Written Sex Fantasy Novels & Stories

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

She was drenched, embarrassingly so, the kind of wet that made obscene sounds when she spread her folds and slid two fingers inside, then three, stretching herself the way she had earlier, imagining it was him, imagining that thick, hard length she had felt pressing against her pushing in slow and relentless, splitting her open, filling the ache that had become her constant companion. She rolled onto her back, knees falling wide, hips lifting off the bed as she fucked herself deeper, palm grinding against her clit with every thrust of her fingers. Her other hand kneaded her breast roughly, pinching the nipple hard enough to make her cry out into the pillow. She pictured his tattooed forearms

Readers should be aware of explicit sexual content, themes of power imbalance, graphic depictions of BDSM, intense physical and psychological humiliation, non-consensual undertones in a fantasy context, extreme kink practices including fisting, cock torture, edging, sounding, electro-stimulation, watersports, and double penetration, strong language, potential triggers related to authority figures, public exposure scenarios, and emotional distress, as well as the presence of dark, taboo elements that may not suit all audiences. Part 1

It was the end of the day on Friday, and she didn't want me to email them as she shared the iPad with her husband. That weekend my wife was sick, so I had a lot of free time to work on a story for her after I put my kids to bed. It all seemed wrong, but I couldn't help myself. Jenny was intoxicating. Her personality, kindness, and looks. She was so attractive and working together we were talkie and more. I felt she would marry the woman if standings and cheated on my wife. The story was easy to write as it was just the fantasy I had between her and me! I wrote the story, re-read it, modified it, and finally was ready to share it. Reading the story myself was so hard as it was exactly what I

“My name is Sapphire and I’m here from Fantasies.” The muscles in Felix’s body visibly relaxed. Fantasies was an elite at home prostitute service. Their website allowed for patrons to pick any girl with whatever body specifications, kinks, accents, accessories or outfits the men desired. Fantasies ensured that all of their girls were devoid of STDs and had contraceptives so that men who wanted to enjoy the pleasure of sex without the pressure of condoms could be free to do so.

“Meeting the eyes of a handsome stranger in a bar full of people, he crosses the room, grabs me by the hand, and pulls me into the restroom. Before I can blink, we’re making out, hot and heavy. His hands are all over me, under my shirt, down my jeans. Circling my nipples, then pinching just hard enough to make me gasp, and slipping a thick finger into my soaking pussy at the same time. I can’t even see him, but I can feel his thick, fat cock rubbing all over my ass, teasing between my cheeks, before he finally thrusts deep inside me and starts to fuck me, hard and fast. . .” I swallow hard. I can feel my panties soaked already and I’m only on the first damn question. Shit. I am not even this

she said, throwing her head back in embarrassment. I chuckled. "Bad move, but can I read it? Do you write your fantasies in there? Did you write something about me that exploded the volcano in her?" "Hmmm... yeah. I wrote something about someone's head between someone's legs. The good thing was that I wrote it as if it hadn't happened yet." "Wow. That's so sexy. At least I know I rule your fantasies, and you have pictures of us naked in your head." "I've only pictured you naked. I've never seen you naked before, and you know every inch of my body. Don't you think that's unfair?"

Make her feel every vein, every thick ridge stretching her open. Elena whimpered, plunging two fingers deep inside herself. She fucked herself with them, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. Her other hand pinched and tugged her nipples. The fantasy consumed her—Victor’s big body covering hers, his stubble scraping her neck, his low growl in her ear: This pussy has always belonged to me. She added a third finger, stretching herself, curling them against that spot that made her vision spark. Her hips bucked wildly. The necklace bounced between her breasts with every thrust of her hand. Closer… so close…

Heat flooded between my thighs, soaking my thong. “I thought you were just infatuated,” he continued. “I thought you’d get over it. Until that night…” My breathing increased, my chest rose and fell fast. I bit my lips and took another step towards him. “Did you touch yourself while reading it?” I whispered boldly. “Did you stroke your cock thinking about all the nasty shit I wrote… about wanting your big hands squeezing my tits, gripping my hips, pinning me down while you fucked my virgin pussy?” Gavin’s eyes darkened dangerously. His breathing grew heavier.

Tyler leaned back in his chair, legs spread wide. “Good girl. Tell us one fantasy you’ve never told your husband. Something dirty that gets that married pussy wet when you’re alone.” I laughed a little, shifting on the couch, feeling the damp spot growing in my panties. My mind raced back to nights touching myself thinking about rough hands and filthy words. “Okay, truth. Sometimes I imagine getting fucked by more than one guy at once. Not gentle. Hard, pinning me down, taking turns until I’m shaking and dripping everywhere. Jake would freak if he knew I thought about shit like that.”