Fantasy Things Novels & Stories

The only problem was that they weren't interested in me. I had the unfortunate designation of being a wild child throughout my childhood and into my teens, and I was indeed wild. I was also the complete opposite of the stereotypical female fantasy of a tall, dark stranger. I wasn't an honors student, and I wasn't the captain of the football team - I was just a regular, short-ish blond guy. And so, I fell back on my imagination and did such silly things in my spare time as daydreaming and writing stories about them, which was complete and utter silliness. I knew there was simply no possibility of ever getting lucky with any of the many objects of my desire.

roommate has homosexual thoughts and fantasies he has been fighting. Thoughts about me. Seeing my cock in the locker room and at the house when I walked around post shower. Fantasies of sucking my cock, worshipping me. Fantasies about being bent over in the locker room and being “claimed” and “taken”, made to take my big cock so deep that his abs bulge from the other side. Fantasies of submitting and surrendering to me and being my fuck toy. Fantasies about absorbing my seed and carrying it around with him everywhere he went. Fantasies about hanging with his “gym bros” while having my kids swimming deeper and deeper into his guts, with his friends being non the wiser.

THE MAGIC KINGDOM Far away, beyond a dense forest and across an island near New York City, lies a hidden, magical realm. This enchanted place is home to a unique community of hybrids-beings born with extraordinary powers. Known as the Magic Kingdom, it is a land where wonder and power intertwine. At its heart stands the majestic Magic Palace, a symbol of the kingdom's strength and the home of its rulers.

"That I had this 'talent'?" "When you touched me, when your hand touched my breast, I could feel it." "Oh. So, let me get this straight, we can just walk into other people's dreams, make them do anything we want, and persuade them to do stuff in real life when they wake up?" "Pretty much, but it's not a matter of persuasion. You have to override their sleeping will with yours. Everything we do is a matter of willing things to go the way we want. Do you understand?"

"Did he have green dreams like Jojen?" "No," said Meera, "but he could breathe mud and run on leaves, and change earth to water and water to earth with no more than a whispered word. He could talk to trees and weave words and make castles appear and disappear." "I wish I could," Bran said plaintively. "When does he meet the tree knight?" Meera made a face at him. "Sooner if a certain prince would be quiet." "I was just asking."

I stood up, said my goodnight and left for my room. On entering the room, I closed the door and went straight to my bed. I laid down to sleep but couldn't get my mind off the news. It has to be natural, why should a disaster be unnatural? "Could it be that there are supernatural beings who cause disasters just like I've always heard and read about in stories? No, it can't be. Those are just fictions...they are not real. How can they exist? In what form?" All these questions streamed through my mind. I was confused and worried. This so called disaster is claiming a lot of lives.

It's probably not that I keep forgetting but I choose to forget. Sometimes it's fun to play pretend in the real world when you can't get what you desperately want. (Note: if you haven't noticed it yet, the chapters are inspired with Taylor Swift's songs and lyrics since I'm a fan! :) )

"About places I've never been, about things that can't be real and in some of them, there's a girl who looks just like you." Zara's breath stopped for a second. "What kind of dreams?" "Cities made of silver, creatures that aren't quite human and you..." He paused, his silver eyes intense. "In the dreams, you're not like you are here. You're powerful and dangerous." A chill ran down Zara's spine. She'd been having similar dreams lately, though she'd tried to dismiss them as wishful thinking. Dreams where she wasn't broken, where she could shift into something magnificent and terrifying.

And it was soon when he felt the same grip over it. I can be tough, I can be strong But with you, it's not like that at all There's a boy (girl) that gives a shit Behind this wall, you just walk through it And I remember all those crazy things you said You left them running through my head You're always there, you're everywhere But right now, I wish you were here All those crazy things we did Didn't think about it, just went with it You're always there, you're everywhere But right now, I wish you were here

A/N In case you have a fantasy you want me to pen down, just comment on it, and I'll pick the new stories from it.