The Diet Fantasy Novels & Stories

The maid arrived with a couple of breakfasts and just like the day before it was quite balanced and protein, apparently Harry was very careful with his diet, while Diane instead was more fan of flour and fried food. “I'm going to be hungry again," Diane began to devour the fruit before Harry's eyes, who smiled at her, but didn't say a word. “Harry wanted to know, is the lawyer finally coming for the last clause," Diane says as he takes a bite of his fruit salad. “Rule number 2” he continues eating and ignores her completely, Diane was already starting to feel uncomfortable with the situation and above all anxious about what was happening with Joshua, who still didn't communicate with her, bu

Then you'd be the happiest mermaid in the ocean Jace : jeez, just because of food. Wow you should come have dinner with us sometime. There's just too much of food and desserts and they expect me to eat it all and not slag out of my diet. Not like I'm a model or something Rainbow : really? That's great. But I thought you rich people don't eat much Jace : we don't eat anything thats out of our diet. And sometimes, our diet can be a little bulky. Rainbow : so do you keep to the diet? Cos I wouldn't. I love to eat anything

‘I need so much more Professor,” she begs in my mind, pushing back against me as her body trembles while I stretch her wide. I reached around, rubbing her swollen clits in tough circles while I realm her pussy. “You are so fucking tight Anna.” I groan while feeling her juice coat my cock and drip down her thighs. She’s so tight, so perfect, milking me in every clench. In the fantasy, I pulled out suddenly, my cock and slowly rubbed the head against her asshole. “Fuck professor that’s so big.” She tenses but I don’t stop— I push in slow at first then harder.

Nick teased in a firm but chanting voice from his inner voice, making Diane rolls her eyes. "So what, what do you want, I won't listen to your requests if it's about that restaurant again ..." she mocked because she was fed up of hearing this man want to take her out to dinner at the restaurant he dreamed of like his childhood fairy tale he always said, inviting women he likes, dinners, dates, blablabla ... she doesn't want to hear those fairy tales anymore, because she is not his princess in his world.

He said and my eyes widened as I pointed to myself and looked around the empty room. At that moment, doubt crept into my mind as I questioned whether my perception had been altered due to the pills I ingested. Nevertheless, I made a conscious choice to wholeheartedly immerse myself in the fantasy, recognizing that this was the closest I would ever come to fulfilling my deepest desires with these remarkable individuals… Damon approached the bed, his movements deliberate and cautious. "I haven't eaten anything the whole day and you look pretty appetizing in those jeans." I pictured him gently leaning in and undoing the buttons of my shirt, slowly revealing my bare hills after carefully removin

I asked as I didn't find anything that made me feel that way, " There are hundreds of dishes cooked every time in the imperial kitchen, but only a few of them are sent to us and you prefer to eat only porridge, those concubines have more than fifty dishes served to them but we can't even get enough comparing to them" Is this unfair, I am happy to be in this unfairness, these dishes looked very greasy, and I had to work my butt out to manage my calories, "that's fine for me, I am not a good eater anyway, this is more than enough for two of us" I pulled her down she hesitated but I glared at her and she gave in, We had a hearty meal, I have been on a diet for more than three years, to achieve

"No, not really. I’ve never been offered anything." Blaze stared at me like I had just said the most ridiculous thing in the world. "And you have never felt suspicious that you’re being given such food?" I tilted my head. "Not really? I don’t really care about what I eat, honestly. I mean, I’ve survived half my life on granola bars, so I wouldn’t even know what’s considered healthy or nutritious." I shrugged. "Hey, whatever I was given was delicious at least." Blaze let out a low groan, rubbing his temples like I had just given him a full-blown headache. "Gosh, Faith, you have been given the wrong food every day. You’re on a bad diet. How did you not realize that?"

"As much as I enjoyed the fantasy, I would never have wanted you fucking a stranger you met in a bar. I didn't know anyone else and I had no clue how to approach you with the idea until you sent me that email about the geek being your videographer. It all seemed too perfect." "Wow," Maryanne said quietly. I seconded that wow. Definitely a slut wife fetish but as long as I'm the sexual recipient, what the fuck do I care what he fantasizes about. "Time to come clean, what else do you fantasize about?" she asked him. Mark just looked at us without saying anything. "You never know, I might be fantasizing about the same thing," Maryanne prompted him. "Would you have ever thought that I would love

When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur. My mind flits back to how he found my diary that night. What would have happened if he never found out what was written in it? Would we be exactly as we were in the past, lusting for each other from afar? Not every attraction should be acted on. The next time I fantasize about someone I shouldn’t, I will remember this. _____

The girl with the purple manicure seemed to see that Cynthia didn' t care about her, and her smile stiffened. The girl sitting across from her, who was equally hostile to Cynthia, said to the purple girl with a fake smile, "Mary, I heard you' re on a diet lately. What have you been eating lately? " The girl named Mary, with purple nails, picked up a spoon, "I' ve been eating only a bowl of salad and half a pickle every day for a month. A proper lady should have slim arms and a flat stomach, and self-discipline is a must. Those who are lazy and gluttonous will eat a lot of meat today and become an ugly fat person tomorrow. "