Fantasies Novels & Stories

We continued to kiss and fuck slowly for several minutes, before Chris remembered the issue and whined, "No fair, baby. You know I practically go blank whenever you talk dirty to me. I'm serious, though. What are your fantasies?" I chuckled at his whining, before replying, "I do honestly want to do all of those things though. I tell you my fantasies as I think of them, but why can't we just work on that one of mine and all of yours? I promise to make them all come true when I cum in you."

Forbidden Fantasies

It was hard to miss. "Does Maddy like girls at all?" He asked, and I realized that we were both getting turned on talking about my sexy wife now because my marijuana cock was getting hard in my shorts too. Thank god I had a t-shirt to do some hiding in my chair. "Yes," I replied, "she is fucking amazing. . .she has all sorts of lesbian fantasies she wants to try. We talk about it all the time. She loves watching videos of girls sixty-nining or even just girls making out turns her on a lot , it's like one of her biggest fantasies."

My cock still twitched at the thought of peeling back those layers, using hypnosis to make this beautiful married woman crave me explicitly. But I kept my face neutral and when she opened her eyes, I nodded empathetically. "That sounds intense. Many people turn to fantasies as an escape from all that. I really understand. But when those fantasies start bleeding into reality, it can be overwhelming especially when you have no one to explore these thoughts in a safe way with you.

“I need to know, please. I tried to rationalize, but I can’t. It’s not rational for me to think about you, but my brain just keeps doing it. Is that okay?” “Alright sweetheart, are you asking for my consent or are you asking me on an intellectual level?” “I don’t know. Both?” I pressed my lips together, as the heat in my abdomen started welling up. “Yes, it’s okay. Consensually and intellectually. Your fantasies don’t have to be rational. They don’t even have to be something you want to happen in real life.” “They don’t?”

There'll be hot guys and fun games” she asked one last time as she held the door handle. “I'm sure babes. I'll pass this time” I said sweetly and we bade each other goodbye. I rushed to the door and locked it then quickly took off my clothes and lay on my bed. Yes I could be picky and slightly judgemental but I never pretended to be innocent myself. I loved sex and bad stuff buttttt… with the right person. I couldn't tell Sheila that I've been fantasizing and daydreaming about Shawn. I couldn't get his face and dick out of my mind. I masturbated thinking about him. My little secret.

“So you’re a married bitch in heat, huh? I fucking love that. Tell me one of your fantasies, go on. What would you do if you didn’t have a husband? Fuck delivery guys like me all day?” Ana bit her lip, the darkness giving her courage for the dirty words. Sweat dripped from her forehead, falling into her cleavage, and she imagined his mouth licking it all up. “Fantasy? I imagine a guy taking me at work, in the office bathroom. He pins me against the sink, hikes up my skirt, and shoves his fingers into my wet pussy, fingering me hard while I bite my arm to keep from screaming. Then he fucks me from behind, slapping my ass while I cum. No condom, filling me with

"Wanted me to fuck you like this? Make you mine?" "Yes," Mara cried out, past caring about being quiet. "Yes, god yes" The carpet burned against her knees and palms, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered except the feeling of him inside her, claiming her, taking her exactly the way she'd fantasized about. "You're so wet for me," Adrian groaned. "So ready. Such a good girl, taking everything I give you." The praise combined with the rough treatment pushed her toward another orgasm. She could feel it building, could feel herself climbing higher and higher.

CHAPTER FOUR The dream world doesn’t have a specific name so we should give it a name. Fiture or perhaps we should call it……………. Apparently, we don’t build their houses by ourselves, it materializes out of thin air, don’t get confused on me now, we all dream of something whenever we sleep right? Then whatever you dream of can be granted by the grant-master in my world, that’s if it’s deemed useful. Your dream can also be used as a gateway for very powerful dreamers who wants to enter this realm.

Why did that bother him? Isn’t that what he was supposed to want? Wasn’t that why he was here? But he missed the burning glances. The flirtatious banter. The accidental touches. That slow build up of lust until you hit the combustion point. That was his ultimate fantasy these days. “Far as fantasies go, I have one of being fucked at the same time by identical twins. Looking over my shoulder and seeing the face of the man taking my ass is the same face as the man that’s in front of me fucking my pussy.”