Curvy Desire Novels & Stories

Her thighs shook harder and a dark spot showed on the light fabric shorts she wore. Damien finally stopped hitting the bag. He stood still for a moment, chest rising and falling. Then he began walking deliberately toward her hiding spot. His steps were slow and quiet on the concrete floor. Lila was too lost in what she was doing to notice right away. Her hand moved quickly inside her shorts again. Her hips rocked forward. Her breathing turned into soft, desperate pants. She rubbed her clit fast now, no longer holding back as much. The fantasy felt so real. She could almost feel Damien’s body pressing against hers, his thick cock stretching her open. Her free hand squeezed her breast through

“Now, bring your hand lower. I want you to confirm for me what you told me earlier. Is your surrender as desperate as I need it to be to fuel this war? Are you wet for my voice, Elara?” I gasped, pressing my fingers into the soft, yielding skin of my inner thigh. The confession was humiliating, but the need was a hurricane. “Yy-es, Mr. Adrian. I am. It’s… it’s a mess of heat. And I hate you for knowing exactly how to weaponize my desire.”

But the reasonable part of her wanted her to continue the lie, to hold on to the one last protective barrier she had between her and the man in front of her. "Answer me" he demanded, but this time it sounded like he was trying to hold himself back... Trying to get an excuse to pull himself back. "Tell me you love him Brooklyn, tell me that he's the one you want touching you..the one who's name you want to cry out when you reach your peak, tell me that it's him you want and no one else." She looked into his eyes, she saw the hunger, the lust....she found it impossible to say anything at all.

If not, he wouldn't hesitate to delete all Philips without caring whether they belong to one or hundreds of Philips. With satisfaction after deleting the contact, he turned back around only to see Joyce so intimately close. She was practically hugging him, trying to retrieve her phone which he held up with a hand above his head. He was silent and studied her face which was creasing in a frown. His eyes strayed to those lips that parted and closed more often than usual as a result of the struggle. He felt the sudden but strong urge to taste those again. He became thirsty of a sudden and those luscious twins seemed to be the perfect water to quench his thirst.

The slim curvy girl asked with her eye having blind shot eye trail her eye on her body ravisly from head to toe. "You" She said with a dirty smirk. "You didn't come here for the Alpha desire do you?" She asked facing her table her polished nails playing at the tip of the wine cup. "Ofcourse I do" She laugh with grim covering her chuckles. "You're a sneaky peaky,why do you want me? I'm not a lesbian" she snort. "I didn't say I'm neither" She took her seat beside her her hand slowly moving from her laps down to her leg in a seducing manner.

Why should I let a semi naked lady—a stranger—sit on my lap, dance and get me hard? Yet here I am. Getting one. Loving it. Wanting more. “Let me touch you,” I beg. Desiree shakes her head. “No.” Fuck my life. She's going to ruin me. I swear I’ve never been this hard in my life, and I’ve lived for over four decades. Her wet hair is dripping all over me, yet it's not enough. I want more. I want other parts of her—other wettable parts to drip on me too. I’d do anything to be out of these cuffs, to touch her. Just one touch. I want to see if her skin is as soft as it looks.

"The taboo has never been so delicious, and I want more... always more." "And I... can't resist you..." Dirly replied, her voice hoarse, dirty with desire, her fingers still gripping him. "Every touch, every moan... it addicts me... consumes me..." The heat persisted, the sweat streamed, their bodies still glued together, but desire was already pulsing anew, signaling that this was just another episode of the intense, dirty, and forbidden surrender that would only deepen with every touch, every position, every provocation, and every risk.

The sight of her curvy body, bent over on the floor, fueled a burning desire inside me. Without a warning, I crouched down to her level, grabbing her arm to confront her. She crumpled onto the mattress with fear, pulling me down with her. I pinned her on the mattress, trapping her with my body. I felt her gasp for air and I supported my weight on my elbows. I ran my nose along her jawline to fill my lungs with her scent. It had been driving me wild since last night. A tremor went down her body and her breath hitched with desire. It was the reaction I was waiting for.

Without hesitation, Desirée leaned forward and buried her face in Kaida’s pussy. Kaida gasped, a sharp, beautiful sound. Desirée’s tongue delved into her folds, tasting her unique coolness and the hot, slick evidence of her arousal. She licked and suckled, mimicking the rhythm Conor was pounding into her own body. Kaida’s hands fisted in Desirée’s hair, her hips beginning to move against Desirée’s mouth.

The top part lacy and the bottom part silky and flared on the floor, it was gorgeous. "Oh my god Linds, this dress is beautiful!" I squealed, running my fingers over the design. "Wait until you see your dress. I designed it and you are going to love it." She smirked, that caused me to frown. "Why can't I see it now?" I whined. "Because it's a surprise, and you'll see it on Saturday," she stated as she retreated down the hall to her room. ** "Hey shortcake," My co-worker Calvin called me as he loaded the dishwasher. I knew him since my first year of Uni. He was a sophomore at the time, but he graduated from Uni and trying to pursue his singing career.