Curvy Desire Novels & Stories

I fill him in on everything that has happened while he was here, making him wonder if we would still have a shot, now that I am taking the cure that suppresses my desires. I explain to Cade what the witch said, that the cure suppresses my desires for everyone, except my true love, which is Dark. Cade wants to test that and starts kissing me without my consent. He sneaks his hand under my dress and rubs my clit to try and make me wet. "-Stop it, it won't work! -Oh really? Cade says while penetrating me with his fingers. -Ah…I… -Look at this!" Cade shows me his wet fingers, then spreads my legs and fucks me deeply.

“is that why you reek of desire? Is that why I could smell you two floors down? Weren’t you calling for me to come and give you what you are craving the most?” “stop,” a broken plead breaks from my lips. “please.” “what's wrong with something quick to get our edge off? Even the curiosity, too? No one has to know, and I won't remember all of this tomorrow anyway. I am too wasted to remember this whole encounter.” “you- you want to use me to curb curiosity?” it hurts. It hurts so much that my hand clutches my chest. “is that all I am to you? A body to sate a brief urge that you feel?”

He'd completely cut of my seduction tactics and my plans to be dominant and almost had me begging. Lord, why did I want that to happen again so bad? Why did I want to fuck him for real so bad? "So fucking true, he's so dreamy." Curly hair moaned out and for some reason I didn't want to acknowledge just yet, I wanted to throw her across the room. "Laurel, stop that!" The straight brown haired girl giggled like a school girl. "But it's true, he's so fucking hot, I'd bark for him if he asked." She said, her eyes turning dreamy.

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.