Curvy Desire Novels & Stories

Curves in all the right places, a natural artistry that makes my mind feel like it’s about to split into two, one half screaming in alarm, the other half roaring in pure, unadulterated desire. The sun, a benevolent spotlight, catches her, illuminating the delicate planes of her face, the rich, warm tone of her caramel skin. She glows. Truly, madly, deeply glows. She’s the most exquisite, beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. And then there is that ass. That utterly perfect, beautiful curve, a testament to some divine sculptor. She's wearing denim shorts. Or should I say, *bum shorts*, as some ladies call them. They are practically so short that the fabric barely skims the apex of her

I went to my hidden folder and hit play on one of the numerous sex videos I kept hidden. The screen filled with a nude curvy brunette. Her legs were spread wide on a messy bed and her fingers parted her slick pussy lips before she grabbed the thick vibrator. It buzzed to life. The low hum vibrated through my earbuds as she teased the tip along her swollen clit, gasping softly at first. Her breathy whispers turned into throaty cries as she pushed the toy inside inch by inch. “Fuck, yes,” she groaned. The camera zoomed in, showing her hole stretching around the ridged shaft. Juices coated it shiny as she fucked herself deeper.

When his hands finally reached my inner thighs, spreading them wider, I was shaking. “Cassian… please…” “Not yet,” he growled. One bare finger traced the outer lips of my pussy, collecting the slick evidence of my arousal. “So fucking soaked. The curse is feeding on your desire. It wants me to touch deeper.” He parted my folds with two fingers, exposing my swollen clit and dripping entrance to the candlelight. The cool air kissed my heated flesh, making me whimper. Then his bare thumb pressed directly against my clit. The pleasure was blinding.

Her Desire, No Rules! Intro; She's the star dancer at an exclusive club, known for the way she teases but never lets anyone touch. But when a powerful, dangerous man books her for a private session, she realizes he's not the kind to take no for an answer. His hands, his voice, his money makes him the man that owns the moment and by the time her knees hit the leather couch, she's breaking her own rule, drowning in desire as he fucks her like she's his.

Desire beat like a drum inside her, rising higher and higher in crescendo. Rodrigo curved his fingers inside her at the same time his teeth grazed over her sweet spot, and she screamed. Her eyes rolled shut as wave upon wave of pleasure washed over her. Her arms were heavy when she finally lowered them.

Warning: This is not your regular soft romance.This is the kind of forbidden collection that ruins self-control. Within these pages you will find stories of people who know better… but choose to break the rules anyway. Temptation becomes obsession,chemistry becomes addiction. Forbidden connections that start with a single look and end with someone on their knees, begging for more. In the heat of forbidden desires you will encounter characters who cross every line they swore they would never cross, therefore surrendering to their deepest, wettest desires. Neighbors who watch in the dark. Professors who turn private lessons into something far more dangerous. Bosses who demand complete sur

"I can't learn because I always want more and more of you every time. Now let's go before I end up undressing you." Her words ignited a fire of desire within me, but I knew I had to control my desire. With great effort, I pulled away, taking a deep breath to steady myself. "Let's... let's go," I replied, my voice strained with restraint as I tried to quell the rising desire.

I want you barely able to hold them open. Back to three fingers. Deeper. Curl and grind on that spot until your vision blurs. Four again. Stretch. Fill. Fuck. Rub your clit raw—frantic now, no pattern, just pure need. Your back is arching so hard it hurts. Your breath coming in broken sobs. Your legs shaking so violently you have to fight to keep them spread. You’re babbling, aren’t you? Whimpering my name, begging out loud for permission. Not yet.

She saunters over, slipping an arm through mine with a grace that could be mistaken for warmth if you weren’t paying attention. “I’m glad you came,” she says, voice smooth as silk but with a hard edge. “It’s important you’re here, you know. People talk.” I nod, watching the way her gaze flickers with something more calculating than affectionate. We move through the crowd, Bianca introducing me to a few influencers who barely glance my way before turning back to their phones. I catch the flicker of annoyance in her eyes, but she masks it quickly. “People love fantasy, don’t they?” she murmurs, loud enough for me to hear. “They want the perfect couple, the perfect story.”

We were in the big conference room, whiteboards covered in notes, laptops open, takeout containers scattered across the table. We’d been going back and forth for an hour about the closing line of the TV spot. “It’s too much,” I said for the third time, leaning back in my chair. “It’s going to come off desperate.” “It’s supposed to feel desperate,” he shot back, not looking up from his screen. “That’s the point. Desire isn’t polite.” “Desire also isn’t alienating half the audience.” He finally looked at me, eyes tired but sharp. “You think sex sells by being polite?”