10 Desires Novels & Stories

"But I am more than what meets the eye. I am the embodiment of your desires, the cravings that fuel your spirit." Rey's mind raced as she contemplated the child's words. Desire, a force that had both motivated and tormented her throughout her journey. She knew the danger of succumbing to unchecked desires, but she also recognized the power they held. Deep down, she yearned for a life of love, fulfillment, and purpose. The child's form began to shift, morphing into a captivating figure draped in flowing garments of vibrant hues. They emanated an aura of seduction, drawing Rey closer with every step. The air crackled with suppressed energy, and Rey could feel her resolve weakening.

She replied. I nodded. "Do not worry. I am not rushing you. I just want you to know that I like you. I understand your point." I responded. "I do not want you to suffer in the end. So, that is why I needed to make the right decisions. I want to like and love you. I do not want to make you my rebound. You do not deserve it. If you wait for me a little, I will come to you with open arms." She said that made me smile.

God no, I have so much to live for, all material but I'm a materialistic girl, there's no secret there. “How does it feel to be every man's desire?” he snickers.

Because the desire that’s consuming me is as real as the guilt. And the city… the city burns. And I’m right at the center of the fire. Between the man who loves me tenderly... and the one who wants me like I’m his favorite curse.

"But I like it." I stepped back and I leaned arching my spine and pushing my breasts out, knowing he had a perfect view of my cleavage. "I'm not teasing, Damien," I said, my voice steady and sure. "I want you. I want you to see me, to touch me, to take me right here on this desk." "I'm your sister's husband" he tried to reason but I pulled him closer and made my breast bounced again. His eyes roamed over my body, "Your lips," he said, his voice a growl. "That red lipstick... it's driving me crazy."

"And I’ll assign you homework to complete by tomorrow night." "Homework?" "You have some basic desire; write it all down on the paper and submit it to me by tomorrow night." He said "Desires!!" She rolled her eyes. "I've never thought of them all." She replied "Now I think it's not too late yet." He sits while crossing his legs. "There is some desire in every person which they want to do." He said. "You too have some desire?" She asked. "Of course." "What are your desires, may I know?" She inquired.

His ambition, once a nagging hunger, now burned like a fever without cure. He conjured images of countless desirable women and handsome men, a vast array of beauties and physical specimens, lying prostrate at his feet, eager to serve his every whim, clamoring for the honor of spending their nights with him. They would come from all states and every continent, a diverse tapestry of humanity: blondes with hair like spun gold, raven-haired beauties with eyes like midnight, sultry brunettes, willowy and slender figures, voluptuous forms, tall and petite. He craved them all, hungering not just for their physical presence, but for their admiration, their unquestioning devotion, their very souls bo

"Really? Then...that's a relief. I thought I really hurt you just now. Thank you for helping me cool off. I'm sorry if I was a bit...shameless last night and especially this morning. Believe me, I'm not all that totally devoid of shame," "I know. You're just...desperate to be Rhea's daddy," she responded with a low chuckle. "I'd like to be 'that' kind of 'Daddy,' to you as well. But...it's fine if you don't..." She quickly interrupted him, "I want it." "Huh? W-wait, come again?" "You heard me right. I want it. I want you...inside of me. I want you to fill me up and take me to the ninth heaven of pleasure. Can you do that for me?"

“It isn’t your fault. I came here wanting excitement.” He leaned toward her. “If ‘Taming the Wild Queen’ isn’t your kind of excitement, we can fix that. Tell me what you want, Mackenzie. We’re in the business of creating fantasies here. What is your deepest desire? The one that sets your body on fire? The one that makes you melt without being touched?” She drew a long breath, then let it out. Desire… What did she know of desire? A keen ache passed through her. She sighed.

It was glistening with beads of Agatha’s sweat, and on impulse, he brought a fingertip to his lips and licked it. The salty taste bloomed inside his mouth. He licked the rest of his fingers slowly, from the base of his hand to the very end of his fingertips. ‘So, what do I want?’ It was the same question that he had already asked himself. Lanceil’s gaze grew heavy. There was only one thought, that flashed like gold. “…I want her.” ‘How do I want her?’ His gaze meandered back to Lanceil, then he murmured— “I want to devour her.”