Fantasies Novels & Stories

Chapter 12: Do you want him to find us that easily Michael was hovering beside one sphere when Julia reached him. Close up the mirroring became transparent and you could see what was going on inside, even if it was a little misty. In this particular case a balding, fat, middle-aged man was surrounded by beautiful, mostly naked Las Vegas showgirls, complete with feathers and heavily exaggerated silicon breasts. Michael shook his head. "I hope I never start having dreams that tacky," he remarked, and then floated off toward another dreamscape.

“Sexually, of course.” Her mouth parted slightly, like she didn’t quite know what to say. But the shift in her eyes gave her away, she liked the idea of it. I watched as she adjusted subtly, her thighs pressing together as if trying to steady herself. “No way.” She shook her head. “Yes way.” “You are insane.” “You like me insane.” Her lips curved into a little smile, there was now tension in the room. She grabbed the phone quickly, her fingers moving fast. At the top was the title I had typed earlier: ‘Ten Fantasies To Explore’ with empty lines underneath.

girls my age were so shallow and insipid I could barely stand to talk to them (although truth be told, they could barely stand to talk to me either). I thought of my principal... but wasn't sure how to go about fucking her. There was the librarian at the local library. She wasn't pretty, but she had big tits and always wore a skirt and pantyhose. There was our next-door neighbour Mrs. Dieks, who was always sunbathing out back, never naked, but she was in my fantasies... and it seemed Dad had fucked her already... unless he was just fucking with Mr. Dieks.

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

And I dont know if it's me or him, but the tone he is using is melting me into puddles, I never knew that a man can tone down his voice so sexily low. And more than that, I am hating the way my body is reacting to him. I hate my brain for fantasizing about the dirtiest things. Fantasy, where I want, to rip his clothes off, and suck him, here in the car with the driver, hearing me moan his name, in the highest pitch that can leave my throat. My fantasies made me shake my head and rub my thighs together, the stickiness, I am feeling between my legs is no surprise.

i said "when do you ever use that word 'girlfriend'?"she asked "just now"i said "okay look am tired so tell Adam to drive us to were you want us to go"she said and I sighed "I want it to be only us, girlfriend "I said "okay, stop the girlfriend stuff it's making me feel weird "she said "sorry"i said "ooh, I can't wait to turn 18, I really need a car"she said and I rolled my eyes and hailed a cab

and even now few minutes ago Elena was hesitant ..even now she was thinking what their relationship really meant ..like every girl she wanted some boy to be back of her , follow her and propose her near the beach or in a club in front of her friends but see look at her now ..she’s in a bath tub with a man with her own fantasy thoughts .. Well people have said it right ..that our thoughts , fantasies and make us really wild and take us to an amazing dream world ..which doesn’t exist .. Elena ..

The action rubbed her breasts against his chest and she had to bite back a moan. "I can smell your arousal!" he said, annoyance tinging his voice. She scrunched up her face at him, "Blame the bond. It's not like I want to be thinking about shagging you every second of the day. It would be nice if I could throw in a celebrity or two..." He growled, cutting off the rest of her sentence. "You dream of other men?" "That's what celebrities are meant for. You can have steamy fantasies about them knowing that's all they'll ever be. Fantasies"

"Yeah, and Jeremiah and Ezekiel do not let me forget it. How the hell was I supposed to know they like sharing women and would take me saying I wanted to fuck two men as an invitation?" "Oh my God," a woman gasps from the table next to us. I look over and see her hand coming to her neck, as if she's clutching invisible pearls. "You know it sounds hot." Laury laughs, and the woman turns away as Laury continues, "But the issue is that fantasies are fantasies for a reason. To give you something to wish for, not to actually follow through with. Because then, the fantasy turns out not to be what you thought it would."

~Davina My office door was locked, but my legs were spread wide on the leather chair behind my massive mahogany desk. My breath came in short, needy gasps as my fingers moved faster between my slick thighs. “Lucas… oh god, Daddy… please,” I moaned softly, my voice barely above a whisper. I had been fantasizing about my family’s lawyer like this ever since I turned nineteen. Now at twenty-three, the ache for him had only grown sharper, more desperate.