Fantasies Fulfilled Novels & Stories

"Either ways you would have to choose one" "I would forget about the wish and have my interest all coated in my fantasy" "You've got fantasies about me, while other men have fantasies about you, if I would be willing to fulfill your fantasies. You would surely have to fulfill theirs" "That's absurd, I can't think of such" "Which is the main reason we have to stick my words"

Anna: I feel fulfilled and accomplished, not that kind of fulfilled you get when you land yourself a killer job or you graduate college. It’s the type of fulfilled you get when you kill a multi-billionaire in his own villa and when you frame your best-friend for murder, I am sure the feeling is very rare, as many people hasn’t achieved this kind of fulfilment, but I have and it feels so fucking good. Right now, I am seated on the dining chair, waiting for Theo like the good girlfriend that I am, the table is filled with food ranging from Chinese food to American dishes...You can name it.

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.

"I saw the building fall. I saw the fire consume the ruins." "I was reborn in those ruins," Julian replied, taking a slow, predatory step forward. Each footfall was silent, as if he were floating just above the deck. "The Dividend found me. They realized that while you were the perfect soldier, I was the perfect vessel. They didn't just give me the serum, Caspian. They gave me the hive. I can hear every heartbeat in the cities below. I can feel the way your little doctor’s mind is screaming at the data I’m feeding her."

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?"

"This ok?" She gasped, her eyes widening like she'd just realised this wasn't a dream. "Damn Maria, you've been holding out on me." The other guy said, jerking off even harder after spitting into his hand. "Why don't you take little Maria back to your office and give her a much overdue fucking?" Mr. Carson suggested, thrusting harder and faster into my swollen cunt. My second orgasm was fast approaching, and just a few more thrusts would have sent me over the edge.

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.”