Yandere Imagines Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes and imagined her on her knees, begging me to let her have me in her mouth while squeezing those boobs that gave me sleepless nights. I never imagined I would ever masturbate to the thought of a woman. This woman is making me do things I've never done.When I get horny, I call an available woman and release my tension. But right now, I don’t want any other woman except her. Even when I am with other women, I still imagine I am with her. I pumped my dick faster, imagining it was her mouth. I set one hand against the wall for balance. I imagined myself fucking her, drilling her relentlessly, her screaming my name and begging me to go faster. I keep pumping until my seed spread a

ZAYDEN I let out a frustrated grunt as my hands moved into my pants to caress my hard on, my eyes flipping close as I did. I stroked gently back and forth and imagined my hands were that of my mate. I pictured her small, round face with her mane of thick black hair falling all over her face and her titties poking out at me, waiting to feel my hands on them.

As I lie in bed replaying the evening, my cock throbs as I recall how nice Jasmine felt crushed against me, while I watched Jimmy and Amber fucking on the bench. In my mind I replace Jimmy and Amber with Jasmine and I. Her naked body is perfect and I start stroking my fully erect cock, as I imagine my tongue snaking in and out of her juicy pussy. I picture her as a teenage version of Cyn, with smooth brown thighs and thin black pussy lips surrounded by tightly curled black hair. Unlike Amber, the round curves of her tits don't disappear when she's lying down and I stroke my cock faster when I think about sucking on her black, pencil-thin nipples. When I envision her tight, teenage pussy wrap

I can still picture it fresh in my mind, but my imagination wants to run wild, convincing me that we did more than just kiss. I can feel my dick getting hard as I picture her naked, on top of me, and I can't help but pull my shorts down and start stroking my erection as I imagine her riding me, her perky tits bouncing as she moans with pleasure. I close my eyes and lose myself to the heavenly fantasy, and even though my mind could never conjure up anything as good as the real experience, it's graphic enough to turn me on.

His eyes already closed, the images in his head began to appear with increasing clarity. A room was visualized on the inside of Xavier's eyelids. White walls. No window. Empty space. Wait. Not completely empty. His mind's eye walked across the room and a girl appeared. She was not too tall, red haired beauty with high flaring cheek bones, wide-set brown eyes and long, muscular limbs. Everything about her bespoke her sensuality and it was apparent she knew it. She appeared to be about in her late twenties. Very fit. Her stomach was flat, as if she made a habit to include crunches in her workout. Her breasts were ample. If Xavier had to make a guess at their size he'd have said they were a bea

I’m not losing my mind. “Or maybe, she is seeing alpha Xander.” One of the women at our table says, giggling loudly. “His dick must be so good. He has her hallucinating.” I blinked as she said that and sure enough now, the image came into view. Of course, it was Xander. It will always be Xander in my head. But I know this isn’t just a figment of my imagination. He was even smirking at me in that arrogant way he does. Like he knows something no one else does.

Alex I turned to my computer, trying to focus on work, but my mind kept drifting. I found myself typing Ava's name into a search engine, scanning recent articles about her. Most focused on our engagement, but some highlighted her business achievements, her journey as a young widow raising a child while running a tech empire. One photo caught my eye—Ava at what appeared to be a school function, crouched down to Emilia's level, both of them laughing. There was such joy in their expressions, such genuine connection. It made something in my chest ache with a longing I couldn't quite identify.

She called out impatiently. “Yes?” I replied in a slow manner. “I asked if you’d eaten already. Gosh, daydreaming while standing?” She gave me a look, and turned back to eating. ‘Lord, Anders. Can you put a hold on your thoughts, please? I can get through the rest of my day without having to recall that more than X-rated imaginations of yours.’ Qyler snorted. ‘Stay out of my mind.’ I retorted. ‘I can’t help it.’ He shrugged.

Saph POV I see red. I have never felt such an intense level of anger as I do when I see Yaya. I have heard enough about her and her brother over the months. I have created this image of her in my mind. I’ve conjured up this portrait of a crazed-looking woman, with long fingernails, an evil grin, and a sinister cackle. It was easy to hate her when I believed she was evil personified. Seeing her now, that image has been shattered. She’s just a young woman, maybe the same age as me. She looked confused and tormented by her own internal demons and regrets.

She says that beauty costs just as much as maintaining a life surrounded by luxuries. Alexandra closes her eyes every time she receives a call on her iPhone with a pink cover and heart-shaped figures so that she can imagine that the person on the other end of the call is a big man; robust, with big biceps, and she is transporting herself to where he is, approaching him, touching his broad back with her hands until she reaches his hard and strong arms, causing her body to react with a warm sensation. The girl's imagination grew and grew as she didn't hear the true voice of the person begging for pleasure and affection, since most clients preferred to hide their true voice and personal informa