Power Fantasy Mga Nobela at Kwento

I slipped my hand inside my panties and touched myself directly, gasping at how wet and slippery I had become. I imagined him pushing me gently against his desk, lifting my skirt, and sliding his hand between my legs. In my fantasy, his fingers were veiny and muscular as they explored me, rubbing my clit and then pushing slowly inside me. “Oh…” I whispered, my hips rocking against my own hand. I pushed one finger inside myself, then two, pumping them slowly while my thumb continued rubbing my clit. The fantasy became more vivid. I saw Mr. Blackwood unbuckling his belt, pulling out his thick cock, and rubbing the head against my virgin entrance.

“I asked you a question, I expect you to answer.” My tongue caught in my throat. He was being authoritative, and normally it pissed me off when he was demanding. This time was different though, it turned me on. It was his dominant voice, one he had used on me only a few times. Each time ending in earth shattering orgasms. His hand found my hip. “Fantasy- the forming of mental images, especially wondrous or strange fancies; imaginative conceptualizing,” his other hand found my cheek. “What were you imagining when I said fantasy?”

I had never even fought before, but I watched enough anime to have an idea of how it would turn out. John chuckled bitterly, biting his lip. “One of the men was holding a young woman by her neck, getting ready to snap her neck. I quickly ran over, but I could even lay a punch. Turns out vampires do have super speed and super strength too. He punched me into the wall. I could barely breathe. “Well well well. What do we have here? A little superhero?”

It was always worse when she came home. She closed her eyes and let the familiar fantasy take over. Kai. Forty-five years old. Tall, broad-shouldered, with that quiet, dangerous kind of handsomeness that had ruined her for boys her own age. In her mind he wasn’t gentle. He never was. He had her bent over the edge of this same bed, one large hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise as he slammed into her from behind. Thick. Stretching her open with every deep, merciless thrust. She could almost hear the wet sound of her pussy taking him, almost feel the heavy slap of his hips against her ass.

"You're insane." "I'm being practical." He set the folder on her ruined coffee table. "You marry me. I get voting control of your shares. You get my protection, my resources, and enough money to disappear if everything goes sideways. We maintain the facade for twelve months while I destroy David's operation and secure my company. After that, we divorce quietly, you keep your shares and the settlement, and we never see each other again." "That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard." "More ridiculous than being murdered for shares in a company you didn't know existed three days ago?" Victor's expression didn't change. "I'm offering you survival, Ms. Grant. I'd suggest you take it serious

Direct, strong, and dare I say, manly. Our kiss breaking, he kept my eyes locked on his, using my hair as a lever. "For me, though, I'm looking for something more primal. Savage. This is what is so easy for someone outsider to look in and call me a chauvinist, someone who just hates women and wants to exert power over them." I blinked at him, not quite fully sure what to make of it. "Exerting power, yes, that's part of the fantasy. But I love women. I love a woman more when they love each and every little cruelty I give to them as if it were a pleasure."

In a brutal fantasy world where power is measured by dominance and desire, King Torvald rules with an iron fist and an insatiable hunger for the biggest, thickest cocks in the realm. Whether raiding enemy camps, claiming conquered warriors, or venturing into forbidden territories, Torvald takes what he wants... on his throne, in the battlefield, or deep in ancient ruins. When no worthy cock is near, he hunts for the legendary “Titan’s Gift,” the largest and most powerful cock ever rumored to exist. Raw, merciless, and dripping with lust, this is a story of a king who would burn kingdoms for the perfect fuck.

Trigger warning: Stage Rape content. Please, if you're too sensitive to noncon-con, or it's not your fetish, I'd suggest you jump to the next story. This is brutally unapologetic. Much love from my end 💖 Theme: Rape fetish, magic, freeze and fuck, bestie fantasy, multiple orgasm, masturbation... AMAYA.

"That I had this 'talent'?" "When you touched me, when your hand touched my breast, I could feel it." "Oh. So, let me get this straight, we can just walk into other people's dreams, make them do anything we want, and persuade them to do stuff in real life when they wake up?" "Pretty much, but it's not a matter of persuasion. You have to override their sleeping will with yours. Everything we do is a matter of willing things to go the way we want. Do you understand?"

"I need to ask two very personal questions. Do you ever watch p**n when you masturbate, and do you ever use toys on yourself?" Maria looked a little embarrassed. "No to both," she replied. "I like the idea, though. Would it help, do you think?" "Almost certainly," Scott answered. "If you were to watch pornography, what sort of thing would turn you on, do you think?" Maria thought for some time. "Well, I do have a fantasy of being tied up and used by a dominant girl. A cruel, dominant girl who'd use me for her own gratification. I'd be unable to do anything. I'd love it if she sat on my face and made herself cum. Mmmm, that would be so hot, I think."