Fantasies Novels & Stories

I almost laughed, but I bit it back, Instead, I leaned even closer, my lips nearly brushing the screen. "But Father, it's so hard. These fantasies... they get worse every time. I dream about him pinning me down, fucking me hard and wild, his dick slamming into my womb, like he can't control himself. I want him to grab my throat, to slap my ass while he pounds into me from behind. I wake up wet, my pussy throbbing, and I have to finger myself just to get through the day, but the thought of wanting him even while fingering myself is something I don't know how to explain"

THEMES: Voyeuristic fantasy, Neighbors, proximity tension KINKS: Voyeurism & exhibitionism, Mutual self- pleasure, Eye- contact control, breathy praise, Hair- grip, tongue play, teasing, denial cadence. I have a favorite daydream I never say out loud. It’s stupid and simple, but it burns... deep down in my mind, haunting me daily as I think of what it would be like to watch a man, alone with his shoulders tense and his hand moving up and down over his cock.

The combination of the two caused me to fabricate an endless array of fantasies in my head. I couldn't help but let my mind wander during school, day in and day out. There was never a shortage of nubile girls my age sitting mere feet away from me, with their lovely, warm bodies curved and filled out in all the right places. I would catch a whiff of their different perfumes and admire the attention to detail they spent grooming themselves. To put it simply, I was pretty damn horny a lot. I fantasized relentlessly about the opposite sex. The only problem was that they weren't interested in me.

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙩 𝙗𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙬𝙞𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. Fingers crossed as we look forward to how she plans on making her tomorrow better.

I glance at him before continuing. “You have your own fantasies. You know how it feels. It is like a need for something you can’t get. You are physically unable to get it; it is a pleasure of its own, and to achieve it, you have to act out your fantasy, but that is the thing, fantasies don’t always happen. Sometimes we have to learn to live with the fact it won’t and only have the mind to tell us how amazingly hot and sexy they would be.” I am talking freely, relaxed, and feeling like I can open up to him. His smile gets bigger.

He said turning to the book and she sighed, She turned back to her meal and continued with it. “Ugh, why are all the things on this list all childish?” Draven asked after a while of going through and Xalia turned to him with a confused expression. “Huh? How?” “What the fuck is go hiking, driving a roller coaster, watching Barbie Premiere and many other dumb things here.” “There are not dumb, there are the things I want.” “I wasn't expecting… “ “But you said I should make a list of things I wanted.” “Don't cut me off.” Draven said and she apologized immediately.

What's your deepest, darkest fantasy? I pause, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. I thought about my fantasies and started to type. “Meeting the eyes of a handsome stranger in a bar full of people, he crosses the room, grabs me by the hand, and pulls me into the restroom. Before I can blink, we’re making out, hot and heavy. His hands are all over me, under my shirt, down my jeans. Circling my nipples, then pinching just hard enough to make me gasp, and slipping a thick finger into my soaking pussy at the same time. I can’t even see him, but I can feel his thick, fat cock rubbing all over my ass, teasing between my cheeks, before he finally thrusts deep ins

The mere recollection of our lips meeting sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't resist the temptation to let my imagination run wild. In the depths of my mind, I began to create wild fantasies, each more tantalizing than the last. I pictured covert meetings in his office, where the atmosphere crackled with anticipation, and our illicit kisses evolved into a hidden expression of longing. With each passing moment, the fantasies grew more vivid and visceral, igniting an irresistible fire within me.

A true fantasy is a fixed mistaken notion that gains traction, like a wheel of a wagon on the road, it propels a person in different paths, often unpredictable and toward catastrophe. He has become more like a wonderful wagon wheel, taking him to new extraordinary journeys of life, but unable to alter his path or fundamental beliefs. So what once required medications no longer does. The "fantasies of the great voyage" are no more than fiction with an extra kick. After all, he was stone-cold sane. In truth, he would wager he was safer from demise than anyone else. Beyond that, he was cursed to live a long life. A very long life.

“I make bold promises because I have bold intentions. Now's your turn. Start by telling me what those fantasies are.” My heart stutters, “What?”