Novel & Cerita Fantasies Fulfilled

I praise Him most of all for turning the evil situation that had been hell pressed to do worse than just simply kill me, into a life made so full with happiness that I could never have asked for as much as He had given to me. In truth, my life had become a fantasy. A dream come true. Glancing back into my mate’s eyes, I could see that the same was true for him. I was well and truly his fantasy.

The dual sensation, his fingers curling against my G-spot while his tongue worked my tightest hole leaving me trembling. “I want you to breed us both,” I gasped loud enough for him to hear, my voice husky and broken. “Pump us full like your virtuous little wife never lets you. Make us swell with your baby while she stays pure and clueless at home, cooking your dinner and folding your shirts.”

I’m a disgusting, filthy whore. For years, I’ve hidden the darkest fantasies that consume me every single night. Gangbangs. Being used by multiple men at once. Rough, degrading, cum-soaked, no-limits sex where I’m nothing but a set of warm holes for them to destroy. I dream about being passed around, choked, slapped, filled in every hole until cum is leaking from my pussy, ass, and mouth. I touch myself thinking about it constantly — three, four, five cocks at the same time, stretching me, using me, breeding me like a cheap slut.

Lips brushing against each other, I husked, making her gasp softly"So I was suggesting that we cuddle and take some proper rest tonight. Gather all your strength because you are going to need it when I start to have my way with you again" Anushka's breathe hitched at my words, her bottom lip sucked between her teeth as she looked at me in anticipation, raw desire written all over her face. I could bet she was imagining all the ways I was going to have her but then I suddenly realised that I didn't know any of her fantasies yet. I didn't know what my wife fantasized about. How she loved or wanted to have sex. I already knew all her pleasure spots but I didn't know to what length she could all

My hand moved faster, the sound of my slick strokes filling the air as my mind spiraled deeper into the fantasy of her—her body, her taste, her juicy pussy, her bouncy boobs, the way she would fall apart beneath me. "Fuck! You fucking… whore!” I groaned, every muscle in my body tensing as I finally let go, the image of her still vivid in my mind. I came in a hard wave, a loud growl escaping my throat as I imagined spilling all over her, marking her, making sure she knew exactly who she belonged to. I leaned against the desk, my body still trembling from the release, but the hunger remained. Even after all of that, I wanted more than the imagination. I wanted to make my fantasies a reality, b

And I was the perfect man to fulfil all her fantasies. As much as I wanted to take her, to fuck her in every imaginable way possible I wanted to have her scream for it. Not because I was an egoistic bastard but also because I wasn’t going to fûck her for the sake of my revenge. I wanted to fûck her because we both wanted it. I wanted her wide spread with every part of her bare to me, to do as I wanted to with. To mark her and hurt her, however I wanted. And take her to the heaven of pain she craved.

It was never about me. Now, I was free from their shackles and I was able to do what I wanted. It sounded shallow but at the moment, what I wanted was Maxim, and it didn’t matter in what form I had him. I had also touched myself that night, thinking of him and I was only able to cum when I imagined Maxim thrusting in and out of me at a fast pace. All my fantasies revolved around him and I was going to have him fulfill every last one of them.

But instead, my mind was filled with vivid images of our intimate moment, the sensations of his touch still fresh on my skin. I found myself fantasizing about what our future together would hold, imagining a life filled with love and happiness, without any pain or sorrow. The thought of being his mate, of being loved and accepted for who I truly am, filled me with a sense of joy and contentment although he had not done it yet.

"As much as I enjoyed the fantasy, I would never have wanted you fucking a stranger you met in a bar. I didn't know anyone else and I had no clue how to approach you with the idea until you sent me that email about the geek being your videographer. It all seemed too perfect." "Wow," Maryanne said quietly. I seconded that wow. Definitely a slut wife fetish but as long as I'm the sexual recipient, what the fuck do I care what he fantasizes about. "Time to come clean, what else do you fantasize about?" she asked him. Mark just looked at us without saying anything. "You never know, I might be fantasizing about the same thing," Maryanne prompted him. "Would you have ever thought that I would love

"What about the rest of you? Is it just your pussy that I own? What about your mouth? Can I demand blowjobs of you? What about your ass? May I fuck your ass?" "Just my pussy. The rest of me is mine. You might be able to persuade me to do certain things, but you can't demand them." I suddenly knew exactly what I was going to do. And it was going to be even hotter than the scene she had described. I was pretty sure I understood her fantasy, and it was going to be fun fulfilling it.