Crazy Fantasy Novels & Stories

Crazy Wife Gotta be brave! Barry!"I ran inside to hug him so close as more tears ran through my eyes wetting his cloth. No. Mum isn't right. I wouldn't leave Barry. I wouldn't get married again. I refused to be a ball passed around. I refuse to become useless I feel Barry's hand rubbing my back slowly soothing every pain I had. But I cried the more tightening the hug I gave him We might remain like this till God knows when!

“You are fucking soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet.” My fantasy of getting fucked over his table is now coming to reality, I whimpered as his fingers moved my panties and touched my pussy. He raised my skirt up to my waist with no hesitation, the cold air hit my wet panties making it extremely cold on my pussy. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on his cold glass desk, he removed my panties and shove my legs apart, wide and open, like a slut. His fingers traced the juice running down my thighs back to my pussy, rubbing my pussy and looking into my eyes. My skin tingled and breath hitched.

Craft pushed a button for the top floor, and I held my breath. Him caressing his thumb along mine should have felt soothing, but I was anything but calm. Fantasy Night. I kept picturing shirtless men walking around, flirting, and having an orgy or some other weird kinky shit that I was naïve to being a reality. Was Craft really into that crazy stuff? Guess I was going to find out.

"I only thought of showing my world to her and sharing the joy of being in fantasy together..." "Well, no one is to be blamed for being excited," Kith responded. "What we should do now is to prevent her from dreaming whenever she falls asleep. Bad dreams in Fantasy are anomalies that stick with the dreamer even in their wake. They will try to lure the innocent human into becoming their door because they want to enter Fantasy where they can be real. I mean the human mind is an open door to these bad anomalies plus their pure existence can create new things." Hue said nothing. His gaze was still fixed on his wife. He inhaled deeply.

But I guess it's my fate, I would be admitted into the university this year, and I guess meeting Mr grumpy would be fatal, the devil doesn't bargain anyway, it's a losing game, after all, a mafia won't have a use for me. Maybe my fairy god mother decided to make one of my silly wishes come through, and she chose the silliest, maybe this might be the hottest guy I ever set my eyes upon, he ends up being unreachable. I laid my back on the bed in defeat I can only imagine. My imagination has worked for me for ages now, i pictured a scene in my head, the perfect fifty shades scene, one of my R18 novels, taken from Kate's house, it disrupted my sexual fantasy, though I am stuck in my little house

My grip on the dark brown strands serves as an anchor, allowing me to hold him exactly where I want him as I take what I need. Control falls from him back into my hands, exactly where I like it, and I waste no time putting it to use. I guide him up and down over my dick as my hips snap forward with a fast, relentless pace. Pressure builds at the base of my spine, and I let myself become consumed by the need for the release. The ragged sound of my panting and the wet, sloppy noises Caspian makes while keeping up with what I'm feeding him bounce off the walls, serving as the soundtrack to a filthy fantasy I never knew I had.

Leonardo was thinking about returning to his family and finding out what was really happening as he couldn’t understand how a young hybrid can become insane unless he did find his mate and she died. The men were busy in the discussion when they heard an alarm, Crazy Doctor suddenly became alert when he realized it was his phone. “Someone broke into my home,” he quickly said and disappeared from the room. The men were still baffled how Crazy Doctor could appear and disappear from the campus anytime he wanted and it was impossible for them to do it. They had also noticed that over the past three years that Crazy Doctor seemed to be moving faster and seemed more intelligent than them. They wond

Catalina's POV "What are you doing?" Her head turned to look at me. She lay on her tummy on her king-size bed with half the duvet hanging at the edge of the bed. "The place is so boring. I thought I'd check out stuff online, anything to keep me from losing my mind." I rolled my eyes at her as she typed away on her laptop, her fingers running fast over the keys, pausing every few seconds before typing again. Her gaze stayed on the screen as she scrolled, probably checking online for dresses. She pulled at her hair in frustration, letting out a silent cry as her head dropped to her hands.

Cassie did not seem impressed or even comfortable by the question but she decided to act non-chalant. “Okay, I'll tell you this much.” She darted her eyes to the ground and took a large gulp on her drink. “I've always wanted to talk to you alone because I have an idea of what fantasies look like and I guess everyone in this company has their fantasies too. So, it wouldn’t be bad if I assume that Mr.Grey could be creating beautiful scenes in his mind with women and even those he hasn't approached before inclusive, hoping to spend a lifetime with all of them and all those kind of stuffs.” She sipped her drink again.

Nyra It took me two days—and way too much late-night scrolling—to find anything solid about Fantasies. Most of what I found online was vague, broken, or so cryptic it might as well have been written in Morse code. People online just kept repeating the same thing: It’s not for everyone. Which, of course, made me want it more. I was huddled in the break room, elbows on the table, completely absorbed in a thread called “What really happens at Fantasies,” when a voice cut through the silence.