Curvy Desire Novels & Stories

Katrina, a stunning 38-year-old woman, sat on the couch in her modern suburban home, her mind filled with dark, taboo desires. Her son, Mitch, was away at college, leaving her alone with her twisted fantasies. She had always been a dominant woman, both in her personal life and in the bedroom, but lately, her cravings had taken a disturbing turn.

The spotlight found Desiree as she strode to the front, her entrance met with a wave of applause. I knew her trick; she could charm anyone, a skill honed, no doubt, from her days as a high-end escort. Luring men to bed was one thing, but getting them to part with serious cash? That demanded a certain finesse I couldn't help but respect. A smirk played on my lips as I surveyed the room, the fools gaping at her with undisguised hunger, oblivious to the bomb about to drop. They expected a partnership announcement. Oh, if only I could savor each of their reactions individually. Tonight was going to be glorious.

“Yes. God, yes. I want that. Want you.” Noah grabbed a small bottle of lube from the side table—clearly prepared—and slicked his fingers. He worked one inside Ethan slowly, then two, scissoring and curling until he found that spot that made Ethan cry out and see stars. Three fingers later, Ethan was writhing, begging. “Now—please, Noah, now—” Noah slicked his cock, lined up, and pushed in inch by inch. The stretch burned in the best way, full and overwhelming. Ethan’s nails dug into Noah’s back as he bottomed out, both of them panting, foreheads pressed together again.

I could feel his bulging length against my core. He was huge and very hard. I clutched his bulging biceps and felt his hard body under my palms. I traced his defined chest, his hardback, and his strong shoulders. I pulled his face closer to my face and ran my fingers through his hair. His tongue explored every corner of my mouth. His hands traveled under my shirt and touched my bare skin. He caressed my soft feminine curves with his hard yet, smooth palms, which sends a jolt of electricity through my entire body and I shivered with anticipation.

He looked over at me, glancing down at my body and back up to my eyes again, "You wanna party so bad? Imma give you that"

His gaze turned lewd as he took in her pretty face and attractive figure. "You make my mouth water, gorgeous. Guess I won't be lonely tonight," Buford said with an eerie cackle as he continued to stare greedily at her, as if he'd already stripped her naked. "This pill is called the Curse of Desire, gorgeous. We made it right here. Once you eat it, you'll lose all your rationality and become nothing more than a cat in heat, driven wild with lust. "When the time comes, I'll definitely fulfill all your desires. And if that's not enough for you, all of us Jalunese men here will be more than happy to satisfy you. Hahahaha!"

CAMILLA “Do we have a deal?” Rhys asked, his hot breath fanning my pussy and clouding my thoughts. I knew it would be near impossible to accomplish this task because I was already resisting the urge to clamp my legs together with his face right in it. Desire pooled in my abdomen, my body quivered with heat and with fog in my brain, I whispered in a shaky breath. “Deal.” He chucked deeply, “good fox.” I barely had time to breathe.

I immediately looked to see who it was, scanning that person–which is a man who wants to dance with me and something that I feel that he has a bad intention. Speaking of him–he was maybe thirty-one years old and he's an ugly pervert. Ugh! Why does this ugly jerk have the confidence to take me to dance here? Damn it! Then suddenly, the music turns into a romantic song. I tried to push him away as I felt that he was slowly wrapping his hands on my waist tightly and his hands were going down to my butt. “Hey! miss, relax. Don’t worry, I’ll just have some dance with you..” he said in a seductive voice and he insisted not let go of me.

I can't stand my best friend's suspicious gaze after he would see my swollen lips. ~~~~ Having reached the house, I threw my bag on the couch and sunk on the floor beside it. My eyes can't stop tearing up with fresh new tears. That felt pathetic. I hate to be kissed. 'But you enjoyed it, didn't you?' Mocked by traitor heart. I can't understand why was it happening. I just wanted to shove it out of my head. I hate that cunning guy. He is a... A sex addict! Ethan Connor, the fucking hot guy is a pervert, a scoundrel, a mother fucking sex addict and more.