Imagines With Visuals Novels & Stories

A smile breaks through my expression when I see the image of a large, veiny dick she once sent to me and asked me to imagine the dick belonged to one of my rejected mates. “Imagine what you're missing out on, Beth.” She’d attached the words to the image. To buttress her point, she sent me a picture of a woman sandwiched between two masculine figures, her head thrown back in ecstasy and her hair swirling around them. It's a beautifully sensual image. And she wrote, “This could be you, my dearest Nun.” I jerk my attention away when I realize I'm actually envisioning myself in the image, between four particular gorgeous Nobles… Who I should not be thinking about like this ever again.

Stephanie whispered. “What’s happening to me?” moaned Andrea in distress, before grabbing her newly-formed cock and jerking it furiously. Stephanie stepped backward nervously. “Um… yeah Andrea, do that. Maybe if you, um, finish off… maybe it will go away…” Nothing could have stopped Andrea from doing exactly that. Her fist became a blur as she jacked off her oozing cock. She closed her eyes and found herself visualizing Stephanie’s naked body. She imagined her mouth on Stephanie’s tits, her hands on Stephanie’s ass… This wasn’t how she was supposed to feel about her friend! She opened her eyes to get rid of the visions and was treated to the sight of the real Stephanie looking super-hot in h

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 know it can’t end here because my head is already filled with images of my head between her legs. And I don’t just imagine things. I create.

For a moment, the only sound was the distant sea, a low and constant hymn. Plans are easy to form. The execution is where men get impatient and die. I allowed myself one small indulgence of imagination: the image of Frank bound, handcuffed at the warehouse, his voice thin as paper under interrogation. The thought made the muscles at my throat tighten. It is important to visualize what you want. It makes the steps toward it less like stabs and more like a crafted path.

Liam's imagined whispers, his breath on my neck, his body pressed against mine – it was all so vivid, so tantalizingly real. With the showerwand in hand, I directed the warm water, the sensation heightening the fantasy, blurring the lines between reality and imagination. This was just a release, I told myself, a way to exorcise his image from my thoughts so I could refocus on what mattered – my business, my goals, the bet.

I can already visualize half of them "I want to see someone break down so badly. And I want you to start with...," I went ahead and explained everything I needed him to do, my lips stretching into a big smile as I visualized how exactly I wanted it to turn out. Not giving a fuck about how Raze widened his eyes. "I want it done as soon as possible," I said and he tilted his neck, his eyes boring into mine "Never knew you were this cruel," He chuckled, giving me a firm nod

So what if they’d gone through a few things last night… and now she knew a few things… But as soon as she sat down and saw him bathed in morning light, so cool and restrained, her mind betrayed her—immediately flashing to him in that half-open black robe, his body full of heat and desire… Worst of all, her imagination added in the part where he was alone in the bathroom, groaning— Oh, God. Candice squeezed her eyes shut like she was going crazy. She swore it wasn’t on purpose. She was an adult woman, okay? Those images just forced themselves into her head. She didn’t want to think this way. Please forgive her!

Her eyes turned white, and she slipped into a trance-like state. In this altered realm, she could see Kimberly, her presence a vivid, ethereal image in Hannah's mind's eye. As Hannah gazed deeper into the vision, she felt a sense of awe wash over her. The images unfolding before her eyes were nothing short of breathtaking. She saw Kimberly standing tall, her presence radiating an aura of confidence and strength. The young woman's future was filled with promise, her path illuminated by a brilliant light that seemed to guide her towards greatness.

These visions, though fragmented and cryptic, depicted a devastating galactic war, one sparked by a seemingly insignificant event. The Guardians, understanding the limitations of telepathy, relied on Xylos's ingenuity. He devised a device – a rudimentary dream projector – that could translate the Dreamweaver's visions into a cohesive narrative. As the projector whirred to life, the room pulsed with a mesmerizing light. Images flickered across the screen – battleships raining fire, planets ravaged by war, and a chilling wave of despair engulfing the galaxy. The raw emotions emanating from the visions left the delegates of both factions shaken.