Imagine Scenarios #spicy Novels & Stories

Tyler leaned back in his chair, legs spread wide. “Good girl. Tell us one fantasy you’ve never told your husband. Something dirty that gets that married pussy wet when you’re alone.” I laughed a little, shifting on the couch, feeling the damp spot growing in my panties. My mind raced back to nights touching myself thinking about rough hands and filthy words. “Okay, truth. Sometimes I imagine getting fucked by more than one guy at once. Not gentle. Hard, pinning me down, taking turns until I’m shaking and dripping everywhere. Jake would freak if he knew I thought about shit like that.”

“Maybe. I bet she eats pussy like a pro.” “Mmm yeah,” says Sandra dreamily, then looks straight at you. “Imagine this, Ryan. You can be fucking Scar Son from behind, while she’s licking me out at the same time. God, that would be soooo hot!” You’ve actually imagined this scenario in the past! You make a strangled whimpering sound that you hope they didn’t hear, and your cock swells instantly in your pants. “Sounds fun,” you croak. “Or would you prefer to be fucking me while she’s licking your balls?” asks Sandra sweetly.

To be honest, It felt extremely hot at that moment that I can still feel my throat getting dried simply thinking about it. I close my eyes and visualize the entire scene again. I imagine how his hands wrapped around my waist possessively. I remember the unambiguous desire burning in his eyes. The intensity with which he was looking at me. It still makes my knees wobbly. I grab the water bottle from the table and take a sip from it to erase the uneasiness forming in my throat. I start imagining weird things. How I wished he would have kissed me at that moment. How would have it felt to have his large hands roam all over my body? I clearly felt the spark between us but before anything can happ

I imagined him tripping and falling on top of me, grabbing my breasts in the process. I imagined falling into him, then having him pick me up in his strong arms. I also imagined many, far less innocent scenarios. I wanted to run my hands all over his body. Hell, I wanted to run my tongue all over his body. I also really wanted to see the last part left hidden from me.

I tighten my grip and pump myself harder, imagining it’s Ashley’s tight little pussy instead of my hand. The usual stream of images floods my brain—me on top of her, fucking her while she looks up at me, fucking her from behind, her riding me with her tits bouncing in a hypnotic rhythm. Each scene is more vivid than the last until I get to the final one, the one I always save for last.

And the most shameful thing if you ask me about this entire conversation was that I felt a heated stirring in between my legs . Its really was a dirty scene but contrary to my reluctance and eww factor , the scene indeed unravelled itself in my mind . Naked and sprawled over him , working my mouth on his c*ck as I tried my best to please him . He was in control even in my imagination , if he desired ; he could seriously hurt me but because of reasons unknown I knew he won't . I shook my head trying to get rid of the less than pleasant image from my mind . I really couldn't afford to play this game anymore , if I wanted I could make it real , I knew that Jacob was all up for that but the pric

I want you to fuck my pussy while you suck my nipples and bite at the little rings. ‘And?’ Ross said, his face impassive as he forked up the spicy tomato sauce. ‘And...and...I want you to push a finger into my anus, while you suck my clitoris and lick up my juices. I want to make you come inside me.’ Stacey squirmed on the cool seat, pressing her pouting, thickened sex-lips against the now warm wood. Her juices had seeped down to pool on the chair. She could hardly believe she was saying these things. They usually didn’t speak during sex. But that was then. Somehow this was now —a new time. A time of endless possibilities. Lord, what a birthday this was turning out to be!

I imagined his powerful arms rippling as he clutched my hips, his thick, erect cock ploughing into my wet pussy. The image was so vivid that it made me let out a small cry as I imagined how Fred would stick his tongue down my throat, hungrily tasting every inch of my mouth… God, I wish it would happen so badly. My core ached and quivered at the thought of him laying me on the table at their desk. I'd fantasized about having rough sex with them in that damned study, and it was getting to me.

“Imagine my mouth breathing hot air against your cunt right now, my tongue running through your pretty slit over and over again like a dog. I'm eating your pussy like I'm fucking starved, Princess. Whatever you're thinking, think deeper.” God. I could barely care less about my environment right now. My hands immediately tightened on the sheets, trying not to lose control too fast. “Imagine my tongue deep inside you right now, in and out, in and out, fast, faster, no stopping.” As he spoke, I imagined everything happening and it was making a mess of me. I felt so good down there, Jesus.

He got jealous imagining her with another man, so instead of that he imagined her with himself. Maybe on this couch, inside her bedroom, on top of kitchen slab and of cource shower sex would have been her favourite part of the day. On this very couch he would have kissed her lips senselessly, beside that drawer she would have pushed him away after a hot making out session perhaps on that dining table. Asher kept making scenarios in his mind gazing at every corner of the apartment. The thought of Her moaning his name, and crying for his touch on her made him gulp hard. He hated his mind for not listing to him and showing him the image of her being fucked by him which was purely a creepy tho