Curvy Desire Novels & Stories

I watched it flow over her pert nipples and licked my lips without realizing that I’d done it. “Do you want to suckle one? Have you ever done it?” “I’m not a lesbian,” I protested in a strangled voice. “Curious doesn’t mean lesbian,” she said with a soft smile as she stroked one of my nipples with her forefinger. “Curious just means curious. The body was meant for pleasure. Don’t let human ignorance stop you from enjoying it.” I closed my eyes as I reveled in her touch. My mind raced over what to do. Did I dare act out my curiosity with my bestie?

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.

He wished that this joyful chapter could last forever. Meanwhile, Taylor refused to back down, constantly seeking ways to get close to Jimmy. Yet, he remained steadfast, never granting her the opportunity she sought. Mirabel, however, was relentless in her belief that they should rekindle their romance, despite Greg urging her to let it go. Undeterred, she pressed on. Meanwhile, Jimmy and Susan continued to explore the depths of their love, savoring their moments together without interruption.

“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.

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.

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.

The crackling softened, replaced by a deeper, pulsing rhythm, the rhythm of desire. Jake moved higher, his face now level with her breasts. He began to tease her left breast with slow, circling motions of his tongue, while his hand massaged the other. A deep, satisfied growl rose from Sadira’s throat, more demonic than human, and Jake loved that sound. It meant she was present. That she could feel.