Fantasies Fulfilled Novels & Stories

Alex’s cum was still leaking slowly from Lila’s well-fucked pussy onto the soft cushion beneath them. The air was peaceful, the distant sound of waves mixing with their slowing breaths. Lila lifted her head, looking at her husband with shy but excited eyes. Her cheeks were still flushed from her last orgasm. “I can’t stop thinking about it,” she whispered, her voice husky. “The other fantasy I told you about… two guys. You and another man. Both of you inside me at the same time. I want to feel completely full. Stretched. Used. Owned.”

"You're insane, but I love it." More rooms, more positions. On the plush rug, sixty-nine, mutual pleasure with mouths and hands. His groans vibrated against me as I swallowed him down. "Fuck, your throat... don't stop." Climax hit simultaneously. Exhaustion didn't slow us. The hot tub on the deck brought buoyant sex, water splashing as we rocked together. Conversations turned to commitment, dreams blending. Throughout the night and into the next day, we lived every fantasy. Role play elements slipped in—he as the conquering mogul, me the captured influencer. Dirty commands and praises mixed with genuine affection.

He looked down at me, his eyes dark with a desire that felt more like possession than love. "Say it," he commanded, his voice vibrating against my lips. "I'm yours," I gasped, my heart hammering like a trapped bird. "Always," he whispered, before the world dissolved into the frantic, heated reality of his touch. He took me with a focused intensity, his movements rhythmic and demanding, driving every thought of the South Side from my mind until there was nothing left but the sound of our breathing and the heat of our skin. In those moments, I truly believed I was his wife. I believed the "romance" was real.

she says, almost dreamily, "then, what after that?" "After you've erupted in an explosive orgasm? Is that the after that you're referring to?" I smile. "Yeah, I like the sound of that. After the explosive orgasm," she whispers. "Then nothing. My fantasy stops," I tell her. "It stops because then it's no longer a fantasy. It either becomes a dream or a nightmare, Cyn, and I can't predict which it'll be." I take her hand in mine, move my face inches from hers, and look deeply into her brown eyes. "In the dream version, we make mad passionate love for the rest of the afternoon, until we're both fulfilled to the point of exhaustion. We live happily ever after, meeting as often as we like to sati

"Don't remind me. I still shudder at the smell of watermelon bubblegum." She thumped a fist on thigh. "Jerk. Now is not the time to discuss how you crushed my childhood dreams." "And what are your adult ones?" he asked, grabbing her pummeling fist and enveloping it in his hand. She stilled. "My fantasy, which I'll admit has recently been upgraded, involves being mated to two wonderful, yet different men, who worship the ground I walk on, and do totally wicked things to my body." "What if I wanted to do nice things?"

"It seems this little slut enjoys the pain, don't you?" I whimpered, trying to pull away from Carlos as Carl knelt and sank two fingers into my cunt. Despite my mind screaming for me to escape, all I could register in that moment was how good it felt to have his fingers inside me. I'd imagined him fucking me with Carlos a lot of times. The twins were definitely an eye catcher on campus, but they were my best friends and anything sexual would have been weird. I never imagined I'd fulfill my fantasy here in front of all these people.

Susan’s POV I was lazily scrolling through my OnlyFans page when a new comment popped up under one of my latest posts. “I wish I could get a video of you getting fucked. That’s my biggest fantasy.” My heart skipped a beat. I bit my lip and typed back immediately:“I wish I had someone to fuck for y’all, but I don’t.”

"There is you and me; we are fucking, and you stop, dragging me out of the room, into one of the rooms in Lustful Surrender, men and women watching, as you fuck me there. slowly the single men join in, I watch as you get pleasure from me being fucked in every hole by other men." "The couples around are playing with each other, having sex; every now and then a couple would come over, both of them fucking me, with toys or his cock. I feel greedy, and like royalty all those people wanting to touch me, wanting to fuck me in any way they can." I would never and have never told anyone that fantasy, but since meeting Sean, it has gotten stronger, with him in the lead role and his business there as

I lay nestled among their cool, powerful bodies, the taste of their blood on my tongue and the memory of countless orgasms still echoing through my veins. The fantasy had consumed me completely. And I had never been happier to be devoured.

John had fantasized about tonight countless items—cooking together, dining together, and washing the dishes together, just like ordinary couples did. It was a simple daily routine, but he had yearned for it for years. It was merely human nature to be greedy, and while one could have been more restrained because they never had a taste, John missed Tina soon after he left because of that moment of intimacy. He was almost thirty but felt like an impulsive brat just then. He tried to stop himself too, but his hands moved faster than he could think, making a U-turn at the green light.