Fantasy Of Manners Novels & Stories

I could smell the cleaning products used on it, something chemical and sharp beneath the musk of sex that clung to me. My fingers twitched against the floor, my nails digging into the carpet as if I could claw my way into the earth and disappear. “Evening,” Dame said, his voice smooth, amused. He didn’t move, didn’t cover me. His thumb traced idle circles on the back of my neck, his boot still planted between my shoulder blades, pinning me in place. “Lovely night, isn’t it?” The woman made a choked sound. The man cleared his throat. “Uh. Yeah. We’ll just—”

"I'm sad that you have a favorite, Sophie." By the time I realized how dangerous those words were, I was already thrown onto Max's bed. My hands were pinned above my head. The gentle, restrained image he usually wore was gone, replaced by something far more overwhelming. He slowly let the chill of melting ice trail across my skin. My senses climbed toward a dizzying peak. I never would've guessed that someone who seemed so noble and proper could be the biggest freak of all. His gaze burned with desire, his manhood grinding against my core without end, his hand playing with my lips, leaving me no chance to explain.

He clicked his tongue, appreciating my body. While I started cooking, he leaned in and commented, "Yvonne, am I doing this right?" He reached out and grabbed the handle of the frying pan, his strong hand covering mine. At the same time, his other hand rested lightly on my waist, steadying me. I almost lost my balance, heat spreading across my body as I experienced my fantasy turning into reality. Even my ears felt like they were on fire. Antonio's proximity was overwhelming, and I could feel the intensity of his presence, a mix of boldness and unshakable confidence.

I really wanted her to understand the fantasy of a wife sleeping with another man, but also to let her know it was nothing but a fantasy. "First off. I love you, and I truly love how wise and understanding you are. Hell, how I ended up with such a nice girl... I'm blessed," I started. Cassandra smiled at me. "It's first and foremost a fantasy. But kind of a fantasy of taboo, you know. Like doing something you're not supposed to do. Almost like when you're speeding. Or hell, even shoplifting when you're a kid. Only times a million. Just the thought is such a rush. Doing stuff you're not supposed to, like I said."

It could be a bad mood or a good mood, although more are in a bad mood. "Not that, even if it's the same as any model. It must not taste the same as you. Because your body has its own charm for men." Gerald explained. "Gezzz ... don't be afraid of me, I don't want to be a wild fantasy of other men." I got goosebumps, imagining if I was made into a fantasy to satisfy their desires. "I'm talking facts. So, don't be too kind and open with men. Because the closer you are to him, the more they will fantasize about you."

“But not enough. You’re glowing now. We need something that says radiant wife of terrifyingly powerful man.” Aurora let out a tired breath. “I don’t think clothes can say that.” “Oh, they absolutely can,” Mina shot back already reaching for another dress. “Especially when the husband in question looks like he walked out of a billionaire fantasy novel.” Aurora blinked slowly. “We are not calling him that.” Mina ignored her. “I’m serious,” she continued, eyes lighting up. “The way he walked in that day? I almost forgot I was supposed to be angry. Like.mm” she straightened suddenly dropping her voice into a deeper tone attempting to imitate him.

“What you did with the butt plug needs to stop.” “Oh, Jonathan. Are you saying you did not like how the butt plug made you feel? Are you saying you do not like how I made you feel things you have only imagined in your head? You see, Jonathan, I am doing you a favor right here. I am helping you bring your fantasies to reality. Everything I have done to you and everything else that I would still do to you are things that you want so bad for yourself.” The mystery man said as he held up my journal.

Modern Fairytale© 2020 by Dazzling Star. All Rights Reserved Disclaimer: This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Perhaps it doesn't support any act of violence or activities against society. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. DEDICATED TO ALL FAIRYTALE LOVER…❤️

Like prey wondering when they would be hunted down by their predator. The entrance of Joon in the room snapped me out of my thoughts. He held something in his hand but I couldn't see what it was. I squinted my eyes in the hope to make out of the shape of the object he was holding, with not much success. They were whispering to each other and walked up to me. I hated that I didn't know what was going on. The two men looked like giant cats sneaking on their next meal. Desperately I struggled against my restraints.

As she was about to say, hi with her sensuously dropped lips, her eyes met an empty chair, except for the notebook that he had forgotten to stack. After examining it closely, she thought, “He can't go home without this. I'm sure he'll eventually come back.” She had made this fantasy– that when the two of them would be left, she would approach him sensuously, unbutton her short dress in his sight and gradually drop it to the floor to expose her stockings. As she thought about it, her palm unconsciously cupped her breasts and kneaded them. Ann liked one thing about her breasts–the way they curved outwards and created a deep cleft between her round chest.