Imagines Novels & Stories

"You're dressed to impress, aren't you?" Sande asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at Eds. "I don't know what you're talking about," Eds murmured, turning away to hide her pink cheeks. "You don't expect me to wear rags, do you?" "Of course not." Sande shot her friend a secretive smile. "Pretend you don't know what I'm talking about all you like." "That's exactly what I'm doing," Eds assured her.

Tomorrow, I'd be visiting the flooded packs, moving around with a boner isn't a fate I'd gladly sign up for. When I grabbed my shaft to get to work, I shut my eyes and there she was in my imagination. I was thrusting inside of her, and she was welcoming each thrust with her enchanting screams of pleasure. And she was here, on my bed, naked. I hadn't realized how lost I'd been in my imagination until I felt the hot slimy substance on my hand. I opened my eyes to my cums spewed in different directions in the bathroom. I leaned against the wall, shutting my eyes again, deciding to live in my imagination through the night. Because somehow, I fancied it more than my reality. In my imagination, we

"I just, I don't want my fantasy to influence you to do something you don't want to do." "Hmm," she said, the hum vibrating through her chest until she imagined he could feel it under his hand. "I've never really done any of these things," she said, gesturing vaguely at the room around them. "Some of it can be quite fun," he said with a teasing tilt of his eyebrow. "I guess it could."

Shit Witch, I don’t care that she has a real name to me she will always be Shit Witch, dumped me here without anything. Though if this is my mind, why can’t I manifest things? I mean, all things are possible if you believe. And I’m in my mind, the Shit Witch is just imposing her magic on it to keep me here. So by all rights, I can make things change to suit my wants, needs, and desires.

Avon sitting on the couch smiled and grinned at her. She was having crazy thoughts. Could she push him all the way down and unbutton his shirt? Would he have hair on his chest? God, what was wrong with her? Her fantasies were taking over. “Want a drink?” Avon asked handing her a beer. “Sure” her eyes shot back to his face and she tried to remember what they'd been talking about.

Travelling to an imaginary world, Juliet didn't allow her hands stop at a place, she sent it down to her thighs, and started rubbing it gently, while looking into space, and speaking to an unknown and unseen figure, only existing in her head, whom she named Craig, who was also responding to her. "I have always wanted you Craig, and now that I have you so close to me, I am never going to allow anyone come between us". She says as she undressed, slowly, spreading her legs wider, as she gently touched her needy pot, stroking her clitoris to get her wetness, imagining that it was being done by her imaginary Craig.

“And who is Mr. Wade?” “A man who is very rich and has power over some authorities in this country and many more.” She replied and he ruffled her hair, she smiled as he also fixed it. “You can do anything you want in there, you can also say anything you want. Don't feel intimidated, you are way bigger than them, show them that.” He said and she nodded in response, he hit her forehead slightly and she pouted. “Sorry, I mean yes.” She said and he pulled her closer to himself, they both walked in and Xalia felt tense.

The invitation arrived in a plain black envelope, no return address, slipped under her apartment door like a secret. Inside: a single heavy card, embossed in silver. Velvet Rope Society Saturday, 11 p.m. One night. One rule: everything is consensual. Bring only your desire. Lila had heard whispers about the club—exclusive, hidden somewhere beneath the city, a place where the wealthy and the wicked gathered to buy and sell pleasure. She’d always told herself it was myth. Fantasy fodder for late-night scrolling.

Imagine fucking her throat while she looks up at me with those big brown eyes. I imagine bending her over the sink, driving into her from behind, watching myself disappear into her tight cunt. I imagine her in my bed—not Rob’s bed, my bed back at my pack house. Imagine waking up to her every morning, her scent all over my sheets, my marks all over her skin. I imagine her pregnant with my pup, her belly round and full, her body ripe with my claim. That last image sends me over the edge. I come harder than I have in years, my release hitting the tile wall in thick ropes while I groan her name into the shirt. My legs actually shake, and I have to brace myself against the wall to keep from falli

She’s not a mommy’s girl nor a daddy’s girl. Askar Is a 17 year old who is Hindu and Immortal. Who cannot be destroyed. His Ancestors' religion is Hindu, which haunts him. He doesn’t quite fit well in his family. It all changes when he gets turned immortal by his human mom who births him.. His life flashes before his eyes seeing his mom die while birthing him will hunt him for all the years he shall live. Sooner than later he is a vampire trying to fit in with the humans. He isn’t like any other vampire, he doesn’t thrust for human blood. He is more disgusted with it, that each time his dad brought home some human for him to try, he would instantly puke it out. But what he really craves is a