Mr Fantasy Novels & Stories

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.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 � ��𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲.

I shouted, my voice trembling with a mix of rage and desperation. The door creaked open anyway. I was ready to scream, ready to tear into whoever had the nerve to ignore the 'closed' sign, until the door swung wide and I saw him. Robby Maddox. He was twenty-four, a former college athlete who looked like he’d been carved out of granite. He had a strong, square jaw and arms that looked built for the sole purpose of holding a woman down and making her beg. He stood at six-foot-three, and his hazel eyes always had this way of looking at me that made me feel like he was undressing me right there in the hallway.

“And you wanted me to notice.” “Yes.” He hooked his fingers into her thong and dragged it down her thighs, letting it pool at her ankles. Cool air hit her soaked pussy. He groaned softly. “Look at you. Dripping down your legs already.” One thick finger traced her seam, gathering wetness, then pushed inside without warning. She moaned, pushing back. He added a second finger, pumping slow and deep, curling to hit that spot that made her knees buckle. “You’ve been fantasizing about this, haven’t you?” he said against her ear, leaning over her. “About me bending you over my desk and fucking you raw while the campus walks by outside.”

“How so?” Maya laughed softly. “Let’s just say she’s not exactly… from our world.” A pause. “She’s sweet,” Maya continued, her voice dripping with false generosity. “But she’s had a bit of a colorful past, you know. She tends to… attach herself to men with influence.” The woman’s brows lifted slightly. “Bryan Blackwood is… generous,” Maya added, shrugging. “He likes projects.” At another table, Maya leaned toward a man in his fifties, a board member of a multinational conglomerate.

Kisha quietly made her way to the door, didn’t want to make her presence known to Mylo. Her inside was building, clenching her walls tightly. She never gets horny easily but she needed a release badly right now. She entered her car, pulled down her panties and began to beat her meat, exploring her wonder land, bucking her hips against her fingers. Corey…damn me !!! she called out his name grinding fiercely till she came. Her breathing was rasped. She made a mess of herself but this time she refused to cry. She fantasized about Corey’s hands, because her traitor brain remembers them better than she wanted.

I am secretary to my boss Michael, he has high self-esteem, he was also a cold and ruthless billionaire boss, and is loyal to his girlfriend. I once spied on them having a good time, it was intentional at first but I just couldn’t leave. He didn’t mix work with pleasure, they just had a short go that day.

My fingers found my clit—already slick, already begging—and the first slow circle made my back arch so hard water sloshed over the edge. “Oh God,” I whispered, even though I knew it was the wrong name to say. I stroked faster. Two fingers sliding over and around my clit while my other hand came up to pinch my nipple the way I imagined he might. The water made everything slippery, louder. I slipped one finger inside myself, then two, curling them the way I’d done every morning for weeks. My hips rocked up to meet my hand. The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made sta

Kenneth had to close the Diamond Hotel in Freedonia and schedule a fifteen-minute power outage to make it happen. So, in Freya’s view, they had reached their quota. However, Kenneth hissed. He pressed his lips against her ear and revealed, “Yeah, well. We are done with the three hundred fantasies, but over the past three years, I have come up with new fantasies.” Freya: “...” “You are kidding me, right?” she asked in horror. Kenneth pulled Freya closer to him. He said in a sultry voice, “Tonight, I’m going to tie you up.”

Yan pouted and April glared reluctantly at her. “ Pleeeeease” Yan pleaded. April let out a frustrating groan. “ Fine, I won’t tell him a thing” She said. “ Promise?” Yan asked. “ Promise” She replied and Yan beamed. *. *. * Steven was busy discussing a project with Mr. Feng, a director of an animation industry. Steven’s female secretary, Miley, was also present and she did most of the talking. Steven paid rapt attention. Well not until his phone buzzed, snapping his attention to it.