Fantasies Fulfilled Novels & Stories

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.

His cum shot across her ass and lower back, hot and thick, joining the mess already coating her thighs. The mirror flared bright. "Trial complete. Riley. Your fantasy is next." Riley stumbled backward, shaking her head frantically. "No. No, I don't…" But the images came anyway, flooding her mind. Her deepest fantasy: being worshipped. Licked. Devoured. Every inch of her body claimed by a woman's mouth, hands, tongue. She'd dreamed of soft curves pressed against hers, of fingers buried inside her, of tasting another woman's arousal on her lips.

I yearned for that moment, a time when he would unequivocally belong to me, a juncture with no path of retreat. A delicious ache pooled between my thighs, a fervent desire to consume him, to meld our beings into one, and to welcome him into me in every way. My body was a canvas for the vivid dreams of our shared tomorrow—a tomorrow filled with laughter, children, and a haven of family and love, things I had scarcely allowed myself to envision as my own. My very being seemed to throb with the richness of affection, yearning to exalt in all the blessings that accompanied love's embrace. As he continued his exploration of my body, each motion of his lips painted a promise, one that assured me o

I glance at him before continuing. “You have your own fantasies. You know how it feels. It is like a need for something you can’t get. You are physically unable to get it; it is a pleasure of its own, and to achieve it, you have to act out your fantasy, but that is the thing, fantasies don’t always happen. Sometimes we have to learn to live with the fact it won’t and only have the mind to tell us how amazingly hot and sexy they would be.” I am talking freely, relaxed, and feeling like I can open up to him. His smile gets bigger.