Imaginary friend isn’t so imaginary

[Brandnewbuddy]

Basic premise: when she was little she had an imaginary friend. As the years went on, she would occasionally still see the imaginary friend but that friend would be changing, as though growing up with her. Now that she’s out on her own, her imaginary friend shows up and has more adult desires.

Decided to go with a basic premise but it can be spun into quite a few genres

For example:

Romance (with a dash of fantasy): imaginary friend was actually her getting glimpses at her future soulmate. Her soulmate meanwhile had her as an imaginary friend and was none the wiser. They meet for the first time in real life and hit it off.

Non-human: no need for the imaginary friend to be strictly human. Maybe friend is a demon or dragon, or some sort of spirit

Horror: what was once a cute friend who merely wanted to play with her has developed a sensitivity to her emotions and has warped as a result, hunting down those who would harm her while also becoming more jealous and clingy. So the cute teddy bear from her childhood is now a lustful beast.

Masturbation: imaginary friend is actually imaginary but as she plays with herself, she imagines her imaginary friend-turned-lover being there with her, fucking her.

 

[DarkSollat]

I like it. Fun idea, and may turns different ways.

Masturbation: imaginary friend is actually imaginary but as she plays with herself, she imagines her imaginary friend-turned-lover being there with her, fucking her.

This, but with a twist: she doesn't know she's imagining them. She halucinnates them fucking her, while in fact she masturbates.

Non-human: no need for the imaginary friend to be strictly human. Maybe friend is a demon or dragon, or some sort of spirit

The spirit is kind of fairy godmother/djinni whose purpose is to make MC happy. When she was little, she just needed someone to play with her. When she was teenager, she wanted a friend to brush her hair, gossip, watch movies etc.
But when MC turns 18, she becames horny (as all Literotica characters), and the spirit reacts to her new desires. MC worries she doesn't know how to kiss the spirit is her best female friends, and they learn that. MC wants sex, and the spirit is a man. MC's ready for some bigger cock, and the spirit's cock grows. MC has her bi-phase, and the spirit is suddenly a girl. Etc., etc.

 

[LiterallyLiterate]

voyeur: her imaginary friend is always watching her, through a window or from a doorway or whatever. When she loses her virginity, he’s standing in the room and their eyes meet and so on.

Mind control: her imaginary friend starts giving her commands or suggestions she’s unable to refuse. Hilarity ensues.

Incest: her imaginary friend is really her twin who she got separated from at birth. They fall in love, though she’s unaware he’s her brother.

 

[Rob_Royale]

I like the spirit idea. Some sort of forest spirit, nymph or dryad or something fairy-like. As a little girl, she saved an animal who was injured and the nymph bonded with the empathic little girl or of gratitude and appreciation.

 

[grey228]

Reminds me of the Ronin energy vampire that haunted the Howard family (Beverly Crusher's family) in Star Trek.

If you write it, don't make it predictably malevolent.

 

[Bigboobbabe]

This could get the ick factor if you go down the incest path and the imaginary friend is weird Uncle Dave.
Please try to avoid that.

There are nice paths to family love that can be taken.

 

[Husky_Embrace]

The masturbation speeks most to me. You can really play with the lines of what is real and not real, making a kaleidoscope of sexual acts. It can lead the reader to wonder what is happening, hooking them in. It is a great rack to hang heavy themes on if you wish, like mental health or drugs, or light themes, like fantasy. Or drugs.

You can start adding drama. He slept with someone else (her best friend?). Maybe she's wondering about threesomes and it helps her imagine is when she has sex with her (female?) friend.

I love that it is so flexible. Maybe not really narrowing it down for you, but just to say nice idea.

 

[Rob_Royale]

I'm leaning towards an imaginary friend that might just be a second personality. It only seems to arise when she needs courage and positive thinking.

 

[TheOtherTeacher]

Prologue - girl has an imaginary friend (IF).
Start - girl is now 18. Becomes her imaginary friend's lover.
Middle - meets a real guy (RG). Has to decide between reality and fiction. IF is jealous of RG.

ending - chooses real guy. They marry.
Morning after on the honeymoon, real guy can suddenly see her imaginary friend!

Twist ending - she can suddenly see her new husband's female imaginary friend!

 

[Carnevil9]

I like the idea of an imaginary friend that we never really know if they are imaginary or real. You would have to drop hints of both possibilities, and keep the reader guessing.

Name the friend Tyler Durden.

 

[Husky_Embrace]

I like the idea of an imaginary friend that we never really know if they are imaginary or real. You would have to drop hints of both possibilities, and keep the reader guessing.

Name the friend Tyler Durden.

That is simply amazing! The first rule of Sex club is: you do not talk about Sex club. The second rule of Sex club is: You do not talk about Sex club. Third rule: If someone says 'stop', goes limp, or taps out, the sex is over. Only two women at a time. Only one fight at a time. No shirt, no shoes. Sex will go on as long as they have to. If this is your first time at Sex club, you have to fuck.

She knocked on the wooden door frame. "We need to talk."

Her boss sat up immediately. "Okay. Where to begin? With your constant absenteeism? With your provocative appearance? I might as well tell you now -- you're going to be put up for review."

*I am Jacks complete lack of surprise.*

"Let's pretend. You're the Health and Safety department. What would happen if I told you that our company intentionally left a strap on belt that never passed collision tests? Did nothing about leather sex swings with ropes that fail after a thousand couplings? Turbodildos that blow up and cut off legs at the hips. All of these accidents where 'cause of failure' is stamped 'unknown'. I know where the bodies are buried. Call it job security."

"Are you threatening me?" her boss asked.

"No."

"Get out of here! You're fired!"

"I've got a better idea. You're going to keep me on payroll as an outside consultant. In exchange for my salary, I'll perform the task of not telling anyone what I know. I won't need to come into the office. I can do this job from home. Call it early retirement, with pension."

"Who the fuck do you think you are? You crazy little shit?" Her boss stood up, about to move to the other side of the desk in rage. He stopped himself, grabbing the phone instead.

"Security!?" He called through the receiver.

*I am Jacks smirking revenge,* she thought, looking longingly at her hand.

Her boss watched with surprise when she put up a leg, making her skirt rise easily above her hips. There was no underwear. He let his hand down in awe, not hearing the response on the telephone.

She touched her wetness between her thighs. "What the hell are you doing?" she asked her boss, who looked upon her rubbing motion with utter confusion.

She moved to the glass coffee table, the cold glass immediately fogging from the heat of her skin. "Oh god that feels good," she whispered, the cold glass surprisingly soothing to the heat of her lips. She grabbed the stone statue she always thought looked more like a dildo.

"Why would you do that?" She asked, looking him deep into his eyes. Her boss looked completely out of his depth, a bulge in his pants and unsure what to do.

She placed the statue at her longing opening. Her naughty smile said it all. "Oh my god!" Her voice was laced with urgency. "No! Please stop!" She plunged it into her depths, the first stretch feeling like she was ripped apart by the seams. So good!

She fucked herself in full view of her boss, moaning without restraint as she did so. "What are you doing?" She said with urgency again. "No! Please no!" she moaned as she plunged it deeper into herself than she thought possible.

For some reason she though of her first time, with Tyler. She rammed it in a few good times, leaving a good print on the table, as well as a trail of her cum.

She moved to him on her knees, statue still halfway inside. His belt came loose as he stared down at her, still frozen to the spot. His cock went so easily down her throat, the veins giving the otherwise smooth skin a pleasant texture.

She pressed her finger against her clit, rubbing it so gently, the contrast with how hard she sucked his cock filling her with pleasure.

He was quick, his eyes looking down in hers already betraying how close he was.

*Under and behind and inside everything this man had took for granted, something terrible and sexy had been growing,* she thought in triumph. She grabbed his hands, pressing them against her temples.

"Now look. Give me the paychecks as I asked for, and you'll never. See me. Again."

She sucked him over that edge. Right then, at their most intimate moment together, the door swung open. Three security guards gaped upon the scene in horror, tasers drawn. Many office colleagues peered around the corner, curious what the commotion is about.

She let the cock out of her mouth, burying her face into his hip. "Thank god!" she cried to the world at large. "Please don't let him do this to me any more."

Her boss looked stunned at the onlookers, his cock the only thing moving. A yet of white sprayed against her ear, much of it sliding down her neck into her cleavage. His hands on her head, her dress hiked up high enough so she statue was clearly visible as it was lodged partly inside her. The stunned silence only broken by each subsequent yet of cum. The room smelled heavily of sex.

There was no doubt in anyone's mind why she had been dressing more provocatively any more. No doubt why she had been acting out so often. It had all been him, leveraging his power over her.

Not much later she whistled as she was escorted out of the building. All the difference a few minutes could make in how she was escorted. The looks of concern, of understanding as she walked by, her head held high and her hair in disarray. Cum stained the same hair, a dried patch running from her neck into her breasts that couldn't be missed.

*Telephones, computers, fax machines and 52 weekly pay checks and 48 airline coupons. Sex club now had corporate sponsorship. This is how Tyler and I could have Sex club every night of the week.*

 

[FidelityBoss]

Basic premise: when she was little she had an imaginary friend. As the years went on, she would occasionally still see the imaginary friend but that friend would be changing, as though growing up with her. Now that she’s out on her own, her imaginary friend shows up and has more adult desires.

Decided to go with a basic premise but it can be spun into quite a few genres

For example:

Romance (with a dash of fantasy): imaginary friend was actually her getting glimpses at her future soulmate. Her soulmate meanwhile had her as an imaginary friend and was none the wiser. They meet for the first time in real life and hit it off.

Non-human: no need for the imaginary friend to be strictly human. Maybe friend is a demon or dragon, or some sort of spirit

Horror: what was once a cute friend who merely wanted to play with her has developed a sensitivity to her emotions and has warped as a result, hunting down those who would harm her while also becoming more jealous and clingy. So the cute teddy bear from her childhood is now a lustful beast.

Masturbation: imaginary friend is actually imaginary but as she plays with herself, she imagines her imaginary friend-turned-lover being there with her, fucking her.

I love this, it's actually interesting.

 

[jaF0]

Ghost

Man died in this room 200 years ago. He's trapped there for eternity. Family moves into the house and the child takes the room. He can't do anything until she ages, but he becomes her friend while she's a child. To her, he's always been very real, though no one else knows of him.

He helps her grow up and teaches her things no longer taught in schools helping her become an accomplished history major in college and after.

Once she's of age, they become intimate.

He does this every time a new family moves in, over several generations.



Change he for she, history for music or art, etc.