Curvy Desire Novels & Stories

This time it was from Desire describing a yacht orgy party in scorching detail. *I watched my Ivy on her knees sucking and devouring Cherry’s dripping cunt, tongue buried deep while Cherry moaned like a raging harlot. Ivy fingered that tight hole roughly, curling her fingers to hit her G-spot until Cherry was gushing into her mouth, squirting all over her face…

There was silence was a few seconds until he turned his TV on and we watched movies for an hour We were on our third movie, it was three in the noon as I had a soft blanket on me as we both laid back on the pillows in comfort. I was half sleepy, I wanted to go to my room. But I was so comfortable. I forget to notice Kaden's hand behind my head. Although I knew it was there, I forgot to think about it till now. "You-You have a lot of girlfriends?" I asked and he snapped his head at me. "Why do you say that?" I bite my lip. "Cause, I see you with many girls. And you are popular in college" He chuckled.

but my very spirit endlessly perverted by speculation concerning whatever delirious dance this upstart pretender and I are enacting upon the stage? I'm panting like a winded cur by the climax of this maddening self-interrogation. Every pulse pounding with the seething refusal to let this ridiculously inflated farce go any further. To allow my transcendent destiny among legends to remain forever toxified by a poisonous infatuation for my sworn enemy.

Whatever it is, it unleashes a wave of desire within me. My cock soon resumes its call to be let in on the action. It strains against my briefs. Precum soaks into the cotton of my briefs. Excitement pounds behind my ribcage. I reach down, letting my hands settle on the curve of her hips. Lucy’s hips are fire. She once modelled for some swimwear brand; and the images went viral. That’s how sexy she is without clothes. She purrs her approval against my tongue. I pull her towards me, not wanting even for a second for anything to get between us, not even our clothes. As though reading my mind, she presses herself on me as though she wants to burrow into my skin.

Maybe it was my tendency or my nature that had become like this, but the problem was that it was getting very difficult for me. I had just opened my shirt when I felt my inner wolf was struggling to come out of this intoxication. There was only and only lust in my mind now, so I pushed him back into my mind. This girl was provoking me. Maybe he likes to play hard. I removed the sheet over him. I could clearly see the form of that sleeping beauty in my sharp eyes, which now had a veil of lust. I could not see the face due to light work, but I found it to be more beautiful than before. No makeup, innocence full of innocence was tempting me. I went close to him and smelled his scent. "Wonderful

She’s self centered like that. I notice that it takes mystery woman a moment before she says, “I can’t say that I’m sure. Can you tell?” I study the piece for a few moments again and say the first thing that comes out of my mouth “Longing. There’s a peacefulness that transcends the piece.”

His hard cock pressed against me, making my legs tremble. I thought I was horny before, but now, everything was ten times worse. I was drowning in my desire. I couldn’t explain how much I wanted his touch. I needed it. I craved it. His hands slid down my chest and undid all my buttons. I gasped as his hot breath fanned against my nipple. I felt colour rush to my cheeks. I moaned softly and grabbed his shirt. I wanted more. “I can feel your desperation, Liv. I know you are dying for me to touch you. God, I can smell your soaking cunt. Do you want to deny it?”

What the fuck am I doing? I release her and step back. I need to get away from her before I do something I’ll regret. Under King’s own fucking roof. ** Desire is a delicate flame that ignites between two souls, flickering softly before gradually growing into a blazing fire of passion. When a couple first embarks on the journey of love, the initial stirrings of desire often begin with stolen glances and electrifying touches. It's a mesmerizing dance where hearts and bodies respond to the enchantment of newfound attraction.

Connected. Surrendered to desire. ******************************************

His hands gripped my hips, holding me exactly where he wanted me. “Look at you,” he murmured, eyes locked on where we were joined. “Taking every inch so beautifully. Your pretty cunt is stretched around me, creaming all over my dick. You love this, don’t you? Love being fucked by a man who can’t get enough of your curves.” “I do,” I moaned, nails digging into his back. “It feels so good… harder, please.”