Dirty Imagines Novels & Stories

I slipped my hand underneath my nightdress and closed my eyes when my finger found my clit. I was aroused, so I imagined he was here standing in my bedroom. I popped two fingers into my mouth, imagining they were his long fingers. I pumped them in and out slowly, then increased the pace. “Open for me, princess…” I heard that deep baritone voice in my head, with that damned accent. He could tell me anything in that voice and I’d do it without a second thought. I bit my lip and opened my mouth even wider, my other hand slipping between my slick folds. I was soaking wet and he wasn’t even here; he hadn’t even touched me… yet.

"You shall burn away all accrued cynicism and earthly dross on your path to absolute immolation this eve..." "Just who the f**CK is this crazy guy?"

♪♪ Demons • by Imagine Dragons ✿✿✿⁠ LILAH These nightmares would never stop chasing after me. They're too vicious and glutinous to leave me alone. Every night whenever I fix my eyes close, I see demons chasing after me. They'd laugh at me because I'm so pathetic and unwieldy. I scream at them again and again that I'm not but they'd keep making fun of me. Sometimes I question myself, what I did to deserve this abhorrent life. I could've lived like other kids out there. I could've gotten very loving and careful parents who would nourish and protect us. But we got monsters.

I already imaged his dark naked picture. This minute, I craved for everything all at once; physical touch and physical intimacy. ****** To Be Continued

I feel like I’m back on the Ether – as if my altered consciousness is bending reality to ensnare my senses. “I’m fantasizing about how you’re going to kill Damon.” I confess, breathing in his wonderful scent as grisly images fill my mind. I share the pictures with Sinclair through our bond, hoping to inspire him. Decapitation, disembowelment, beating him bloody with his own dumb leg… or maybe you could tie him up and sick some rogues on him.

“She slapped me in front of the most important dignitaries and yet I did not even revert? What the fuck is wrong with me.” He closed his eyes yet thinking about the girl. Her Hazel eyes, long blonde hair… that perfect figure… the man got an instant erection and he took deep breaths looking at his manhood. “God! I want her so bad! I have never been so attracted to anyone. I have always achieved what I have wanted and this time my new obsession is you.” He started to shake his erection to and fro as he closed his eyes imagining making love to the girl. He fantasised about her breasts and imagined her naked body. “Ohh! So gorgeous! If your face is so pretty, how pretty will her boobs be? Ohhh!”

an idea on what to do just came. I imagine Zendaya rubbing my bare muscular chest; yeah don’t ask me how they’re muscular please, cos I myself don’t know, my second brain be like it a hungry packs not six packs, so that’s the answer. Slowly for real it start standing, I imagine Victoria holding tightly the hard cock while Zendaya slowly kiss my lips. Stupid and gross right? Victoria slowly swallow my dick gently, snapping back to reality, I change Victoria and Zendaya faces to cake, I smile as I grab the cake myself and start fucking it, my imagination went wild after series of moans continuously leave my mouth. I moan so hard I forgot how it felt to cum, the thing build up in me as I splutt

Ajibade asked. Mr. Sam looked towards my direction with sympathy. "There is nothing to be scared of sir. Just the us what we need to know." "The fact is, Ai hallucinate due to the effect of the drug in her. She has her experience differently which causes her a nightmare." "Okay, go on." Mr. Ajibade said. "Her hallucinations is never an imagination of rape mind you. But her nightmare is base on her experience that she was raped by him. That never stop haunting her as it has become an unforgettable memory of her. I am treating her on both side. Her hallucinations and her nightmares."

"Don't worry. As long as I bring up the past every now and then, that fool will be completely wrapped around my finger. How could he possibly remember Giselle's sacrifices?" Maryanne suddenly snatched my phone from my hand and smashed it to the ground. The room fell into dead silence. "Ambrose, I don't know how she did it, but I never said anything like that. You have to believe me! I know what's going on—this is AI face-swapping! That bitch swapped my face onto someone else to turn you against me!" She clung to Ambrose's sleeve desperately, terror written all over her face. Ambrose's face was ashen as he pried her hands off him.

It was too thick and long. I started having imaginations of him screwing me and stretching my pussy. Also him going all in and making me feel his dick in my stomach. My panties got wet as I imagined. I bit my lip and held my boobs, and the thoughts ran out of my head when I remembered he was my mom’s husband and is supposed to be my stepfather. I didn’t mean to see that, will he tell my mom? Everything is feeling awkward, I wished I didn’t hear that sound.