Curvy Desire Novels & Stories

She kept her fingers moving, slower now but deep, curling against Giselle’s g-spot while her tongue gently flicked the oversensitive clit. “Too much. Lena, it’s too much…..” Giselle gasped, trying to close her legs. Lena simply pushed her thighs wider and smiled against her pussy. “No, darling. This is only the beginning. The curse wants me to push you further. And I want to give you everything you deserve.” She reached for her bag again and pulled out a pair of vibrating nipple clamps and a thick, ridged plug. Her eyes were glowing with pure, obsessive devotion.

He pushed forward, felt her sleek, slick flesh part for him. They both cried out, and moved towards each other, their bodies slippery with desire. Curtis slid in another inch, one more. When she looked up at him and begged in a broken whisper for him to take her now, he groaned in surrender, thrust home.

She looks so pretty with nice curves that I found myself salivating while running my eyes all over her body. “Is your wife anything like me?” Desiree asked while running her hands all over her body and touching herself. I couldn’t think straight… Instead of answering, I simply grabbed her and pinned her against the couch.

Desire. Six letters that describe the magnitude of sexual attraction between two people currently engaged in an activity filled with passion. Byan, on one hand, was someone who had never truly felt satisfied when doing it with Kia. Oh, he reached his climax, of course. And very pleasurably so. But when the waves of pleasure slowly ebbed, his desire would rise to the surface once again. He couldn’t control the explosive lust he felt for Kia, the only woman who had reignited his desire for intimacy after three bitter years spent trying to forget Alana and Aksa, his deceased wife and son.

It was desire, in its purest, most demanding form. Jerry’s hand started to caress my body at the same time that I imagined it. It had been very long since anyone last touched me like that, and I couldn’t help but to yearn for the pleasantness that came with it. Jerry gave me that as his palms cupped my butt and fondled them.

“You’ve been impressive for a long time.” “Yes,” I say softly. “And I think I’m done performing that version of myself.” He doesn’t respond immediately. Then: “Who are you when you’re not impressive?” I don’t answer right away. “That’s what I’m finding out.” He smiles—not reassuringly, not proudly. Curiously. That matters. Curiosity feels like invitation without demand. We sit with that. Desire is no longer whispering now. It doesn’t shout either. It states. It says: This way.

“I can’t take it anymore. It’s impossible to endure. Do something. How do I stop this?” I haven’t seen a more beautiful, more desirable picture in many years. Her curves beckoned like a drug, making me forget everything—who I am and what I am—when this mad girl is near. “There is a way to deal with this filth,” I can’t hold back, and my hands keep insistently exploring those so-desired forms. “You just have to give the body what it craves.” She yields to me without protest, throwing her head back with a long moan—so responsive, so desperately desired it makes my balls ache. How badly I want to say to hell with everything—the curse, getting rid of it—and simply enjoy this girl.

“I am here on my terms, not yours. What is this place, really? A brothel for the bored rich?' His lips curved into a smile that did not reach his eyes, hidden as they were. He rose, towering over me at six-foot-four, his presence filling the room. Up close, I caught his scent: sandalwood and smoke, intoxicating. “The Vault is art. I curate experiences, desires made manifest. Guests submit to the narrative I weave. You, however... you intrigue me. Most arrive eager to kneel,” I stepped closer, invading his space, my breasts nearly brushing his chest. The gown's fabric whispered against my skin, nipples hardening from the chill or perhaps his gaze. 'And if I refuse to kneel? What then, Curator

What is this sensation and why don’t I want him to stop? Chris’s hand slid into my private area as he tried to apply the lotion. I believe he did it on purpose. As he came into contact with my wetness, his eyes widened. My body ached with insatiable curiosity and desires. A restless desire kept me on my toes. My heart raced with even greater curiosity as his palm touched my moisture. I desire him to touch me once again. I don’t want him to stop. Chris was well aware that what he was doing was driving me nuts. However, he went ahead and did it. I bit my bottom lips shut to prevent a moan from escaping. I would be humiliated if I gave in to Chris. My gut was churning. For the love of God, Cami

While the song Desire by Meg Myers is playing in the background. With a shaky breath, Destiny says, “As you wish, my love.” And begins to undress while keeping her gaze on me the entire time. All I can do is stare at her beautiful body as I strip myself bare, letting her gawk at my body with those beautiful electric blues that show me the desire this woman has for me. She lays there in all her nakedness, arms above her head, legs spread wide open for me to come invade what is mine. Her hair cascaded all over the pillow, looking like the goddess she was. She was stunning, and she was mine. A growl leaves my mouth, and I inhale her scent. A mixture of Jasmine and Lavender with her arousal. Ta