling in the back the moment he entered me. He groaned slowly,I could hear the faint sounds of the car engine rolling making this more enticing. My fantasy about sex is definitely coming through. He paused when he had everything inside me,my walls were already tearing and so was my eyes.

The knot kept every drop inside, sealing them together while he continued to grind, forcing her through aftershocks that left her sobbing with pleasure. I can’t type anymore. My hand leaves the keyboard to grip the edge of the desk. I fuck myself hard with three fingers, thumb flying over my clit. The fantasy and reality bleed together—me on the page, me here, filled and rutted and owned. “Oh god…” The words slip out, voice husky and unfamiliar. My thighs tremble. The pressure builds, higher, tighter, until it snaps.

I’d bought it on a trip to Paris two years ago and never used it. I sat on the edge of our bed, pen in hand, and wrote the first thing that came to mind. Fantasy #1 I want you to fuck me on your desk after work hours. Door locked. City lights on. Security cameras rolling. I want to feel like the dirty little secret you can’t resist anymore. Make me cum so hard I forget my own name, then make me say yours anyway. I stared at the words for a long minute, heat pooling low in my belly just from writing them. My pulse was racing like I’d already done it.

for sex, for him, for them. Hayden knew her too well, knew the power erotic words had over her, how they unraveled her control until she was trembling and soaked, teetering on the edge before he even touched her. Dirty talk had always been an important part of their sex lives and affected each of them very strongly. Now Hayden wouldn’t let her come until she’d tell him how sexy Jared’s and Beck’s bodies had looked when she’d watched them in the pool room, he made her describe in detail how they had made her feel as she watched them making love. He also made her create hot, detailed sexual fantasies that included Beck and Jared.

" Destiny shook her hand and introduced herself as well. Jewel giggled nervously and said, 'Honesty I'm not sure where to begin. I guess I'll just start with a bit of my history. I work at a very busy and demanding job. I don't have much of a social life. When I do go out though I like to have sex. Just being honest so please don't judge me. I love my work, but all the stress gets to me through the week so on the weekends when I can find someone, I will more often than not take advantage of the opportunity. Sex relaxes me like nothing else especially good sex. Unfortunately, I've hit a dry spell lately. The few sexual partners I've had have been way too quick and then out they go. I must fin