Spicy Imagine Scenarios Novels & Stories

“I want chicken soup.” “Alright." The woman spoke hesitantly. “M-Meazus... Ah, I mean, Mr. Meazus. Can I have dessert? I want something to eat.” “Sure. What would you like?” “Spicy ice cream.” Meazus furrowed his brow. “I never knew there was such a thing as spicy ice cream.” “You don't have to look for it. You just need to buy ice cream and hot sauce. I'll mix it together.”

Dylan sneezed again and then poured himself some water to take the medicine. Having been exposed by Imogen, he simply admitted, “You’re right, I’m afraid of spice. I don’t like spicy food and this soup is really too spicy. The sip I just took almost made me spit it out but out of embarrassment, I forced myself to swallow it.” The spice was killing him. “If I made you drink a whole bowl of chili water, would you die?” Imogen teased him. She thought to herself that if one day, Dylan found out that she actually was Fox and started pursuing her, should she make him drink a bowl of chili water?

‘‘Imagine my tongue wrapping around your hard c0ck. Shit! This woman always drove me crazy! She always made me feel alive. I placed my phone down on the laptop, the screen still facing me, and I leaned my head back on my seat, closing my eyes as I imagined Tori here with me. I moaned at the recollection of her soft skin, and the way her lips nibbled at my ear as she whispered dirty things to me. These thoughts brought a rush of blood to my cock instantly, and I started to pump faster.

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.

The kind that has him ordering me whatever I want even while I’m sucking it…I just imagined it and it’s kind of funny. I want to give that boy the kind of blowjob that has me crying, my eyes rolling at the back of my head over and over again, soul-snatching, death inducing, edging, never-ending, spiritually enticing, scrumdidlyicious even though that’s not a word. Anyone who sees me seated and biting into my burger and grinning would think I’m just enjoying the damn food but they’d never know the horrifying things going on in my head. They wouldn’t even wanna know because that’s how horrifying my thoughts are.

Tyler leaned back in his chair, legs spread wide. “Good girl. Tell us one fantasy you’ve never told your husband. Something dirty that gets that married pussy wet when you’re alone.” I laughed a little, shifting on the couch, feeling the damp spot growing in my panties. My mind raced back to nights touching myself thinking about rough hands and filthy words. “Okay, truth. Sometimes I imagine getting fucked by more than one guy at once. Not gentle. Hard, pinning me down, taking turns until I’m shaking and dripping everywhere. Jake would freak if he knew I thought about shit like that.”

“I can’t fuck you if you’re unconscious, and I want to know what drunk sex with you is like” Even as her body came alive at his words… heat pooling low in her belly… she opened one eye to shoot him a glance. “I’m not gonna let you do freaky stuff to me tonight, no matter how good it feels . Come near me with, like, a dildo or an anal hook probe and we’re gonna have problems” She didn’t want to do anything crazy when she wasn’t fully clear-minded. She wanted to remember every single thing… every touch, every kiss, every moment.

I tighten my grip and pump myself harder, imagining it’s Ashley’s tight little pussy instead of my hand. The usual stream of images floods my brain—me on top of her, fucking her while she looks up at me, fucking her from behind, her riding me with her tits bouncing in a hypnotic rhythm. Each scene is more vivid than the last until I get to the final one, the one I always save for last.

He lit another cigarette, staring out the window into the quiet night. A tall figure appeared outside without warning. Conrad sprang to his feet and bolted out, desperate to reach the person. "Conrad, what are you doing? You're hurting me." "It's you?" It wasn't me. That was just Conrad's hallucination. The person standing before him was Jenny. Jenny frowned slightly, putting on a pitiful act. "Jean's been spreading rumors about me, Conrad. Now my reputation's ruined. Can you help me fix this?"

Sophie admitted, jotting something down. I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose. “You two are impossible.” “We’re thorough,” Fatima corrected, grinning. --- By lunchtime, my cravings had shifted again. This time, I wanted spaghetti. But not just any spaghetti—I needed it to be spicy. So spicy it could probably melt a hole in the wall. Jake, bless him, didn’t even question it as he helped me whip up a batch of extra-spicy marinara sauce. But when I sat down to eat, Sophie and Fatima were there, watching me like hawks.