Curvy Desire Novels & Stories

The orgasm was close. Both hers and me. I felt my whole body shuddering, becoming that sôfrega mass of conflicting sensations. I closed my eyes by ecstasy, still moving against Jessy, going in and out, pushing and banging our hips. The desire went up, but when he was about to be released, I changed my movements. I wanted to prolong that feeling. I wanted the desperation to free us to be so much that when it happened, we would have already reached the peak of our souls.

His sex was quivering inside her, and he was tormented with desire. An awful yet sweet cry was muffled by soft lips over her mouth, Sumire was shuddering violently in his warm embrace but Mort lifted her on top of him and whispered between their intense and hungry kisses as the tip of their noses touched. Just as Sumire felt her climax, Mort paused, gasped, and impaled her with a deep thrust. As they came together, their eyes met, burning with fierce desire. "I have a deep desire to know how much your body can take me. To let those sensations take control of you. To just make you feel and not resist the pleasure I cast upon you."

"...tell me..." "...I want...you so...bad...harder...faster..." I begged. Wade began to pick up speed, thrusting and pounding against my vagina making me even more wet than I was. He kept going until felt I was ready for his all. Going as fast and hard as he can, we both moaned and grunted in pure bliss as we both reached out climax. "...Wade!..." I scream at my climax. "...Charity!..." Wade panted still wanting to go on.

came the stranger's reply, and her anxiety began to swell within her. "Could you please tell me who you are? Or perhaps we could arrange a video call? I’d really like to see the person behind those wonderful gifts and letters," she sent, only to be met with a smile emoji in return. "There’s no need for a video call. I’m not as handsome as you might think. I’m quite shy, really. It’s better if we chat like this," he replied. "Oh, alright. But may I know your name?" she inquired.

“The tension, the pull… it’s real, Lena. And denying it won’t make it go away.” She swallowed hard, her throat dry, and nodded, unable to find words. The air between them was thick, almost suffocating, charged with anticipation. Every instinct screamed at her to stay professional, to maintain distance, but her body refused to obey. His hand hovered near hers again, tracing an invisible line across the edge of the desk. The teasing proximity made her breath hitch. She knew the line between desire and propriety was blurring, and part of her was terrified. Yet another part, a daring, reckless part, longed to see just how far this temptation could go.

But I was equally scared as I placed side by side his personality as a vicious, arrogant man, would he also be ruthless in sex? But in that instance, I didn't seem to care because I was already absorbed by the moment. I let out quiet moans and this turned Grey on the more. Something in him told him to take things easy with the young lady right in front of him. He traced my body, the beautiful curves of my waist, and my hands felt fragile. He stayed for a while nibbling and fondling my breasts and this caused my moans and groans from me to increase. “Yes yes,” he loved every part of it, he enjoyed every part of it. He licked my body from my stomach and down to her vagina. He loved the fact th

She tried using her low seductive voice. I ignored that last part of the sentence, and head to the bathroom. I couldn't get Olivia out of my head. She's all I could think about. Her name kept ringing in my head. Olivia. It's a common name, but at the same time, it only fit her. Her complex light brown skin. Her curly hair. God, I want to grab that hair of hers into a fist tilting her head back while I'm deep inside her. That lips of hers. I have no idea how did I control myself last night. That dress she was wearing was so tempting. I'd never let her go out in that. She even thinks men are boring. I'd like to take her up on that. I was really hoping to have a release this morning, but these

I always took what I wanted, and I wanted this. Her. Even if I despised admitting it. I brushed my lips over her bare skin, inhaling her scent. Blood. Fear. Desire. All of it tangled together, a cocktail mixed just for me. How sweet. How tempting. It drove me to the edge of something dangerous—something I refused to name. Love? No. Judas Romanovski never love. This was control. Power. I didn’t love her. I craved the way her body trembled under me. The way she melted into my touch, even when she should be running in terror.

“I think you are so fucking sexy. At the party I couldn't stop watching you... I didn't want to stop. There is something about you that's so captivating. Watching you walk is pure sex. The confident stride of those legs that mesmerize a man. Give him thoughts of how they would clasp him in their strong embrace. The sensual sway of hips I want to dig my fingers into while I press you close and take your mouth that was created to be claimed, corrupted. I have been with you twice, but it's hardly enough.... I don't know if I'm ever going to to have enough. Corruption. Sin. Desire in flesh. And I want to kneel in front of you and beg you to consign me to your hell. Because I want to burn in you.

Desire sparkled in his black eyes, and it only increased my own arousal. “Please,” I begged. “What do you want, baby?” he asked with a mischievous smile. Desire, possession, and victory flashed in his eyes all at once. “I… I want to enjoy it. I want to… satisfy you,” my voice choked. “How excited are you?” he asked, his gaze caressing my body. My hips rose even higher, and he made a grunting sound. “Very,” I breathed. His gaze locked with mine, his seductive scent hit my nose.