Spicy Imagine Scenarios Novels & Stories

I could imagine them spilling on those clothes and I would have to clean those damn stains again. Rolling over, I yawned trying to clear my mind, but the music grew a little more joyous and my mind drifted to people dancing, laughing, and eating all sorts of delicious foods. My stomach growled and I pulled into the fetus's position to try and silence it. Why was I cursed with a very detailed imagination? If I didn’t control it, I swear I could even smell the food I was thinking about.

About what people would think if they saw me now — sucking cock under a table and touching myself to get off. I let myself fully let go and delve into my fantasies, embracing every slutty thought. Axel’s cock stiffens and then starts to twitch. Hot cum gushes in my mouth and I moan against his cock as I drink him in. I slip a finger into my cunt, imagining it’s his cock. I press down harder on my button and a surge of euphoria fills my body like a hot air balloon. It grows, grows, grows, and then …it pops.

Maybe her cold will vanish, maybe it will relieve her stress from the week, or maybe this will be her best fuck ever, and there will be no coming back from it. She had everything replayed nicely as she had conjured it in her mind. Her moans, screams, the movement of the cable car with every glide in from the back… she snapped back. His eyes are squinted slightly, his jaw clenched, brows slightly furrowed, and he looks like a predator ready to devour his prey, but Aria is not sure what hunger lingers in his eyes and what kind of dark desires are behind them.

"This is my escape from the real world. Imagination is full of magic, it can lead you to the places where no one can ever go, it can make you feel the things that you have never felt before. I know it is not practical but it helps me a lot in fighting my stress. And I guess these fantasies are far better than the realities of the world" She said looking at me and gave a sad smile at the end. She drifted her attention back to the movie. I tried to concentrate on it but failed as it is not my cup of tea. As the advertisement played I looked back at her face and her face was gleaming with hope and her eyes were shining with greed. I looked back at the television and a girl was eating spicy samo

I imagined his powerful arms rippling as he clutched my hips, his thick, erect cock ploughing into my wet pussy. The image was so vivid that it made me let out a small cry as I imagined how Fred would stick his tongue down my throat, hungrily tasting every inch of my mouth… God, I wish it would happen so badly. My core ached and quivered at the thought of him laying me on the table at their desk. I'd fantasized about having rough sex with them in that damned study, and it was getting to me.

"Imagine my hands replacing your own hands. Rubbing you in circles, imagine my finger going in that tight pussy. In and out as I kiss your swollen nipples. Squeezing it and biting it at the same time. Imagine me kneeling down in front of you, replacing my hand with my mouth. I will lick you and drink every bit of your juices. I will bite your sensitive clit as I move my fingers inside you, hitting your spot. I will fuck you with my tongue." Coreen imagined it. Because that is all that is going to happen. Imagine. Because Royce will never be able to touch her. Until she allows him. Coreen gasped and was almost in tears. "P-please!" she shouted because she couldn't stop herself anymore. "Cum."

Noticing my gaze, Leon cleared his throat. "Is it nice?" "Yeah, it's nice." He smiled to himself, and his eyes burned. "Then keep looking." I blushed, wanting to turn away, but he raised an eyebrow and leaned in close before whispering, "Are you afraid I'll eat you up?" My heart raced like a drum, but I tried to stay calm. "Not really. I'm more afraid you won't be able to control yourself." "Is that so?" Leon looked at me with renewed interest.

John grew nervous about his newly found position. As John's stress mounted, his lynx intervened, flooding his mind with vivid images. He envisioned himself licking down every inch of his mate's body; the details were so vivid it felt like reality. His imagination took him further, showing him wrapping his mouth around Darius's giant cock, the sensation so intense he could almost feel it. John gulped, overwhelmed by the flood of desire and arousal, unable to resist the primal urges coursing through him. Darius suddenly pushed forward, their hard cocks rubbing against each other. Unbeknownst to John, his lynx had just pushed the same images into his mate's head, spiking the Alpha's own desire.

My mouth became so watery as I imagined eating them. That must be so delicious. We have order five main dishes. They look so spicy just by seeing it. There are red chillies that makes the soup orange and the smell of spiciness are hitting my nostrils so hard. I look at Zeke and I laughed so hard just by seeing his reaction. He looks so hesitant after seeing the chillies and same as me, I know he can smell the spiciness of them as well. I forked a one slice of meat and dip it into very red chili sauce. It's seed are still visible and it must be extremely hot. My mouth was already filled with spiciness and I like it. I add some more, and more, and more.

We sat opposite each other, the tension thick as I poked at my food, my mind racing with dirty fantasies. I imagined dropping my fork, crawling under the table, unbuckling his belt, and pulling out that massive cock. I’d wrap my lips around it, sucking greedily, my tongue swirling the head, tasting his precum as he groaned and gripped my hair. The thought made my mouth water, my pussy clench, wetness seeping into my panties. I could almost feel the warm, hot, sloppy weight of his dick on my tongue, thrusting deep until I gagged, tears streaming down my face.