Dirty Imagines Novels & Stories

Sitting before my make up mirror surrounded using numerous alluring cosmetics,some even unfamiliar and wierd before me,I result working firstly on my facial appearance, applyly my daily routine facial lotion before focusing on general body. Sliding ajar my wardrobe after mosturizing my skin,I settle for a light brown coloured singlet alongside a black coloured bogus jogger. "Hmmmm,home sweet home, nothing feels better than home" I mumble, crashing weakly against my soft comfy bed, drowning deeper into it's relaxing and pleasurable texture and nature. Slightly shutting my eyes,undesired hot sexy clips and images relating Damien gradually surf through my head,his heart warming and melting smil

I sigh defensively pulling my hair trying to find out a way to get Théo and get out of place I enter the bathroom and I already find a running bath in the bathtub. I stare at myself, in the mirror. I have dark circles around my eyes. Dry blood on my lips since they are chapped, a couple of dirt stains on my face. My hair is all dull and all over the place. I look terrible. I pull off my dirty shirt followed by my pants. I'm now left in my pink lace bra and matching underwear. I see a couple of bruises on my stomach, arms, and thighs.

“It’s not poison. I just thought it would clarify a few things.” Damien hands it to me. Inside is a picture of my father with a woman that isn’t my mother. Briefly, images of my parents and their blood coated bodies flicker before my eyes. Their screams of pain fills my ears. Like a burst of energy, I feel the darkness flood through me.

I'm so fucking horny and there is no one to call! As I lie in bed replaying the evening, my cock throbs as I recall how nice Jasmine felt crushed against me, while I watched Jimmy and Amber fucking on the bench. In my mind I replace Jimmy and Amber with Jasmine and I. Her naked body is perfect and I start stroking my fully erect cock, as I imagine my tongue snaking in and out of her juicy pussy. I picture her as a teenage version of Cyn, with smooth brown thighs and thin black pussy lips surrounded by tightly curled black hair. Unlike Amber, the round curves of her tits don't disappear when she's lying down and I stroke my cock faster when I think about sucking on her black, pencil-thin nipp

And an unseen audience was laughing. "What's funny?" I asked, opening my eyes. "Everything," Fake Damian chuckled. The sound was looped. "Life is a comedy, Leo. Tragedy is for people who fight." I looked at Fake Mom. She was still smiling. But her eyes weren't blinking. "You aren't real," I said, pulling away. "Does it matter?" she asked. "Is the pain real? Is the cold real? This is better." "It's static," I said. I looked at the pizza. I picked up a slice. It looked perfect. But when I squeezed it, grease didn't drip. Pixels did. Square, red pixels leaked onto my hand. "You got the resolution wrong," I said to the ceiling. "Pizza is messy." I crushed the slice. It dissolved into red light.

It makes me cringe visibly and have the urge to bleach my brain. Scanning through so many pretty gross scenes that involve not just Eve in a flicker of a second, but seeing and knowing what each visual replay is, because that’s part of my gift. It's like I absorb them, even in a fleeting moment, to know exactly what they are. Images so fast they seem almost like a blur, but once they have flown past my sight, I know what they contain and what happened. I can recall them in full. I’ve heard that imprinting on a mate has the same effect, and you receive a lifetime of their memories in a fleeting second.

images filled my mind. Sharp. Violent. Fast. I gasped. My grip tightened around the baby. Damon grabbed my arm. “Aria!” The images kept coming. Blood. Fire. Wolves fighting wolves. Claws tearing through flesh. I could hear the sounds. Roars. Screams. The ground covered in red. I shook my head hard. “Stop.” The images vanished. My breathing came out uneven. Damon’s voice dropped with fear. “What did you see?” I struggled to find words.

He frowned. Mya scratched her head, unable to figure out what the reason was. Suddenly, Adrian smiled. "I know where the lake is." "Where?" Mya asked with a surprised look. He explained, “This image is vague because the lake doesn't exist in the real world. It's in an illusion. The Uduma Desert is an illusion caused by Enigma City, and we don't know how it came to be."

When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur. My mind flits back to how he found my diary that night. What would have happened if he never found out what was written in it? Would we be exactly as we were in the past, lusting for each other from afar? Not every attraction should be acted on. The next time I fantasize about someone I shouldn’t, I will remember this. _____

She asked while searching through the web and biting her lower lip at the suggestive images. She will have a reaction first before he does! "How about a scientist bending over the examination table as a zombie fucks her from behind?" He suggested sarcastically, shooting Georgia a glare and her face scrunched up. She shivered at the image but not in disgust. Her stupid mind imagined him doing just that. He was pounding her from behind and she was screaming her lungs out. She imagined what he would feel like inside her. Would he be big? Is his cock curved, long or thick?