Spicy Imagine Scenarios Novels & Stories

I can imagine her going down on me and slowly sucking my clit. I pulled off my underwear and spread my legs wide. I just want Jane to touch me. I closed my eyes and imagined Jane flicking her tongue along my clit. My fingers rubbed my clit, and my breathing became shallower as the fingers rubbed faster. Shivers traveled through my spine, imagining Jane pushing me against the mattress as she devoured me down there.

But I guess it's my fate, I would be admitted into the university this year, and I guess meeting Mr grumpy would be fatal, the devil doesn't bargain anyway, it's a losing game, after all, a mafia won't have a use for me. Maybe my fairy god mother decided to make one of my silly wishes come through, and she chose the silliest, maybe this might be the hottest guy I ever set my eyes upon, he ends up being unreachable. I laid my back on the bed in defeat I can only imagine. My imagination has worked for me for ages now, i pictured a scene in my head, the perfect fifty shades scene, one of my R18 novels, taken from Kate's house, it disrupted my sexual fantasy, though I am stuck in my little house

"It is cathartic. It is suicidal. You win, but you burn with him." I’m screaming. My body is convulsing, but I can't find the rhythm. I’m just shaking apart. "Choose, Mia," Echo commands. "Which future do you want?" My mind is racing, analyzing the data through my skin. Scenario 1 was death by boredom. Scenario 2 was torture. Scenario 4 was suicide. But Scenario 3... Scenario 3 felt like us. Complicated. Dangerous. Alive. "Three!" I scream. "Scenario Three!"

Chelsey I’m bent over my desk, eyes glazed as I pretend to organize tomorrow’s schedule, but the letters on the screen are a blur. In my mind, I’m back in that familiar, unprofessional and illicit loop, imagining Mr. Callahan’s cock with a clarity that makes my breath hitch. God, it’s all I can think about these days. I can see it so clearly… thick at the base, veined like twisted ropes running up the heavy shaft, flaring out into a broad, mushroom-shaped head.

She pictured her fingers tracing the contours of his chest, feeling his muscles tense beneath her touch. In her mind's eye, Victor's eyes darkened with desire as her hands explored his skin. His breathing quickened, his pulse racing beneath her fingertips. She imagined her own body's response—the flutter in her chest, the shiver down her spine, the warmth spreading through her veins. Next, Ivy envisioned Victor's touch, his hands cradling her face, his thumbs tracing her lips. She felt a rush of excitement, her skin tingling with anticipation. In this fantasy, their bodies moved in perfect harmony, each touch igniting a fire that burned brighter with every passing moment. Ivy's heart raced,

Scarlett I could see him, the man who'd lived in my fantasies for a few precious hours. The wet dream had been unexpected, leaving me soaking wet and hugging the pillow between my legs, visions of him thrusting his cock deep inside my pussy, his actions brutal. I absently rubbed a bead of perspiration from over my lip, trying to blink away the images. I'd even envisioned him taking me across his lap, spanking me like the bad little girl that I was. Jesus.

I could imagine us living in my home and spending evenings in front of the fireplace with the kids reading or playing board games. I could see us having a full life together and even having special events with his family around. I could see all the things I never allowed myself to even imagine before. I could imagine us being intimate and when my thoughts turned dangerous, I quickly got out of bed. My feet touched the cold floor, shocking my thoughts back to reality.

Not scorching hot, but okay hot. I reached the part of the district where street foods are sold. Mind you, the foods are weird and scary. Like fried spiders. Who the hell eats spiders?! Yuck! "Miss, try this!" called a voice. When I turned around, I was shocked to see the big scorpions being fried by the old Muslim. I immediately panicked and ran away. Scorpion. They're venomous! Why are they eating that?! How did they catch that? Jesus Christ! Wait... where have I been?

They got their motors out of the mud and the friendly race to the beachside began. "This steak is so good!" Maureen licked the sauce of her hands. "Apparently it's suya." Raymond said to Maureen. "The taste of the powdered sauce is quite exotic." Jack licked his fingers. "And spicy too." "Don't dare." Tequila said to Maureen who tried to take a dizzy drink. "Whatcha mean?" "Don't take carbonated drinks or sodas when eating something spicy, it goes straight to your brain. Speaking from personal experience." She said and Maureen opted for fresh juice.

I smile. “Bossy.” “Correct.” We spend the afternoon exploring the town like tourists. Greg somehow convinces me to try a ridiculously spicy food challenge from a street vendor, which immediately turns into both of us nearly dying from laughter and regret. “Oh my God,” I wheeze, fanning my mouth aggressively. “Why would anyone eat this voluntarily?” Greg looks equally devastated. “I can’t feel my face.” “You deserve this.” “You agreed to it!” “Because you said you could handle it!”