Imagined Synonym Novels & Stories

I cursed myself for entertaining such treacherous thoughts, but they persisted, flooding my mind with unwanted visions. I imagined the gentle brush of his fingertips, the soft caress of his lips, and the shiver-inducing sensation of his mouth on mine. My mind's eye conjured images of myself beneath him, arching in ecstasy as he awakened sensations I'd never known. The Darkness within me reveled in these depraved fantasies, refusing to relinquish its hold on my imagination.

He was my stinky, disgusting, rotting fish who also happened to be sinfully handsome and had a huge, delightful cock. Now my mind was imagining actual fish with actual dicks, and my gorge rose. Penises and fish just did not mix. Liam’s face creased. “You okay?” I was going to—I didn’t know. Puke, cry, laugh. Could you do all three at once? Was there a word for that? Under the dictionary, there should be a word for what I’d done last night. Synonyms would include: idiot, moron, and imbecile. Antonyms would include: Mari Wright up until she got drunk last night and married a stranger.

It seemed as if there had been a possibility, however faint, for his mother to return from the depths of despair. In his mind's eye, Tiger conjured visions of alternate realities, of a life where his mother's smile remained untarnished. He imagined himself as a guardian angel, watching over her, shielding her from the storms that raged within their home. In these imagined scenarios, he could rewrite the past, erasing the pain that had plagued her and replacing it with a life filled with joy and contentment.

Cathy asked. "What is?" "Whenever you want something so badly, you always imagine what it would be like when you have it, what you would do when the time comes ... and when you finally have it," she shrugged, "It doesn't feel like anything you thought it would." "Yeah? How does it feel like?"

For a moment I felt lucky, but the next moment I had to fall again. "I miss Mom..." I wanted to hug her and tell her everything. The burden I carried in this fictional world was heavier than working in my original world. Hmmm... Fiction. It seems I have a glimmer of an idea. Fiction is just like a dream, right? So I have to imagine something to get what I want. So I decided to close my eyes, imagined the prison cell opening, and sure enough, the prison cell door opened! I was free! Unfortunately, the next thing that happened was...

Possessive. The imagination has me moaning louder and shamelessly, the pressure of my impending orgasm building higher and higher with every filthy thrust of my fingers. Another loud moan slips out of me as I keep fucking my drenched pussy, my legs spreading wider, my imagination expanding into a filthier version as I dream of strong hands replacing mine on my breasts and a girthy hard cock replacing my fingers inside my pussy. My stalker’s girthy hard cock.

I bіt оut, nоt wanting thаt mеmоrу to lіngеr any longer thаn nееd bе. “Well, Chаnnіng became оur thіrd аnd wеll, Iz, уоu know I hаvе a gооd imagination.” Mеаnіng a vеrу dіrtу іmаgіnаtіоn.

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.

It just is. I didn’t have that anymore. For one thing, the things I imagined seemed almost as real as actual memories. As my paranoia built, I pictured myself running out into the desert, screaming in panic – and I kept thinking, Oh my God, maybe I already WAS out in the desert screaming, and I just don’t realize that I already did it. Or worse, maybe I’m running out in the desert this very moment, and I just don’t realize that I’m actually DOING IT RIGHT NOW. I only THINK I’m still back here on the road, when I’m REALLY out THERE, running around and screaming.

I wish we could always share such a sweet relationship. "Great. I am here so that we can get the best night partner. What do you think?" He taught me the term "night partner" to cover up our dirty deeds. He got a crafty brain from our father. "Good Idea. Don't you think what will happen if Father finds out about what we did here? " My friend Oscar is close to my family because his mother is my very distant aunt. He is almost like a cousin to me. "Let's see what night brings to us."