Fantasies Novels & Stories

It was too thick and long. I started having imaginations of him screwing me and stretching my pussy. Also him going all in and making me feel his dick in my stomach. My panties got wet as I imagined. I bit my lip and held my boobs, and the thoughts ran out of my head when I remembered he was my mom’s husband and is supposed to be my stepfather. I didn’t mean to see that, will he tell my mom? Everything is feeling awkward, I wished I didn’t hear that sound.

The private island villa shimmered under the Caribbean sun like a forbidden paradise. White marble columns stretched toward the cloudless sky, and the infinity pool spilled endlessly into the turquoise ocean. Elena Voss adjusted the thin strap of her white bikini top, her full breasts straining against the delicate fabric as she lounged on the oversized daybed. At twenty-nine, she was the perfect trophy wife—elegant, sensual, and utterly bored.

I imagined Kieran on his knees in front of me, that golden smile gone as his tongue replaced the spray with slow, teasing licks turning hungry, sucking my clit between his lips while his hands gripped my ass. Then Jax, behind me, his rough palms sliding up my wet body, fingers digging into my hips as he pressed that thick, hard cock against me, whispering filthy promises against my neck. The fantasy pulled a real moan from my throat. I switched the setting to a harder, more concentrated pulse and pressed the shower head tighter against my pussy. The water beat against me in fast waves, making my clit throb and my inner walls clench around nothing. I was dripping, slick mixing with the shower

Kisha quietly made her way to the door, didn’t want to make her presence known to Mylo. Her inside was building, clenching her walls tightly. She never gets horny easily but she needed a release badly right now. She entered her car, pulled down her panties and began to beat her meat, exploring her wonder land, bucking her hips against her fingers. Corey…damn me !!! she called out his name grinding fiercely till she came. Her breathing was rasped. She made a mess of herself but this time she refused to cry. She fantasized about Corey’s hands, because her traitor brain remembers them better than she wanted.

“She’s even sexier than Ellie. I want to fuck her so badly.” He looked around the closet. Drawers lined each wall. The closet was bigger than Ellies' .Curiosity got the better of him. He pulled one open and found stacks of lingerie...bras, thongs, sheer pairs of panties. He picked up a pair of black lace ones and brought them to his face. The scent hit him hard. His cock was already straining against his pants. He freed it, wrapped the soft fabric around the shaft, and started stroking. In his mind it was Nikki’s hand, or better, her body. He pictured her bent over in front of him, that silk robe hiked up, those long legs spread while he fucked her from behind. He kept going, breathing harde

That’s usually enough to start my mind thinking, wanting to play out the fantasy. Even in a casual conversation with a woman friend, imagining her naked. Wondering if she masturbates. She’s talking to me and I don’t hear a word. My mind is thinking of her pussy and her breasts, her nipples. I see them strain against the fabric of her top. I see the outline of her bra. I get excited, but she has no idea. Does she also fantasize, perhaps, and think of me fucking her, I wonder.

“Yes. He spent months working on it in his office and as soon as he finished it last week, he brought it down here.” “Why here? Why not out there in the main gallery?” Farida shrugged. “I don’t know. He has vehemently refused to display it and wouldn’t say why. You can’t imagine how frustrating it is for me to leave this beautiful body of work to remain hidden here like this. Trust me, if this baby makes it to the front, it will be snatched up within seconds.” “I know,” Erin agreed. “Does it have a title?” “A Werewolf Fantasy,” replied Farida quietly. “I love it.”

I had the worst sleep of my life last night, that fucking woman came to the front of my mind the second I close my eyes. I awoke with my pants pitched in a tent at the dreams that overwhelmed my mind. Seeing her body has been pure restless torture. In my dreams, I see her step under the running water. I see the warm liquid running over her smooth skin, from the top, over her plump lips, between the moulds of her breasts and down the smooth taut skin of her stomach and then… Fuck I need to clear my mind.

He flashed his pearly whites at the audience and then with a deep breath, he resumed. "After love and fear, there’s pride; After tears, the night; After all the words are gone, A chair with just one light. After memories, the dream That you will come home safe; After sleep, another day Of waiting for my life. After hope, the happiness Of thinking of your love; After moments of despair A stone no thought can move. After all the sacrifice, The hunger and the pain,

Everyone has fantasies that they can never speak with anyone because they’re afraid of being judged because they are too dark. Riya had similar dark fantasies about things that probably didn’t even exist. Thinking of dicks bigger than a normal man's dick. She masturbated every night thinking about those long, big, slimy dicks fucking her soul out. Oh, how she wished they were real. She didn’t know that they were real after all. One of them even knew about her fantasies, how she pleasured herself thinking about dicks like his and he jerked off watching her every night.