Male Fantasy Meaning Novels & Stories

A molten need unfurled inside of me, and I crave something soft, something MALE! I felt so horny more than I’d ever be, even when I'd watched pornography in the past. Then he opened his mouth and breathed out the two words that I never imagined to hear, “My Mate?”

I'm not sure how to work with that. Him: No. I just want to go. Always have. Me: How is that a fantasy? Him: I've fantasized about going. Just never actually done it. Me: That doesn't count. It's not even sexual. Him: You never specified 'sexual.' Me: I said 'filthiest'!!! Him: You can't tell me I wouldn't be filthy after La Tomatina. I can't believe it. I can't freaking believe it. He's wheedling out of a real answer by arguing semantics?

I want to feel her body yielding beneath mine, want to hear her screams of pleasure and pain as I take her harder, faster, deeper than she's ever been taken before. Sometimes, the lines between fantasy and reality blur until I'm not sure what's real anymore. I find myself touching myself, rubbing my cock to the point of pain as I picture Marianna tied to my bed, helpless and vulnerable, at my mercy. I imagine the marks I'll leave on her skin, the bruises I'll inflict as I use her for my own twisted pleasure.

From when I had taken Lord Fenrik’s cock into my mouth. “Goddess!” I screamed, as I fully remembered what had occurred under the blistering moonlight. My hand fiercely on my face as I writhed not in shame, but in a wicked delight. A part of me loved it. It had been a long time since anyone had made me explode with an intense oragsm, not even Derek came close. “Maera!” He called this time, his voice ejecting me out of my fantasy. I turned my head reluctantly to his direction, eyes questionable as to why he was pestering my peace.

This unexpected encounter had awakened a side of him that he never knew existed, fueling his darkest fantasies and leaving him yearning for more. Aiden observed the scene before him, captivated by the sight of the beautiful woman getting fucked by the two brothers. His imagination sparked, and he found himself drawn into the fantasy, yearning to be the one pleasuring her. He envisioned himself intimately entwined with her, his desire intensifying as he imagined his own hands caressing her delicate features, exploring her tender lips, and savoring her. He wished it was his cock that fucking her little mouth, tight pussy and asshole.

I want to see how much he will put up with. Plus, going fast means that it will be over. And getting fucked the same time as giving head is something that I never want to be over. It ignites something deep in my fantasies, makes my blood feel like it’s on fire, and makes me feel like I’m the sexiest person alive. It is a situation that I’ve only been in a few times, so regardless of whether it is a person or a dildo between my legs, I want to drag it out as long as possible. He doesn’t seem to be on the same wavelength this time.

Valen argued moving to roll from the bed in frustration. “I don’t mean to upset you, Valen, but I can’t control the mate bond and the effect it has on me. I’m jealous and on edge because everything in me is telling me to mate and mark you.” I confessed; honesty was the best policy, right? I didn’t want to start our life together, if there was to be one, full of lies. “Mate and mark?” Valen stuttered, spinning to face me with a look of utter shock plastered across his face. “What does that mean? Mate like, like, have sex?”

“I can handle myself. And if this is about HIM, you should know better than to think I actually got hurt by that cheap game.” His voice softened, but his eyes glinted. “Besides… it’s his loss. Dante and Maya? they’re different. It’s like I’m the queen on a chessboard and....I like that feeling, I enjoy the thrill. Watching them starve and crave me—” he smirked, air-quoting with his fingers, “—I’m still messing an Enigma up.”

PRECIOUS "It's your turn Preclious," Nate yelled, "Have you ever fantasied about fucking five boys at once?" I stared at Nate, my heart pounding rapidly. He just smiled slowly, not taking his eyes off me. I would be a terrible liar to say I haven't. I had fantasized about it. In all those harem stories I read, my mind had always wondered what it would feel like to have multiple men completely surrounded by me, filled in all sides with their cum, and getting touched all over.

My happiness stemmed not from the mere discovery of my mate's presence, but rather from the prospect of fulfilling my fantasy of having sex with my mate. Yes, you read that correctly. I was happy because I thought I could finally fulfill my fantasy with my mate. My friends often talked about how sex with your mate is better than with anyone else. Although, I've had experiences with various partners, both human and she-wolves, and I can say that every connection has its own unique charm.