Imagines Novels & Stories

*** Later that day, Summer went back home. [In Summer's room] Summer's room was massive, it was painted white with the blue shade of diamond; it had a walk in closet and a princess sized bed with white sheets. Her bedroom had a huge flat screen TV in it. By the side of her bed was a small electrical lamb. Her make up table and mirror was also inside her closet. Her room contained sofas with a little glass table at the middle. Her curtains were plane white and she had a huge portrait of her self in the room. Chloe had always fancy the color White and she knew how to maintain it.

"No way! This is not happening!" I said to myself while looking at the mirror. Why is the reflection on the mirror different? Her eyes, were glistening purple, sculpted upon her creamy face like dazzling amethyst. Strands of molten gold tumbled out of her scalp, cascading down her back like a waterfall. Lips as red as roses, crystal white teeth, hourglass-shaped body. This girl is the perfect cover for FHM magazine or she could be the next Victoria Secret Angel! Hold on, her appearance is similar to the character design of Valeria Falsen that I drew for Callista's novel.

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.

They talked about their day, their dreams, and their shared interests, their voices creating an intimate connection despite the physical distance between them. As they spoke, Catalina allowed her imagination to wander. She envisioned their next meeting, the way his eyes would light up when he saw her, the warmth of his embrace, and the way his lips would press against hers in a passionate kiss. It was a thrilling anticipation, a rush of emotions that swept through her like a tidal wave.

He looked at me in disbelief. "So, I just imagined that?" I couldn't believe it I asked myself. "I don't know about you Trix, you're disgusting, do you imagine I kissed you?!" IMAGINE? IS IT JUST AS IN MY IMAGINE? AM I REALLY JUST IMAGING THAT? HUHUH IT'S AWESOME!!! I THOUGHT THAT WAS TRUE! but that's impossible! It's impossible for me to imagine that, can anyone imagine it as if it were true?

He frowned. Mya scratched her head, unable to figure out what the reason was. Suddenly, Adrian smiled. "I know where the lake is." "Where?" Mya asked with a surprised look. He explained, “This image is vague because the lake doesn't exist in the real world. It's in an illusion. The Uduma Desert is an illusion caused by Enigma City, and we don't know how it came to be."

He sighed with his eyes closed, and with a brief exhale, his soul poured out. Impermanence Of Reality In these plane, reality isn't real and imaginative. Everything that exists within is not real, reality within the plane is dependent and depends on the imaginations of it inhabitants to manifest. Immediately William intruded the plane's peace, his imaginations marginalised birthing different aspects into reality. Mostly, peace and order.

I imagined him in his car last night jerking off into his underwear before falling asleep. I sniffed the crusty patch and stuck out my tongue. Sure enough, it had a salty bitter taste. My cock was rock hard and making more stains in my sweats. I pushed them down and let them drop to the floor. I grabbed hold of my dick and stroked it while I licked and sucked the material rehydrating his cum. I imagined I was sucking his cock and tasting the precum directly from its source. I could smell his crotch and balls and imagined I was licking them.

she asked. He nodded and opened his eyes. "That's more along the lines of Hyperphantasia. It's being able to conjure extremely vivid images in your mind. I don't think you actually have Hyperphantasia, but I'd say your above normal." "Okay," he said. "What's this got to do with anything?" "I'm getting there," she said. "Use that ability. Picture Jessie in your head, misbehaving." He slowly nodded and gave her a looked at her curiously. "Is there some ulterior motive for this?" he asked.

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.