Fantasies Fulfilled Novels & Stories

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.

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.

i said "when do you ever use that word 'girlfriend'?"she asked "just now"i said "okay look am tired so tell Adam to drive us to were you want us to go"she said and I sighed "I want it to be only us, girlfriend "I said "okay, stop the girlfriend stuff it's making me feel weird "she said "sorry"i said "ooh, I can't wait to turn 18, I really need a car"she said and I rolled my eyes and hailed a cab

My boyfriend is a piece of shit for cheating on me, I was so loyal to him, turned down a lot of guys for him. I have been sex-starved for a month now, even before I broke up with him. I touched myself a lot after the break up, but couldn’t still get that satisfaction I longed for. So I got myself a couple of sex toys, they were fast at making me hit orgasm, and making me cum. There wasn’t that intense pleasure you would get from a man, the touches, the gaze, and the voice. Even the moans from the man, how he gives you care and all of that. “I am cooked” I cried out, lying on my bed alone in my bedroom.

Dylan and Noah have been a set of protective best friend and brother who made sure that I was saved from all the wolfy eyes. They never let me have a boyfriend before. Noah had told me earlier that I would be free to live my life happily as per my rules and wishes after turning into an adult. I was to be free to do anything I wanted to do after my eighteenth birthday but alas, before I could make my list of skills and talents for my boyfriend, I collided with this superb obsessive bully! He killed all my raw desires towards my boyfriend of my dreams and filled my brains with one and only warning, 'You are mine. Nobody gets to touch you except me!' And astonishingly, Noah was okay with his po

On his own, my hands were clutching at his shoulders. Whenever he approaches me so closely, my senses have been entirely zapped. I've entirely lost track of what's right and what's wrong. My lust overpowers me as soon as I get close to him. And all that's left are my unfulfilled desires, which only he can satisfy.

Elizabeth's fingertips trace the contours of her body, igniting every nerve ending with delicate strokes. Immersed in her newfound liberation, Elizabeth surrenders to the intoxicating fantasies that dance within her mind. She allows her imagination to weave a tapestry of desire, envisioning the touch and presence of the one who ignited this newfound flame. Each touch, each whisper, becomes a vivid reality in her mind's eye.