Body Desire Novels & Stories

The sound of her voice, saying my name in the most sensual way, echoed in the depths of my subconscious, striking chords of longing that resonated throughout my being. I was like a teenager in the throes of puberty, unable to control the rush of newfound desires. The line between dream and reality blurred, the intensity of my longing for her manifesting in a physical response I couldn't ignore. My body reacted instinctively, growing more aroused as her image danced tantalizingly within my mind.

“…pure?” Scarlett’s breath caught, her honey-brown eyes widening as he continued, his gaze raking over her naked form with unabashed possession. “To learn how to truly please me, Scarlett, you will need to be corrupted,” he murmured, a low moan escaping him as his hand drifted down, wrapping around his hardening shaft. He stroked slowly, deliberately, head tilting back, eyes fluttering shut as a deep growl vibrated in his chest. “And oh…” he groaned, the sound raw and primal, “the pleasure I will have in doing that is unimaginable.”

I felt like a completely different person, one consumed by intense desires I couldn't control. My skin felt scorching hot, as if my body temperature had skyrocketed in an instant. My heart was pounding in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears like a ticking time bomb. I could almost feel my pussy was going to blow if I didn't get what I wanted. The desperation was suffocating, making it hard to breathe. I felt like I was drowning in my own desires, unable to escape the overwhelming urge that had taken hold of me. My thoughts were a jumbled mess, but one thing was clear, I needed this, whatever it was, more than anything else in the world.

A deep, steady ache that had nothing to do with pain and everything to do with want. My arms wrapped tighter around his neck as his chest pressed to mine, and it was like every nerve ending in my body went off at once. "Lunaryn…?" "Oh baby girl," she cooed, practically purring. "You’re turned on." "I’m what now?!" "Aroused. Heated. Horny, if you wanna be vulgar. Your body wants him. Real bad." "I...I’ve never.." "I know. That’s why I’m here. Let yourself feel it. No shame. No fear. This is what desire feels like when it’s real."

‘You can’t just choose to be lesbian, have you ever gotten tingling lady bits from watching naked boobies, or from fantasizing about a nice pink pussy? ‘No.’ She said regretfully shaking her head. ‘But to be fair, Tara, I don’t really get tingling lady bits from shirtless guys or a random cock either. I guess it’s not about the body for me, it’s more about feeling wanted, feeling needed. Like they’re so in love with me they can’t take another breath without missing me or thinking about me. I just have this need to be desired I guess.’ ‘I guess.’ I said shrugging.

My body, exposed on giant screens. I feel naked, even though my dress is still on. John grips my hand. Demon shields me with his body. And we walk out without looking back. We run through golden hallways like hell itself is licking at our heels. And maybe it is. Outside await cars, shouting, cameras. But also—desire. Fire. The need to claim something the world is desperate to take from us. The car takes off like it’s trying to outrun gravity itself. The driver says nothing. And neither do we.

“That’s the one thing I can’t seem to write.” “Why not?” he asked. “Because I don’t know how to describe it without sounding fake.” He studied me for a moment. “Maybe that’s because you think desire is only about the physical. But it isn’t.” I met his gaze, waiting. He continued, “Desire can be wanting to understand someone completely. It can be curiosity, admiration, or even silence between two people who can’t stop thinking about each other. It’s not always about touch.” His voice was low, steady, almost thoughtful enough to make the room feel smaller.

I lay there with the phone beside me and my body thrumming with desire for the taste of a man I wasn't supposed to want. How do I overcome this temptation?

But my pussy clenched at that thought so I reached for the lube and poured a generous amount on my fingers and turned so the camera caught the curve of my backside. One slick finger circled the tight ring, pressing gently. The stretch burned so sweetly I gasped pushing deeper and feeling my inner walls flutter around the intrusion. “Fuck,” I moaned. “It feels so dirty… but I love it.” I worked the fingers and out slowly letting the fullness spread. My other hand found my clit rubbing in tight circles while I imagined a thick cock replacing my fingers, pushing into my ass while another filled my cunt. “I want to be bred tonight,” the words slipped out of my mouth sounding so raw and uncut. “I

With every beat of my heart, I felt it beat for him. By morning, my eyelids are heavy, but my mind is on alert, obsessed. I feel like I've crossed an arid desert, a desert burned by the fire of desire. My thoughts are dry, my body empty, and my chest so heavy I struggle to breathe. I know I will give in: I will go back to the church. Not because my faith demands reparation, but because my desire demands its poison.