Fantasies Fulfilled の小説・ストーリー

"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.

Tasting your skin makes me moist and aroused Licking me with the warmth of your tongue makes my body quiver. Having you moan as you eat me sets my passions free. Longing to have your penis deep within me. Feeling the stretching as you plunge deeper and deeper. Warming when you throb inside of me as you come. Filling me with the essence of your body makes me have a part of you. Telling me I fulfill you and satisfy your dreams. Fantasizing you’re with me as my hand touches between my thighs. Knowing we’ll be together again so I can feel your love.

Because you want me to bring your fantasy to life just as much as I want to give that to you. Just the way that he talks as if we've already agreed to this. As if he's the one in control and I just haven't fully realized it yet, it has me wanting to say yes. It has me wanting every single thing he's offering. It has me imagining even dirtier things than we've done in my dreams. But still, a part of can't help but continue to wonder if I'll only be disappointed in the end. Does he understand all that I'll need him to give to me? Me:Do you truly believe you can fulfill my fantasy?

But when I need to feel completely, utterly ruined. Some fantasies aren't meant to stay fantasies.

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

“About you.” Sam’s breath hitched audibly. His hand rested on Ethan’s thigh, squeezing gently. “It made everything hotter between us. But it also made us realize how much we both… respond to you. Your voice, your presence and the way you see us.” Elias felt heat pool low in his stomach. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, giving them his complete attention. “That kind of fantasy is common when couples are trying to reignite desire. It’s safe to explore here. Tell me more about those fantasies. What specifically draws you to the idea of me being part of them?”

They talked the entire time — filthy, possessive, loving. “You’re our perfect girl,” Marcus groaned as he came down my throat. “No one else gets to have you,” Jax growled as he filled my pussy again. By the time they were done, I was a shaking, cum-covered, blissed-out mess between them. As I drifted off to sleep, safe in their arms, I realized something terrifying and wonderful. I wasn’t just falling for them. I was already theirs. Completely.

Electricity surged through me as we shattered together. His hot semen filled my womb. “Don’t you dare keep these holes from me, Belle. I don’t care where you live—I’ll hunt you down whenever I want to fuck you.” As insane as it sounded, I nodded. He chuckled. And somewhere between shame and satisfaction, I realized something terrifying, some fantasies aren’t meant to stay locked in your head. Mine had finally been lived, every filthy corner explored, every forbidden craving fulfilled. And instead of regret, all I felt was completeness. Like something inside me had finally clicked into place.