Written Sex Fantasy Novels & Stories

**HotFantasy88:** Fuck, Susan. That dildo is going to look incredible stretching your tight little pussy. Set up the new light and tripod. I want another private call. I’ll tip $800 this time if you ride it for me, wear the red set, and get really loud and nasty. Tell me how bad you need real cock while you fuck yourself.

“I love your cocks more than I should. Please—fuck me harder. Use me.” Damian made a broken sound from the corner, but they ignored him. The rotations got filthier. They started switching holes more aggressively—pussy to ass to mouth without pause. Lube made everything slippery and obscene. I lost track of who was where. All I knew was constant fullness, constant pleasure, constant dirty words whispered against my skin. “Such a perfect little breeding hole.” “Gonna fill every part of you until you’re leaking for days.” “Bet you never thought you’d be airtight on your wedding night, did you, Mrs. Romanov?”

I pressed my thighs together tighter under the desk, trying to ignore the growing throb between my legs. My nipples tightened against the lace of my bra, pressing noticeably against my blouse if the light hit just right. I hoped he wouldn’t notice. He continued, voice growing richer. “Degradation adds to the intensity. Calling her my filthy whore while she’s soaked and desperate. Pinning her down, yanking her hair, slamming into her from behind until she’s screaming. And breeding… the fantasy of pumping load after load into her unprotected pussy, filling her until she’s overflowing, imagining her swelling with my seed. Marking her as mine in the most primal way possible.”

"Insatiable." "Only for you." It was true, which terrified him. His sexual appetite had always been moderate, controlled. With Sienna, he felt like a man drowning. She turned in his arms, handing him a mug of coffee. "We need to talk about this," she said, but her hands were stroking his forearms, her eyes dark with want. "We can't just—"

“This is what gets that tight little cunt wet, Sophia? Writing about me doing this shit to you?” My face was on fire but my hips twitched forward on their own. “I… I didn’t mean for you to see it,” I breathed, voice all shaky. “But yeah… fuck, yes. Every story, every scene… it’s been you. I’ve been fantasizing about you for months while I write this nasty stuff.” I got bold suddenly, hoping he didn’t get angry. A low groan ripped out of his throat. “That’s my dirty girl.” His free hand slid up under my skirt without warning, rough fingers brushing over my soaked panties.

I whimpered, free hand pinching a nipple hard, twisting till it burned. My hips rolled, chasing the pressure building low in my belly. I added a third finger, scissoring them, imagining his girth splitting me. The coil snapped—orgasm crashing like a wave, pussy spasming, squirting clear fluid onto the sheets. I bit my pillow to muffle the scream, thighs quaking, aftershocks rippling as I licked my fingers clean, tasting my own tangy sweetness. Bloody hell, if he only knew.

My thighs pressed together on instinct, but it was already too late. A slick rush of wetness flooded my panties, hot and sudden, soaking the delicate lace until it clung to my swollen fold. My clit pulsed hard, as if his voice had whispered the command straight against my skin. God. I was dripping. Just from an email. Just from the knowledge that the most explicit thing I’d ever written...forty-three pages of raw, shameless fantasy...was now sitting in his inbox. I had submitted the wrong file. On Monday night I’d been running on cold coffee and three hours of sleep, watching a course submission portal count down the last two minutes before the deadline.

It can be as dark, kinky, taboo, or monstrous as you want. I’ll write it with the same unfiltered heat as this series. Here’s to 100 more… if you can handle them. Stay wet, stay wicked. Your author Blue

The mix of real heat and the sweet fantasy pushed me dangerously close as I reached around, rubbing Cressida’s clit roughly while I kept thrusting deep, my pace relentless. She came first…shuddering violently, her pussy spasming and gushing around my cock as she cried out loud enough to echo through the entire room while I buried myself as deep as I could and groaned, pumping thick spurts of cum inside her as my mind flashed with the image of filling Glinda instead. We collapsed together, Cressida panting and satisfied beneath me. I pulled out slowly, watching my cum leak down her thighs. Cressida rolled over, grinning lazily up at me, flushed and glowing. “Damn… that was intense. You were l

He kissed her back, his fingers ramming around her ass and he took his hands to her front, playing with her thick labia majora and lingering on it. “Spencer, I want you to finger her slowly, and whisper rubbish into her ears. Mandy you have to let the emotion consume you like it is real and you will moan slow, and spread your legs for him to be able to open your beautiful pussy up with his fingers.” My legs twitched as I said those words. Yes, I was the one who wrote this sex scene but the more I spoke about it and ordered the casts to do what I wrote, the hornier I got.