Novel & Cerita Written Sex Fantasy

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.

“And you wanted me to notice.” “Yes.” He hooked his fingers into her thong and dragged it down her thighs, letting it pool at her ankles. Cool air hit her soaked pussy. He groaned softly. “Look at you. Dripping down your legs already.” One thick finger traced her seam, gathering wetness, then pushed inside without warning. She moaned, pushing back. He added a second finger, pumping slow and deep, curling to hit that spot that made her knees buckle. “You’ve been fantasizing about this, haven’t you?” he said against her ear, leaning over her. “About me bending you over my desk and fucking you raw while the campus walks by outside.”

He said he was going to kill me after fucking me. My mind grew lighter, my thoughts became hazier, and I almost didn’t notice the way his body shifted. Moving away from mine.He removed his hand and backed away.It took me a few seconds to realize that he wasn’t standing on top of me anymore. And then I felt his touch on the insides of my legs.“Tell me, puppy, why do you sleep naked?” His voice was gentle, and so was his touch.“Because it makes your sleep better.”A spank landed on my thigh.“And is good for your skin,” I continued.Spank hit the other one as well.“Now, puppy, tell me again.” He took a break. “But this time without lying.”I grinned. If he wasn’t a fucking killer, we would’ve gott

I couldn’t breathe. I kept turning pages with shaking hands. Fantasy #8: After Class Empty classroom. Me calling her to the desk. Telling her I had been fighting this for months. Then bending her over the podium, yanking her panties down, spreading her with my thumbs, and sliding into her from behind while she gripped the edge and moaned my name. Fucking her raw, one hand fisted in her hair, the other rubbing her clit until she squirted on my cock. Fantasy #9: Office Hours

With the little information she had on Niall Winchester, he was a known playboy and this marriage had to be a plot to trap him. The thought made her thighs tremble. Her body reacted instantly, pussy clenching tight around the silicone shaft still lodged inside her. “Ohhh, fuck…” she moaned, grabbing the dildo and pumping it in and out with a wet squelch. Her head rolled back against the pillows, eyes fluttering. “Mmm… oh yes… this just got so much better.” Her free hand roamed over her naked body, squeezing one breast hard, twisting her nipple until she gasped. Her hips bucked up off the bed, desperate for more friction.

She could feel his heat radiating against her backside, his cock sliding between her cheeks in a slow, agonizing tease. Iris moved to the side, her body brushing Cathy’s as she leaned down. Her breasts hung close to Cathy’s face, the nipples dark and stiff. Cathy leaned in, taking one into her mouth and sucking hard, her tongue swirling around the tip. Iris let out a broken moan, her fingers finding Cathy’s wetness and circling her clit with a dizzying speed. "Fuck, you’re slimy," Iris murmured, her voice shaking.

He mustered all his courage to retort, “My cock is not tiny.” #steamy #forbidenromance #alphafemale #seduction #omega #primaldesire #hardcore #agegap #olderwomanxyoungerman #surrender Always read tags. So you can skip if the themes are not to your taste. *** Maya groans softly. She rubs her thighs together as she stares at the full moon from her luxurious bed.

“And I love romance. I love it all. What a hybrid.” “I’ll quite willingly write filth for you, if you’d like that,” I told her, my heat taking hold. “I’ll write about all the seedy disgusting games I’d like to play with you, handing them over as an instruction manual when you walk in through the door. How about that? Here’s the chapter for the day, sweetheart. Spread your legs so I can stretch your tight little cunt wide and take photos of you gagged like a whore, here’s the screen play.”

Every second within Sofia was like magic. My rhythm picked up in a sudden huff. Our bodies were woven tightly together in the midst of torrid, heated, sweaty sex. We pushed deeply into the soft mattress, springs gently squeaking under our combined weight. I moaned deeply in a lustful daze, sweating from head to toe, relentlessly punching my hips into her own while she happily writhed in heavenly bliss beneath me. The hot, swollen head of my shaft vigorously spearheading through her white-hot heaven, both of us lost in the intense heat and the unreal pleasure.

He smacked her again and shook his head. “So now I have this fantasy where we have fast and furious sex. Then I savor you for…..okay maybe an hour. And then we have fast, furious sex again. Then you get on top and have your wicked way with me. And then you get on your hands and knees…..” Wendy put her hand over his mouth and burst out laughing. “Okay, okay, I get the picture. You’re an insatiable, horny male.” She said “Only for you,” he said seriously. “You seem to regularly star in my most-vivid fantasies. I could probably be arrested for some of them. They might not be legal in all states.”