Fantasies Fulfilled Novels & Stories

I mean, who says stuff like that? “All of it?” I ask. I'm not just interested, I'm not just intrigued… I'm wholly, completely, and utterly invested. “All of it. Including Those, dark, sinful fantasies, the ones that have you biting your lip when you're alone at night.” I bite my lip, struggling to suppress a grin that’s trying its hardest to break free. “You're making some pretty bold promises, Andrei.” “I make bold promises because I have bold intentions. Now's your turn. Start by telling me what those fantasies are.”

I wanted to make her feel things, make her see things that would rock her fucking world forever. I would start right away but i wanted to take my time because if there was anything we had, it was time. We had all the time in the world to fulfil all of my fantasies, because now that I had her in my arms, I'll be damned if I let anyone or anything take her away from me. Tonight was about fulfilling her fantasies and creating some new ones for her and after we've fulfilled those, we'd create some more.

That smirk returned, infuriating and devastatingly sexy all at once. “I’ll return it…” His lips brushed mine, teasing, tormenting. “…when I’ve fulfilled every dark little fantasy you’ve marked in that book. Every single one.” His voice dipped lower, lethal and intoxicating. “Except sharing you. That will never happen. I don’t share. Ever.” My entire body clenched at his words. Heat flooded me, liquid and consuming, at the thought of him making every one of those fantasies real. My nipples tightened against the blanket, my thighs pressed together, and he noticed.

She said, "That was so lovingly awesome." As their heart rates slowed and their bodies intertwined, they basked in the afterglow, their connection still palpable. She felt a profound sense of fulfilment, knowing that her desires had been met and her cravings had been satisfied. At this moment, she realised that their union transcended the physical and touched the depths of her soul, leaving an indelible mark on both their lives.

She didn’t see anything, so she could assume whatever she wanted to. “Did I satisfy your fantasy, Patrea?” His voice came out hoarse, and it made my pussy excited again. I launched myself onto my feet and threw myself at him, hugging him tightly. “Yes, you did. You made all of my dreams and fantasies come true.” I told him before I pressed a kiss on the mark I gave him. “What you’ve given me is even better than those I dreamed of.” And I meant every word of it.

"Hey, I'm not finished. Then I'm going to fulfill every single one of your fantasies." "Even the Chris Hemsworth one?" she flirted. "Fine. Ninety-nine-point-nine-nine percent of your fantasies." She laughed. "Thank you." "For what, baby?" I stood up.

“My name is Sapphire and I’m here from Fantasies.” The muscles in Felix’s body visibly relaxed. Fantasies was an elite at home prostitute service. Their website allowed for patrons to pick any girl with whatever body specifications, kinks, accents, accessories or outfits the men desired. Fantasies ensured that all of their girls were devoid of STDs and had contraceptives so that men who wanted to enjoy the pleasure of sex without the pressure of condoms could be free to do so.

Maybe I could get him to join us late at night in our bed. "Oh, wouldn't that be exciting. Maybe I could have both of them each night. Maybe I would have Bobbie first, then my husband. Maybe I could have both of them at the same time... It's not like I didn't fantasize about that when my husband would put on those double penetration videos he liked so much. Maybe I could get one of my fantasies fulfilled this weekend. I mean I was fulfilling my husband's right now."

I shook my head, silently wishing he would stop pushing. “That’s right,” He murmured, lifting a hand and gently turning my face toward him. His thumb traced slowly across my lips, sending a shiver through me. “I know I satisfy your sexual fantasies,” He continued, his voice rich with certainty, “Even the ones you keep locked away in your imaginations.” “Me?” I asked, melting slowly as I stared at his blue eyes, my chest beating a little loudly. I had fantasized too many times about the things we’d done… and all the things we hadn’t yet explored. I couldn’t help it, it just seemed to happen.

He gave me a curious glance. "Aaron, I used to think a lot about my love story, but perhaps I had too many romantic thoughts about my partner. I don't think you'll make my fantasies come true." I was hesitant to tell him about my desires because I was worried he would act like the stereotypical billionaire I read about in romance books. "Sara, please tell me your fantasies. I will fulfill every dream." He demands that I know about my desires. "OK, Aron, I will tell you my fantasies every day. I won't share my other desires with you until you fulfill the first one."