Fantasy Prompts の小説・ストーリー

⸻ 🌙 The Realm Opens The white door slowly opened. 🚪✨ ⸻ A powerful wind rushed out. ⸻ Not destruction. ⸻ Not darkness. ⸻ Possibility. ⸻ Millions of futures spilled from the doorway. 🌌✨🌌 ⸻ Worlds that never existed. ⸻ People who were never born. ⸻ Stories never written. ⸻ Dreams never dreamed. ⸻ Everything that could have been. ⸻ Everything that still could be.

I dipped one finger in, slow, circling my entrance, gathering the wetness. Steve’s tongue, God, his tongue. Flat and relentless, lapping from bottom to top, flicking my clit until my hips bucked. I mimicked it now, sliding my finger up to that sensitive nub, rubbing in slow, firm circles. Pleasure sparked, low and building, my breath hitching. Josh entered the fantasy then. Tall, scarred, his big hands cupping my breasts, thumbs rolling my nipples until they peaked hard. I used my free hand to push my blouse open, bra unclasped with a quick flick.

With each stroke of my pen, I breathe life into characters who dance across the pages, their stories unfolding before my very eyes. The anticipation builds, like a crescendo in a symphony, as I eagerly await the moment when Professor Steven's prompt will be revealed. Will it be a challenge to create a fantastical world filled with mythical creatures? Or perhaps a prompt that delves into the depths of human emotions, exploring the complexities of the human psyche? Whatever it may be, I am ready to embrace it wholeheartedly, to immerse myself in the depths of my imagination and let the words flow freely.

Iris moaned, her tits bouncing wildly as he pounded into her from behind. Cathy couldn’t help but stare. The fantasy she had played over and over in her mind for a long time was happening right in front of her, more vivid and visceral than any dream. She had wondered for months how to bridge the gap, how to make the first move in this strange, blended family dynamic. But today, the heat and the proximity had finally broken her resolve. She decided right then to go with the flow, she saw a dildo just close to where she stood she picked it up and decided to use it to please herself while convincing herself that he is her stepbrother which means joining in isn't allowed.

The characters she encountered beckoned her closer, their eyes filled with the light of possibility, their words a promise of adventures yet to come. In this enchanted realm, every moment held the potential for a new tale to unfold, a new journey to begin, a new world to explore. The night was a canvas where dreams took shape, where stories danced like firelight, and where Mama Hazel felt the pulse of creativity echo in her soul like a heartbeat.

Confused but felt something at the same time. Your output, it's-- "Fiction, a work of imagination. An exaggeration of reality sometimes opposite to it. It's like playing with reality trying to make it more ideal and dream-like. " After that, Craig take his seat and continue writing in his notea leaving everyone more confused and dumbfounded.

On a special day where she first saw on an unexpected situation the face of the man that she used to see and was able to be within her dreams and fantasies. She had a large photo of this man right on the wall of her room. And on the back of that big picture there she wrote and announced how much and for how long she would love and dedicate her whole heart to him without any covetousness. That photograph then served as the image of him with whom she spoke with. She felt that because he was smiling, the man in the picture was smiling at her. And even everything was pure fantasy. Nothing is missing, because she is happy.

She slipped off the boulder and lay on the ground, and she began to sob softly. She cried herself to sleep and when she woke up about two hours later, she felt dizzy and disoriented. The sun was still up in the sky and blazing like a ball of fire. She thought it was odd that there was this much sunshine at this time of the year, or maybe this sun was being manipulated by Nikjin and his mystic buddy who seemed to be an expert in creating this sort of grand illusion. It occurred to her then that this place wasn’t real, it was Nikjin’s torture chamber for all of his enemies. He could make the weather as hot or as cold as he wanted, regardless of what time of year it was. That was an insane amou

I gave one last look behind me before all of a sudden I stumbled into something hard, making me fall down to the ground - End of dream - I woke up in a pool of my own sweat, panting and desperately needing air to infiltrate my lungs. I clutched the blanket and furiously looked around myself. Where was I? That was when it finally hit me – I was supposed to be in my safe heaven. “Took you long enough” I heard a rough voice say next to me, making me jump up into a defensive stance. I looked back at the most handsome wolf I have ever seen. He had a powerful aura basically beaming off of him, making my wolf want to submit, thankfully that didn’t have to happen seeing as I am an Alpha’s daughter –

Mia's POV I could hear my own screaming even through my dreams. Inside of my dreams, I was being plunged into freezing water. Outside of them, I felt my body being shaken awake in the real world. When I was released from the grip sleep had on me, I saw green eyes staring down at me. Worry and fear were dancing in them together. Fear? Did purebloods feel fear? What sort of thing did they feel fearful about? I thought they might be the most powerful creature at night.