Curvy Desire Novels & Stories

Palming and gripping the new curves I didn’t know existed. “Tell me what you need Cub,” I whisper in her ear before sucking the lobe. “Show me what you really want…..” “I don’t……” Her gasp as my hand finds its way to the smooth, forbidden v, has us both moaning. Crackling with the sublime awe of every cell between us arcing and whipping towards the other in an inevitable crash. Her hairless folds aren’t quite wet.

The slow-burning stretch of being filled by him is turning my brain to liquid, not to mention every other organ in my body. It hurts, but it’s not enough. I need all of him. Suddenly, I’m overcome by a desperate need to be filled by him. A burning desire to have him deep inside me, until there is no space left between us. My pussy throbs with a deep, carnal longing for his cock. Dusting my lips over the skin of his neck, I smile as it elicits a deep growl in his throat. “I want more,” I whisper. “More?”

a fallen pen, her short skirt riding up to reveal the curve of her ass and the faint sheen of dried cum on her thighs. “Oops,” she murmured, glancing back at him. “Clumsy me.” Damon’s eyes flicked down for a brief second, then returned to her face. No hunger. No crack in the armor. “Sit down.” She obeyed, perching on the edge of the desk instead of a chair, legs slightly parted. “Professor Damon… you saw me getting fucked. You know how wet I get. How loud I moan.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Don’t you want to feel it for yourself? I can be quiet… or I can be as loud as you want.”

Her stomach was flat, her hips flared, and between her long, powerful legs, a dark, inviting delta of curls promised untold delights. Moose and Crume wasted no time. They surged forward, their hands, calloused and rough, finding her. One gripped her waist, hoisting her, while the other hand burrowed into the fiery expanse of her hair, tugging her head back. Her neck arched, exposing the delicate line of her throat. “Yes,” she breathed, her voice a low growl, “Show me your desire.”

On the other side of the curtain, I heard the chair creak. "She’s doing great, Luke," I called out, my voice muffled by her thighs. "Just hold her hand steady. We’re almost through the sensitivity check." Luke’s voice came back, sounding choked up. "I’ve got you, honey. I’m right here." I felt a surge of power. I worked my tongue deeper, swirling it into her opening while my thumbs spread her lips wide. The wet sounds were unmistakable. Desiree was a mess. She was sobbing into her pillow, her body shuddering as she hit her second climax. Her juices flooded my mouth, hot and thick. She bucked one last time and then went limp, her legs shaking in the stirrups.

Because they did… they were almost black now, burning with raw desire and something possessive. “We are too far gone for you to want to back down now baby girl” he said, in his low and rough voice, like gravel. His face was so close she felt every word on her lips. “Now tell me what I want to hear. I know I will be the first man to enter here”

This time he even explained what he meant. "What? Is he asking me if I want to get laid? Is he out of his mind?" I thought. I nodded to say no. But deep down I wanted to do it. A carnal desire which only few could resist. He ordered one of his men. "Untie him."

Ben's shirt was still on Maureen's body, open. “Don't want to try this one?” Maureen puffed out her chest, jiggling the firmness until it eroded Ben's patience. Yes, Ben was tempted. His willfulness had peaked during their first session. His dark nether regions closed, imagining Dera in front of him. The softness of her well-memorized lips parted, providing an opiate that was impossible to resist. Her woman twisted his deepest longing until Ben explored his boneless taste buds further.

A girl in a white shirt and a pair of red trousers walked to the table with a rack of drinks and a bucket of ice. I turned my attention to the stripper whose shape was like an hour glass, though slender like a domestic cat, and her skin was glossy like polished glass. She had bouncy, apple shaped breasts with a tattoo in the space between them. There was fluidity in her movement as she swirled around the pole mounted inside the cage. She put her head down and raised her legs up. She slowly parted her legs. With one hand, she balanced herself at a spot and the other hand somehow found its way to her groin area. The index finger of her free hand got lost inside her panties and when it came out

It feels softer than I expected. He steps back, and the space where his touch had been cools quickly. As I sink into the mattress, an intense warmth and desire surge in me, making my body flush pink and my opening flood with juices. The ache between my legs intensifies to the point I can’t hold on any longer. I sit on my knees and grab his hand before he moves away. “Fuck me, please?” “Impatient already, huh?” First Guy laughs. “I thought you were a tough one.” He leans down to me such that his thumb brushes my bottom lip. “You know the drill. Answer the questions, and we'll give you what you want.”