Fantasies Fulfilled Novels & Stories

“Because, all of the things you tweeted, retweeted, liked, all of that, has been my fantasy as well.” “You want to sleep with a black man?” my voice comes out small, He rolls his eyes, “No genius, I want to be the black man you sleep with. Our fantasies are the same, our kinks are exactly the same, and I want to experience them with you.”

The words slipped out before she could stop herself. She saw the irritation flicker across Phillian’s face, the way his jaw tensed. He was about to say something when she quickly added, "Whenever I thought of you, desire consumed me. I would reach my climax by imagining you. It sounds wrong, but without those fantasies, I would never have felt satisfaction with him. It was you in my mind..." She gasped as Phillian’s hands gripped her hips even harder, sending a wave of pleasure through her instead of pain.

It was about fulfilling our fantasies. I rose up and grabbed her legs as I fucked her. Diana covered her face with her hands. I watched her big titties bounce vigorously. As a teenager I had dreamed of seeing them, touching them, kissing and sucking on them. Now they were right here for me to use... or abuse. I held her by the ankles and forced her legs far apart. She cried out and reached for me. I looked down and watched my cock stroking in and out of her wet pussy. I had an urge, I leaned forward and grabbed her by the throat, pretending to choke. She held my wrists and whimpered. I pounded her pussy harder and faster. Diana was really into the fantasy, she made gagging and choking sounds

Oh, the woman was making me crazy, pushing me beyond all reason as I thought about the many different ways I was going to make her come. I stepped away, reached down, and picked her up, carrying her to my bedroom so I could fulfill all the fantasies that had been running through my mind all night long. The only way I could get over this thing I had for her was to completely gorge myself on her body until I no longer wanted her.

My memory soon hit me and I asked, "Mom, do you have any fantasies that you would like to do? We've done several of mine, but what about what you want?" Mom smiled at me, as she listened to my question. My inquiry filled her with joy and love, as I showed her that I wanted to fulfill her desires and not just my own. She finally answered, "Oh, my love, we have fulfilled several of my fantasies already. I always wanted to fuck and dominate a school girl, I have spent numerous nights dreaming of us together, and I had always wanted to dominate a young sexy teenager. So you see, you are my ultimate fantasy, my love."

I almost laughed, but I bit it back, Instead, I leaned even closer, my lips nearly brushing the screen. "But Father, it's so hard. These fantasies... they get worse every time. I dream about him pinning me down, fucking me hard and wild, his dick slamming into my womb, like he can't control himself. I want him to grab my throat, to slap my ass while he pounds into me from behind. I wake up wet, my pussy throbbing, and I have to finger myself just to get through the day, but the thought of wanting him even while fingering myself is something I don't know how to explain"

“And you wanted me to notice.” “Yes.” He hooked his fingers into her thong and dragged it down her thighs, letting it pool at her ankles. Cool air hit her soaked pussy. He groaned softly. “Look at you. Dripping down your legs already.” One thick finger traced her seam, gathering wetness, then pushed inside without warning. She moaned, pushing back. He added a second finger, pumping slow and deep, curling to hit that spot that made her knees buckle. “You’ve been fantasizing about this, haven’t you?” he said against her ear, leaning over her. “About me bending you over my desk and fucking you raw while the campus walks by outside.”

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. 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.

"That's my good girl. Always ready for more." I fell asleep between them, filled with deep satisfaction and already looking forward eagerly to next time. Some fantasies, once fulfilled, become necessities you can't live without. This one definitely had become exactly that for me.

This unexpected encounter had awakened a side of him that he never knew existed, fueling his darkest fantasies and leaving him yearning for more. Aiden observed the scene before him, captivated by the sight of the beautiful woman getting fucked by the two brothers. His imagination sparked, and he found himself drawn into the fantasy, yearning to be the one pleasuring her. He envisioned himself intimately entwined with her, his desire intensifying as he imagined his own hands caressing her delicate features, exploring her tender lips, and savoring her. He wished it was his cock that fucking her little mouth, tight pussy and asshole.