Male Fantasy Meaning Novels & Stories

And despite the fucked up situation we found ourselves in, my arousal stirred in my pants. I had been compelled to witness Malik claiming her in front of the entire pack. While I understood the necessity and significance of her taking charge, my gut churned and I clenched my teeth, feeling a pang of uncertainty. Malik and I had already reached an understanding regarding our relationship, but for the first time, I felt a sense of doubt. Wolves had insatiable sexual desires, and their emotions often manifested in that way. Lust, anger, jealousy—every intense feeling led to arousal. It gave a whole new meaning to the term "makeup sex."

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Nadia returned Angel's scrutiny, feeling quite out of her element and with intense possessive lust. Something inside her was fuelling the weird feeling of proprietorship and another, she was sure must be the logical and sane one, was urging her to run while she still could, reminding her that this ‘being’ was not the mere human males she was used to. This one was a powerful creature beyond her wildest dream and while it was fun to dream and fantasy about him, in real life, he was a dangerous predator and an alpha one of his kind

Rolling her eyes to the back her head while her hands could not tug her lover's lush raven hair; all Maleficent could do was curl her toes against the plush mattress of the bed as she lay spread eagle in front of her grinning lover who was thrusting his masculinity all the way inside her, scratching her feminine walls – hitting the right places with every angle he took. “You know what, Maleficent? Haah… You are the only person whom I could not picture out to live without.” Damon the not-so Prideful Prince of the Nether World leaned down, not to kiss her lips but to trace his tongue on the left part of her face. To prove his conviction, he pounded into her like madman possessed. "Fuck! You ar

“Feeling both of you at the same time… sharing every moan and every orgasm… it’s addictive.” Elena kissed me softly. Marcus nuzzled my neck, his hand gently cupping my breast. “The Shared Fantasy feels dangerous,” Elena whispered with a smile. “In the best way possible.” I smiled, feeling completely satisfied but already thinking about the next round. “I have one more fantasy I want to share tonight,” I whispered, my voice turning playful. “I want to watch Marcus fuck you, Elena… while I sit on your face. And I want to tell you both exactly how hot it looks.”

“Like… what kind? Praise or Fifty Shades?” He smiled. “Never read either of them. I want someone to please. With pain. With pleasure. Safely. Consensually. Not at your place. Not at mine. Neutral ground. A place called Fantasies.” I licked my lips. He made it sound tempting. I wasn’t that kind of woman. At least I didn't think I was. “That’s a very generous offer, but—”

I’ve always known Mark gets off on the idea of other men wanting me. He’s told me so many times, whispering it hot against my neck while he’s buried balls-deep inside me with a voice that is gravel-rough. He tells me to imagine them watching me get fucked and to imagine them taking turns stretching my greedy little cunt. I used to blush and change the subject, but now I crave it so badly my thighs clench just remembering his words. We played with the fantasy for months as dirty talk turned vicious during sex. I’d send him mirror selfies in lingerie with captions like “Ready for company tonight?” and watch his cock jump every time I described being passed around like a party favor. Last week

“Only my wolf gets the pleasure of your voice? You know, you are mine, not his. He didn’t want me to have sex with your mom. No, he wanted me to wait for our fated mate. Like that made any difference. She’s a useless cow that can’t produce the heir that I need.” “We didn’t have ‘sex’ Kent, you raped me. There’s a difference, and that difference is called consent.” I retort, even though he wasn’t speaking to me, but to Maddie. “Fated mate? What is that?” I close my mouth, realizing my curiosity took over.

Maxwell paled, then pushed her chair back so quickly in an attempt to stand that she almost tripped over it. My eyes flew to Beta Nichols. He looked conflicted. I decided then to let a little of my temper be known. “Have you ever heard of the hot male matrix?” I asked him. He looked over at me, baffled. “The what?” “It is an online theory that has become popular amongst certain she-wolves. It essentially posits that the hotter a male, the bigger the a&&hole.” I glanced at Ms. Maxwell, who was standing stiff as a board.

“What do you want to do, Marco! It's in your office!" Marco opened all the articles of his clothes, exposing his very muscular chest. Sometimes Jasmine still felt scared when she saw this man without clothes. He looks ... Wild. "We are talking about sex fantasy. This is one of my fantasies… doing it at my desk!' He said that and he managed to take off all of Jasmine's clothes in seconds. He pulled Jasmine to her feet to make his mission easier. He is a man on a mission.