Impregnation Fantasy Stories Novels & Stories

Beautiful. I tilt my head. "You have many books like this... Are they mating guides?" She groans. “Oh my god—no! They are not guides! They are… they are stories, okay? Fiction! Fantasy!” I nod solemnly. “Training scrolls.” “NO.” I rise slowly, holding the book like sacred text. “You studied these to prepare. You have wanted a mate like me for a long time.” “I’m going to pass out.” “You are ready for me.”

“It’s perfect… I’ll never take it off.” “I’ll never leave you,” she whispered fiercely, nestling into his chest. “I’ll never want anyone else. You’ve ruined me for everyone forever.” He kissed her deeply, possessively, his arms tightening around her. “Good. Because I’ll keep corrupting you, claiming you, loving you like this… forever.” They fell asleep tangled together in the mirrored sanctuary, surrounded by infinite reflections of their forbidden bond. Clara was completely ruined. And she had never been happier. Forever his. THE END

I imagined whispering séxy thoughts into her ear and watching them take root. I imagined her wondering, questioning, letting curiosity win. I imagined kissing her, touching her, making her mine. I saw her lips shake as I gave her the first taste of another woman’s lips. I heard her gasp as my hands cupped her bréasts and held her ass. I imagined her giving in as I buried my tongue inside her and showed her pleasures she had never known. I had not meant to fall into the fantasy, but it dragged me under anyway. The memory fed it, made it stronger. It took over everything.

With the door to talking about sex cracked open, she added, "I enjoy a good sexual fantasy as much as the next woman, I guess. Which genres of stories do you like most?" "Normally it would be the hot-wife stories," Cheryl answered, "But I was reading a really hot incest/taboo story there the other day where the characters happened to be named Darlene, James, and Shannon." She looked Darlene in her surprised eyes and with a suggestive grin she added, "It's hard for me to imagine that's just coincidence. Did you write that story? Is that your taboo fantasy I was reading?" Darlene was a bit taken aback by her friend's blunt question, but her tone and the look on her face were certainly not judg

with articles and photos of themselves. In one area was a Fantasy posting board. It had pages of computer paper stuck up there in several categories. Each page had a brief— or sometimes really detailed fantasy— and then a person’s name at the bottom. Most of them had either a photo or a phone number as well. It was obvious that if you read a fantasy that really turned you on, these folks were inviting you to drop them a line— perhaps to enact that same fantasy. There were several that only increased the hardness of my cock that was straining against my shorts. And Carrie wasn’t helping matters at all with her bust pressed against my back. She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and

The mere recollection of our lips meeting sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't resist the temptation to let my imagination run wild. In the depths of my mind, I began to create wild fantasies, each more tantalizing than the last. I pictured covert meetings in his office, where the atmosphere crackled with anticipation, and our illicit kisses evolved into a hidden expression of longing. With each passing moment, the fantasies grew more vivid and visceral, igniting an irresistible fire within me.

I crawl back up, face to face with him and rub him between my slick folds. “My ultimate fantasy is to be the center of a very, very sexy sandwich.” I whisper between soft kisses on his chest. “Mmmmm tell me more baby.” A deep, satisfied groan escapes his lips as I tease his head at my entrance. “I want you” kiss “and someone else” kiss “one filling my ass up” kiss “and the other pounding this hot, wet little pussy.” He moans loudly as I take him all the way in. He’s rock hard and I know imagining my fantasy has him on edge.

Each was a florid fantasy, not viewed as a tale, but lived in him. He was always the main character, distinguished and adventurous, an illusion of splendor he supposed. Cavin likes them that way, it is much better than ordinary life. So if the thoughts of an insane journey still come, how was he to say he was cured? When even in a precarious voyage of the supernatural, here he was risking his life again. A true fantasy is a fixed mistaken notion that gains traction, like a wheel of a wagon on the road, it propels a person in different paths, often unpredictable and toward catastrophe.

he begged and I nodded I don't know what he really want to say. He came closer to me and sat on my bed.. "please promise me"he begged again Like seriously!! "OK since you don't trust me let's make a deal, if I get mad you'll slap me back to earth"i said "slap you? "he asked "yeah slap me"i said "hmm, deal"he said "talk already "I yelled This is not me, am really changing all because of Jace. "I would first like to apologize for making you pass through all this headache "he paused

I bellowed, my voice bouncing on the walls, vivid colors swirling. In my fantasy, I could hear Zarion’s thoughts. He was the one dominating my body, soul, and mind. This is why I like to dream, my imaginations were unfathomable. Wild and passionate. He caught a faint strand of my scent. And it only gets stronger and stronger as he enters through the window of my locked room.