Yandere Imagines Novels & Stories

Such thoughts ignited a passionate fire within her, fanning the flames of her most forbidden passion. Alternatively, her mind wandered to the vampire with his pale, porcelain skin and sharp fangs, a mysterious figure who held a seductive allure that seemed to defy reason. Astrid's imagination soared as she conjured scenarios where he worshiped her body with his tongue, his fangs brushing sensuously against her clitoris as he eats her sensual flesh out. The mere thought of his prowess in rapture left her breathless and yearning for an encounter that defied the boundaries of human understanding.

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.

The zipper of Lila’s crimson dress slid down with agonizing slowness. Cool air kissed her spine as the silk parted. The woman—call her Jade, from the emerald flash of her gown—peeled the fabric from Lila’s shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. Lila stood in nothing but black lace panties, sheer thigh-high stockings, and the heels that made her legs look endless. The man—let’s name him Victor—circled her slowly, eyes raking over every exposed inch. His gaze felt like a physical touch.

❀° ┄───────╮ Sylphiette ╰───────┄ °❀ I’ve been feeling restless over the past two days The mental image of Zenya’s gaze; her sharp, sweet smile, when she looked at Kian kept looping in my head. At that moment, my senses had run wild. My brain had literally shot-circuited, and dread coursed through me. The way she had looked at my little boy… it had felt… wrong.

His hands interlaced and clenched, knuckles paling slightly, laying bare the turmoil inside him. "Amelia, during this period—especially these last few days—whenever I finally calm down and try to work, all kinds of strange images keep flashing through my mind." Raiden drew in a deep breath, trying hard to steady the waves inside him as he carefully described what was happening, bewilderment filling his eyes. He lowered his gaze slightly, staring at his tightly clasped hands, his tone edged with unease: "They're scenes that don't exist at all, and they don't fit reality—mountains wrapped in clouds and mist, old-fashioned houses, people dressed in strange clothes, and an elder who's very impor

It displays his full form in a way that makes me forget that Dylan and I are just supposed to be friends. I check that the door is closed. Hannah is probably in bed already. I lay back, pushing a hand through my pants. Lightly at first, I started fingering my clit as I looked at Dylan's pictures. I imagine kissing him and having him kiss me back. The thought spurs me on. I started rubbing my clit faster, closing my eyes as I imagine Dylan touching me, pretending that it's his finger rather than mine. I'd tell him to hurry up to get his cock inside me.

I placed the box in my spare room and swore I would never open it again. I lasted a week. Kinky is wrapping an unattached braid of hair around my hand and getting a hard-on. Kinky is bringing the hair to my nose and picturing a woman hanging from the ceiling with my best friend kissing her. Kinky is imagining my hands running through her remaining short strands and holding her tight while Monroe fucks her mouth. Kinky is dreaming about the three of us writhing together in a mass of sweaty, gleaming flesh.

I cursed myself for entertaining such treacherous thoughts, but they persisted, flooding my mind with unwanted visions. I imagined the gentle brush of his fingertips, the soft caress of his lips, and the shiver-inducing sensation of his mouth on mine. My mind's eye conjured images of myself beneath him, arching in ecstasy as he awakened sensations I'd never known. The Darkness within me reveled in these depraved fantasies, refusing to relinquish its hold on my imagination.

ANDREA I bit my lips stopping the moans from coming out as my hands flickered in my core, pressing hard. I was leaning against the wall, one of my legs propped on the edge of the sink,and my eyes squeezed shut not against the bright morning light that shone through the window, but to get lost in my imagination. Oh Him. Fred. It wasn't Jason's face I was imagining, it was Fred, the way he has always fucked him, I was imagining my hands were his.

My pride won't let me call Andrea over and besides I don't have my mask or contact lenses to change my eye colour. All I could think of was Andrea's sexy curves seared into my brain. I would touch them while imagining them as Andrea. “No touching” I murmured sternly and they nodded obediently. A loud growl crossed my lips as I reached out my hands to squeeze their boobs regardless of the lingerie on them. “Turn around,” I ordered the other lady and she did. I reached out my hands and slammed them against her bare ass. I was completely absorbed in the moment of pleasuring myself with those ladies with the image of Andrea in mind.