روايات وقصص ضمن Written Sex Fantasy

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.

My breathing grew ragged, soft moans slipping out despite my efforts to stay quiet. “Daxxx…” I whispered his name like a sin, imagining his golden eyes staring down at me, his thick cock stretching me open instead of my own fingers. “Fuck… Dax…” The fantasy took over, his deep voice growling filthy promises against my ear, his large hands pinning my wrists above my head, his knot locking inside me while he filled me again and again until I was dripping with him. My fingers moved faster, harder, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter until it snapped.

My professors, Wyatt and Bryce. With a heavy sigh, I rolled over and grabbed my other journal from the nightstand. The leather cover felt cool in my hands asI flipped it open to a fresh page and picked up my pen. My mind raced with images of them. I wished it was Wyatt pinning me down, his strong body crushing mine as he rammed into me hard. And Bryce watching, his eyes dark with lust, controlling every move. I started to write, pouring out the fantasy like it was real. The words flowed fast, dirty and raw, just like the ache in my body. I started to write.

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.

That was our thing now, letting the notebook do the talking, letting the heat build without spelling it out. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it, the way he had teased me for what felt like hours, his mouth relentless until I was a begging mess. I’d cum so hard I’d seen stars behind the blindfold, and then again when he fucked me from behind, slow and deep like he was claiming every inch. God, it had been good, so good that I wanted more already. I wrote my next fantasy that afternoon while he was at the gym. Sat at the kitchen counter with the notebook open, pen hovering for a minute before I let it flow.

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.