Body Desire Novels & Stories

If she didn’t specifically tell us what she wanted tonight, I’d lose control about now. But her wants are our calling. They are musts. The goddess gets what the goddess wants. And she wants to feel us all at the same time. “If I wasn’t obsessed with granting your wishes, you’d be on your back right now, getting it filthy. Is that how you imagined us all those years while you fingered yourself in the dark? In the glow of your phone?” I grind upward with my hips and she trembles and gasps. “Poor girl needed the real thing. You’re getting it now, aren’t you?”

I have never felt this way before, I don't know what I am feeling, I want to stop but I am not in control of my body, the strong desires I feel for him are driven by a certain type of energy that takes over me like madness, like an obsession, and pushes a whirlwind of possession in my head. I want to see him all the time, and I want to be with him all the time. I want to bury myself in that scent of his that has suddenly become the reason I breathe. I want to feel him and I want to grasp all of him. I want to shudder and be at his mercy when I am underneath him. I want to only reminisce about him and have the wildest image of him in my head. I want to own him. I took deep breaths in and shud

Our passion intertwines like a complex dance, each movement perfectly synchronized, each touch sending shivers down our spines. In the depths of our desire, we reach climax repeatedly, our bodies becoming one in a symphony of pleasure. It is a euphoric experience, a culmination of our deepest desires and fantasies. In those moments, time stands still, and the world around us fades away, leaving only the raw, unadulterated connection between us.

Sadile's body was a canvas, a map of pleasure, and Travis and Jenna were the artists, painting her with their touch, their kisses, their whispered words of encouragement. As the pleasure built, Sadile felt herself teetering on the edge, her body tense with anticipation. She was close, so close, to the precipice, to the moment when everything would come crashing down, when the world would explode in a kaleidoscope of color and sound.

None of that was a need to have an heir, especially not to please the people in his pack. It was a base primal urge, a burning lust that demanded satisfaction. And for reasons he couldn't explain, Narsha constantly filled his thoughts. Her figure was like a burning ember that continuously fueled his passion. He wanted Narsha. Not her mind, not her heart, but her body. That was all. He wanted to release the frustration pent up in his lower body, to unleash his wildness by feeling her beneath him once again. He saw her as the only object to satisfy his biological thirst.

he replied, his tone resolute. "For the thousandth time, we..." She began, but her words were silenced by a soft kiss that left her stunned, her eyes wide with disbelief. This was the second time he had kissed her. As Jimmy deepened the kiss, she felt a rush of sensations, her mind racing to comprehend the whirlwind of emotions. After years of numbness, something within her had ignited. She could not understand why his lips felt so intoxicating, nor why her body refused to push him away. Gradually, her muscles relaxed, her eyelids fluttering shut, and before she realized it, she was kissing him back. The kiss intensified, neither willing to break free until suddenly, a jolt of realization st

I woke up drenched in sweat. My body felt like it was burning from the inside out. I thought I had the flu last night when I laid down, but this is not the flu. This is madness. My breasts are tender to touch, my core is throbbing as if it has its own heartbeat. What is happening? I feel hungry, but not for food. I want a man, any man. I need to be fulfilled. Goddess! My body aches, pain shoots through my core. I feel like if I don't find satisfaction soon, I will die.

Desire doesn’t ask permission. It doesn’t knock politely on the door of your carefully built congruence and wait to be invited in. It arrives unannounced—warm, persuasive, familiar. And unlike chaos, desire feels good. That’s what makes it dangerous. Alignment is easy to protect from what clearly harms you. It’s much harder to defend against what tempts you to abandon yourself quietly. I feel it before I name it. A shift in my body. A softening.

Even in her death, she did not want any of these unsightly contents to be exposed on the internet for millions to see. What was even more alarming was that she began to feel her body heating up. There was a warm current that swiftly coursed through her body, especially in her lower abdomen. Soon, the desire that burned through her body was unleashed. In desperation, she became crazy about sex.

Not even a cold shower seemed to do much for me after what I just saw. I told myself. 'Gosh, my libido is craving Tameka. I can't believe the effect she's having on me right now. I never knew my wife had such an amazing body! She has it all, too, unlike Lizzy, who is nice but not the full package. I can't seem to understand why my cravings are so strong. I've never sexually desired my wife before now. What I'm experiencing has to be just physical temptation. Finally, I can get over these feelings.' Well, I lied. I sat up, looking at her lying on the other side of the room. My mind kept telling me, 'she is your wife. Why can't I lie down next to her?