Fantasies Novels & Stories

She felt that she was only once in a come and was conscious until now. "Don't talk about that dark period. Oh yes, I read one of the manuscripts, oh this one," said Park Jini, turning to take the script on the dining table. "That's Ha Mino's recommendation." "Really? As far as I know he doesn't like romantic novels like. Even as an editor he only accepts fantasy or thriller themes." "Have you read it?" asked Park Jini looking at Lee Umji. "Just the front. You said you read it. What's it about?"

“Fantasy?” Came the uncertain inquiry through the bullhorn that sounded out loudly amongst the hustle and bustle of the crowded pier. Raising my hand I picked up my duffel bag and began making my way forward. As I walked the men about me stared. They always stared. It was kind of nice and yet annoying at the same time. It didn’t help that my Russian born mother so enamored with her relocation to a new and in her eyes, ‘fantasy land’ of America had named me as such.

Cause Ana was genius to scan a person's personality. So I agreed to help her out... "Okay!! i will help you..." And as I have expected her cheerful voice come from other end of the phone... "Really? thankyou buddy you are really my best friend... " (Ana jumped in happiness... and Jade smiled... ) But then thinking of something Ana asked me with some doubts... "but.. how.. how can you take her away?" Well that's my matter babe... a smirk appear on my face thinking of my way to take the girl away... but then I assure Ana...

Then her voice cut through his thoughts again. “L-Leo, are you listening, cutie?” She turned her head toward him, one eye opening. “I asked you something. What’s your fan-fantasy?” He blinked, caught off guard. “My… what?” “Your fan-tasy,” she repeated, slowly. “You know. Sexual fantasy. The scenario that gets you hot just thinking about it. Doesn’t even need to involve touching. We all have one. You tell me yours… and I’ll tell you mine.”

When my core clenched in reaction, his eyes widened. I confessed, “When I imagined sucking you off, I started finger-fucking myself. In my mind, you fed your cock between my lips. You came in a flood, and I drank you down.” His hands started to shake. Brows drawn, he rasped, “True?” “True. It was mi fantasia, just a fantasy. But as I orgasmed I was licking my lips for more.” Roman was ahocked. At that, his shaft thickened until he could barely move. “It’s my fantasy too. Woman, the things you make me think . . .”

They didn’t deserve to be happy, not when they built their fantasies on illusions. “What the fuck do you mean he’s still an omega? Am I meant to be okay with that?” he'd been standing beside tatsuya when his phone suddenly pinged from a notification, he should have known when Tatsuya almost tripped trying to grab it from him, now he's here trying to invalidate his feelings? hell no. Murasame’s voice was louder now, anger flickering in his eyes. “You know, enigmas like you don’t normally care…” Tatsuya’s tone was flat, unimpressed, almost bored.

“And she enjoys that?” Her body twitched excitedly, slutty little minx that it was, giving her away. “Um, yeah. I mean…there’s a massive, massive difference between fantasy and reality. She wouldn’t really want to be tortured by the KGB. But being tied up and sexily menaced by someone she liked could be pretty fun, don’t you think?” “I think,” he murmured, “the boundaries of fantasy are less permeable than people realize.” “Um? What?”

My fingers found my clit—already slick, already begging—and the first slow circle made my back arch so hard water sloshed over the edge. “Oh God,” I whispered, even though I knew it was the wrong name to say. I stroked faster. Two fingers sliding over and around my clit while my other hand came up to pinch my nipple the way I imagined he might. The water made everything slippery, louder. I slipped one finger inside myself, then two, curling them the way I’d done every morning for weeks. My hips rocked up to meet my hand. The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made sta

Tyler leaned back in his chair, legs spread wide. “Good girl. Tell us one fantasy you’ve never told your husband. Something dirty that gets that married pussy wet when you’re alone.” I laughed a little, shifting on the couch, feeling the damp spot growing in my panties. My mind raced back to nights touching myself thinking about rough hands and filthy words. “Okay, truth. Sometimes I imagine getting fucked by more than one guy at once. Not gentle. Hard, pinning me down, taking turns until I’m shaking and dripping everywhere. Jake would freak if he knew I thought about shit like that.”

Nyra It took me two days—and way too much late-night scrolling—to find anything solid about Fantasies. Most of what I found online was vague, broken, or so cryptic it might as well have been written in Morse code. People online just kept repeating the same thing: It’s not for everyone. Which, of course, made me want it more. I was huddled in the break room, elbows on the table, completely absorbed in a thread called “What really happens at Fantasies,” when a voice cut through the silence.