Spell Fantasies Novels & Stories

I spent hours alone reading my books, with the image of Jack’s cock print on his shorts constantly flashing before my eyes. I distracted myself, moving everywhere reading different topics. But it never stopped flashing before my eyes. I was reading, and I started feeling my pussy throbbing, soaking my panties. My nipples felt hard and aching. I went to take a shower to relieve myself of those thoughts. In the bathroom, I stood before the mirror, and saw Jack behind me. His hand wrapped around my neck and his other hand fondling my tits. I turned on the tap and poured water onto my face, ending all lustful hallucinations.

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

My pussy clamped down hard on the dildo. No. Stop. That's wrong. But my body didn't listen. The fantasy twisted; Sebastian’s hands instead of Marcus’s, his younger, harder thrusts, his voice younger and rougher while calling me something dirty while mom slept in the next room. Forbidden. Slick and hot. I fucked myself faster. Harder. The vibrator mashed against my clit until stars burst behind my eyelids. “I'm gonna come…fuck daddy… I’m gonna squirt thinking about you…” I didn't say whose name. Didn't want to know.

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

Until dawn crept through the curtains. Until the package arrived. Until tomorrow became today. And the fantasy The forbidden, addictive, all-consuming fantasy Became forever. Fade out on the snow. On two new passports lying open on the dresser. On two gold bands glinting in the wea k morning light. On her moan soft, satisfied as he whispered against her skin: “The fantasy never has to end.”

"There is you and me; we are fucking, and you stop, dragging me out of the room, into one of the rooms in Lustful Surrender, men and women watching, as you fuck me there. slowly the single men join in, I watch as you get pleasure from me being fucked in every hole by other men." "The couples around are playing with each other, having sex; every now and then a couple would come over, both of them fucking me, with toys or his cock. I feel greedy, and like royalty all those people wanting to touch me, wanting to fuck me in any way they can." I would never and have never told anyone that fantasy, but since meeting Sean, it has gotten stronger, with him in the lead role and his business there as

I wouldn’t stop doing every dirty, twisted thing my mind could come up with, until she screamed, unable to handle it anymore. Cazzo! Why couldn’t I stop fantasizing about her? It was like ever since she saw Daliah and me by the pool my body kept wanting her, lusting after her. I remember imagining it was Natalia I’d been tongue fucking instead and I’d never been that hard in my life. After Daliah went to bed that night, I rubbed my cock fantasizing about Natalia. What would it be like to shut her bratty mouth with my cock? Fuck her throat so hard, it felt sore for days.

But the one that destroys every inch of your body till you're loose. My pussy hiss between my legs, a nasty slutty attention-seeking bud that won't stop leaking. I can smell my wetness, feel it run down my thighs. ‘Brit, freaking beg!’ My brain screams, snatching me to order. I want to, but I also don't want to. First, this will be my door, but the best part is that I’ll die happy. Seeing my dark fantasies trapped in a room gives me a certain high. I’ll be a damn liar if I say I haven't dreamed of being used, fucked with all of this on me.

“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—”

My Grandma would probably freak out if she heard it… I figured that for her, our family's curse was actually sacred. On top of it all, I found my dreams of my boss more and more annoying. It felt like each time I dreamt about him something was possessing my body. I couldn't react like I normally would, it was like I suddenly was becoming someone else entirely. There was some “other me” in those dreams. I could feel everything that other me was feeling, but I didn't have any control over her body. It was like I was experiencing her life as it was, or entering a kind of fantasy… That made me meet with a rude awakening every morning after that. I truly wished those dreams would never happen aga