Imagines Novels & Stories

Her jaw clenches, toes curling into the sheets as she gives herself five more minutes of this bliss before the busy world demands she put on a bra and pretend to be a functioning member of society. She holds the squeeze, body vibrating, waiting for the hot mess of her climax. In the imagination of her mind, she sees a broad-shouldered, beardy man who has a chiseled, muscular physique that looks like it was carved from granite. He’s the faceless man that’s lived in her imagination for years. In her mind’s eye, he’s between her legs, using a tireless tongue to eat her brains out. She knows he exists. She knows that when their energies finally collide, she’ll unlock a level of filth and euphori

With each step they take, they draw closer to the heart of the mystery, and the line that separates reality from fantasy becomes ever thinner. The visions persist, their spell unbroken a tapestry of enchantment woven into the new character's consciousness. Intrigue dances like firelight in their eyes, igniting a thirst for understanding that cannot be quenched. Their thoughts are consumed by the images that have taken root, a symphony of colors and shapes that defy logic. The call of curiosity is too strong to resist, and they find themselves drawn into a quest that transcends the boundaries of their everyday life.

Noah Ellis had a theory about Mason Reed. The theory was this: Mason was the most self-aware person Noah had ever met who worked the hardest to pretend he wasn't. Everything Mason did, the jokes, the charm, the easy confidence that filled whatever room he walked into, was deliberate. Not fake, Noah had never thought it was fake, but deliberate, the way an architect is deliberate, building something functional and beautiful that also happened to hide its own foundations. Most people never looked for the foundations.

Just my imagination. Right?

“Do you have a dog? Is that what it normally does?” “No, my ma won’t let me. I just know how dogs would behave in the same situation.” “Amazing. You are like an outsider to your own body. You are able to project yourself out of yourself and into the self of other beings.” “Duh. There’s a word for it,” Kate said. “Imagination.” “Please use some more of this ‘imagination’. I would like to see the world straight through human eyes. Please lend your eyes to me.” “I don’t think I’m the right person…”

Or was it because he was imagining himself pounding into her quim just now, even though he didn't dare moan out her name? And her upper body had nothing covering it. Her exposed breasts looked even better than he'd imagined, her nipples begged for attention, to be pinched, licked, kneaded, sucked... And her lips right now, how tasty they looked... How would it feel like to have her soft lips stretch and wrap perfectly around his cock...? 'No!' he thought, quickly dismissing such thoughts, feeling ashamed of himself. How dare he ogle at his stepdaughter's nudity? He averted his gaze. "Go away. Stop whatever you're doing." He said through gritted teeth.

was saved on my phone. Ohh how I miss that lady but why was she calling me,she only did when she had the latest gist in town or she is sleeping with another man she thinks she's in love with. I was still feeling so sleepy, I wanted to allow the visions of the night to give way to the day, to move from that which I create on a whim to things more fixed and real.

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.

Slamet looks confused by the pose Varet made. “You’ll see,” Varet said. Varet was concentrating and suddenly those cassava roots lifted to the sky and flew to the basket next to Slamet. Slamet was shocked by seeing what just happened. “Can this power realize our dream?” Varet asked. “Wh... What was that??” Slamet was still shocked. “Let’s call it Doki-Doki. A power focused on one’s imagination.” Varet replied. “What’s imagination?” Slamet looked confused.

Closing my eyes, I let my hand and my imagination give me the rest of it. **