A Streetcar Named Desire Novels & Stories

I knew this was wrong, I should push these feelings away, but they clung to me fiercely. I heard my sister's moan from the other end of the hall. The ache between my legs deepened. Without thinking, I tugged my top up, I let my fingers graze over my sensitive skin, the hardened peaks a vivid reminder of my new desires. My pussy was already slick with desire and I quickly discarded my panties, exposing my throbbing cunt. I ran a finger up my slit, letting out a loud sigh as my fingers traced my clit. My eyes shut tightly and my head fell back as I imagined it was Liam's tongue on me, his fingers inside me, his cock filling me completely. My sister's moans were not even helping, it intensified

Mila slammed the door of the club behind her, the bass still thumping in her chest. Three drinks too many and her heels were killing her. The night air in the city was sticky, wrapping around her short black dress like a second skin. She raised her hand for a cab, swaying slightly on the curb. A yellow cab pulled up fast. The window rolled down and a deep voice rumbled out, “Where to, miss?”

“Now, bring your hand lower. I want you to confirm for me what you told me earlier. Is your surrender as desperate as I need it to be to fuel this war? Are you wet for my voice, Elara?” I gasped, pressing my fingers into the soft, yielding skin of my inner thigh. The confession was humiliating, but the need was a hurricane. “Yy-es, Mr. Adrian. I am. It’s… it’s a mess of heat. And I hate you for knowing exactly how to weaponize my desire.”

The streetlights glowed weakly, stretching long shadows across the road. She flagged down a cab after walking some minutes. The driver, a middle-aged man with a weary face, looked at her from the mirror. “Where to, madam?” “O’Neil Hotel and Suites,” she said. The ride was silent. Her thoughts were louder than the city. Every second in that cab, the images of Adam and Barbra kissing at the engagement party kept replaying in her head. The sound of the crowd’s cheers, the ring sliding on Barbra’s finger; all of it haunted her.

As much as I want to take my time getting ready, I also don’t want to keep the driver waiting so I hurry up and get dressed. Finally dressed, I look at myself in the full length mirror and spritz some Chanel No5 on myself. The white dress was really a perfect choice and paired with any burgundy heels and purse. I slightly nod to my reflection and walk out of the apartment. The moment I come out of the building, the driver hops out of the car and walks over to my side, opening the door with a curt nod. I offer a small smile and a quiet “Thank you.” “Miss Davis,” he said in a professional tone.

Anyhow I just kept taking slow steps . Then I just heard a woman’s voice . Laughing . I gulped hard . Please don’t be what I think it would be . “I don’t particularly want to be with him because of his looks , boy . I like young ones more . I think I’m more suitable for you than him.” She said in a way more seductive and lower tone . “Sure you are.” A familiar voice replied. Chuckling . I took a deep breath and headed inside . The stick I was holding dropped on the floor.

“Scarlett, I need a quick job, one that doesn’t involve me dancing on a pole.” “Do you even have a place to stay?” She asks with a light chuckle, “still proud at your lowest state?” My cheeks burn. “I—“ “I’ll come pick you up,” she says with a sigh. “Just stay there, I’ll be there in a few minutes. And there’s…there’s an option that doesn’t involve you dancing on a pole.” “What’s that?” She hesitates for a second. “There’s someone who needs a woman for one night. It could cover all your bills.”

And to think that stupid Sylvester tried to get with Desiree… On that faithful day I had seen him and Desiree I felt my whole system discombobulated… I was going on a little stroll when I had seen them together in car parked by the roadside… Of course I would always avoid him but he seemed so uncomfortablytably close to Desiree and for all I knew, i knew killian was a very difficult man so I thought…but Sylvester is a demon.. He literally isn't as good as he claims, if he smiles you need to check if the word smirk exists in the dictionary but his smile is fake .. All in return for something…

*Tristan* Leaving my carriage near the dressmaker’s, I stride with purpose down the street. I need a sweet, a nice, hard, sugary sweet. I can’t recall the last time I had such a craving. I want something to make me feel good instead of like a rotten bastard.

The dirty sentences filled with anger kept ejected from the lips with bright red lipstick. She reached out, stopped a taxi that happened to be passing by and got into it. "Hurry up, Sir." Turning to the direction she had come before, she saw Lilyana who had just come out of a narrow, muddy alley full of puddles and disgusting. Reta sighed, there was hatred that was so strong in her heart. It didn't take long, she had arrived in front of the cafe. From where she was now, it was clear that many people were crowding inside as if something was going on.