Spell Fantasies Novels & Stories

But even my early morning feelings of guilt could not cloud the emotions that were raised in me by my night- time fantasies, which, as you will read, were hardly 'mainstream'! One of my first fantasies was where I was taken prisoner by a tribe of beautiful Amazons. They dragged me to their camp and stripped me naked before tying me spread-eagled between four stakes. They tormented me by whipping my exposed body; my chest, my legs and of course my cock and balls. And as they whipped me my cock grew harder and ached to be released.

instead of Cressida’s loud, confident moans. The fantasy made me fuck Cressida even harder as I gripped her hips tighter and pounded into her with brutal, punishing kind of thrusts, as my mind overlayed Glinda’s face, Glinda’s body, Glinda’s quieter whimpers onto the girl actually falling apart beneath me. “Fuck—yes, right there!” Cressida moaned, pushing back against me, completely oblivious to the other girl now living rent-free in my head while I railed her. I slapped her ass hard, watching it jiggle, imagining how Glinda’s would look rippling the same way. The mix of real heat and the sweet fantasy pushed me dangerously close as I reached around, rubbing Cressida’s clit roughly while I k

I praise Him most of all for turning the evil situation that had been hell pressed to do worse than just simply kill me, into a life made so full with happiness that I could never have asked for as much as He had given to me. In truth, my life had become a fantasy. A dream come true. Glancing back into my mate’s eyes, I could see that the same was true for him. I was well and truly his fantasy.

Saw him the same way, coming to kiss me when I was working. I keep wondering how was it possible since I just saw the guy in the picture just mere days before? My fantasies with him got more vivid, and the more vivid they were, the more solid I could see him. I started noticing something that seemed very strange to me: Even if I had pictures of the guy, the one in my fantasies looked like he was slowly changing. He still looked incredibly close to the one in the picture, but it was clear that they were not the same person. I didn't understand and thought that my writer's mind was starting to play games on me.

Little by little, I got used to the scene, finding it funny how much the woman pretended to be drugged, but at the same time reacting to everything and even smiling for malice. I pushed my covers away and started walking my hands around my body. In the absence of Pablo, I would have to manage on my own. I was a pervert, I knew that. Much more than perverted. But what could I do after having experienced a fetish with that man and being even more in need of something like that?

“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?”

Serah The sheets were still damp beneath us, the room thick with the scent of sex and sweat and the faint metallic tang of spent pleasure. I lay on my back in the wide bed, the center of my own perfect storm. For the first time in forever, my fantasy wasn’t just a fevered daydream whispered in a therapy room — it was real, warm, and breathing against my skin on both sides. Kai had curled into me like he belonged there. Which he did.

He said he was going to kill me after fucking me. My mind grew lighter, my thoughts became hazier, and I almost didn’t notice the way his body shifted. Moving away from mine.He removed his hand and backed away.It took me a few seconds to realize that he wasn’t standing on top of me anymore. And then I felt his touch on the insides of my legs.“Tell me, puppy, why do you sleep naked?” His voice was gentle, and so was his touch.“Because it makes your sleep better.”A spank landed on my thigh.“And is good for your skin,” I continued.Spank hit the other one as well.“Now, puppy, tell me again.” He took a break. “But this time without lying.”I grinned. If he wasn’t a fucking killer, we would’ve gott

Her parted thighs utterly exposed, giving him the perfect view of her heat invaded s£x and creating dirty fantasies of what he wanted to do to her. Deep down he knew that this might be one of those crazy hallucinations he usually had, credit to his feral mind. Or a reality he was bound to forget before the break of dawn. Lately, he'd been having problems differentiating between his fantasies and reality. And even when he was sure it was a real memory, he'd forget before he pieced the memories together. He groaned out as he reached in for his throbbing cóck. ' By the blood moon, this female is going to be the end of me' he thought as he stroked his full length, throwing his head back, eyes cl

Leda jecked awake in a cold sweat, aftershocks still wracking her body. Her fingers were bunched in the tiny blanket as she willed her frantic heartbeat to slow to a more natural rhythm. The fantasies had come each and every time she slept since the night at Ceres House. More than seven cycles had passed and, instead of decreasing with time, the dreams had only risen more strong. It was becoming impossible to remember that they were only fantasy and not certainty. She didn’t want to think about how many times she had woken in the last week with her desperate fingers buried between her legs.