Deeper Desire Novels & Stories

He called her name, over and over, his tiny voice raw with desperation. But the flames didn’t care.The fire danced along the walls, greedy and fast, licking up the wooden beams like they were nothing but paper. Another crash sounded from somewhere above. The ceiling groaned under the weight of its own destruction. The fire trucks arrived but it was too late. He was swooped in the arms by a large man. Tears welled up in his eyes. He wanted to scream for them to save her but his throat was tight shut. He fought, but he was too weak, too disoriented. By the time the smoke had cleared, all that was left was the blackened remains of a home he once felt safe in. And her, he hoped that she had been

A few of the employees has began coming to the office with all oblivious of the people in the opened door. Sofia and the unknown guy woke up with a strong urge. The urge that made them crave each other. They both desired to have each other. It felt like their mind was replaced with something else, which can be desire. Nothing else around them matters. They did not take a look at their surrounding and even if they do, their mind was clouded to think of doing anything about it. The strong tearing of dresses forcefully filled the room as Sofia clutched to her stomach. Nothing! Her head is blank, the only thing she can think of now is to quench her taste for sèx .

he called out, his voice a deep, resonant baritone. ​My mother didn't even wait for the driver to fully open her door. She practically threw herself out of the car and into his arms. I watched, my stomach turning, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him—a deep, lingering kiss that felt like a betrayal to every memory I had of my father. ​I looked away immediately, my gaze fixing on a stray pebble on the driveway. Disgusting. ​"And this," William’s voice drifted closer, "must be Summer."

She breathed heavily, her chest heaving dramatically with each ragged gasp, desperate to catch her breath. “I want you to lay on the bed and spread those legs wide for me, little bunny. Show me that soaked pussy and touch yourself until I say stop.”

"Then what do you want? You said there was a price." He turned around, and the gold in his eyes was cold, like frozen coins. "You didn't just call a lover, Claire. You called a shadow. From now on, I am the hunger you can't satisfy. You will go about your life. You will go to your job, you will talk to your friends, you will eat and sleep. But every time a man touches your hand, you will feel my teeth on your neck. Every time you try to find pleasure without me, you will feel nothing but ash in your mouth." The weight of it hit me. It wasn't death; it was a haunting.

She’s self centered like that. I notice that it takes mystery woman a moment before she says, “I can’t say that I’m sure. Can you tell?” I study the piece for a few moments again and say the first thing that comes out of my mouth “Longing. There’s a peacefulness that transcends the piece.”

We were in the big conference room, whiteboards covered in notes, laptops open, takeout containers scattered across the table. We’d been going back and forth for an hour about the closing line of the TV spot. “It’s too much,” I said for the third time, leaning back in my chair. “It’s going to come off desperate.” “It’s supposed to feel desperate,” he shot back, not looking up from his screen. “That’s the point. Desire isn’t polite.” “Desire also isn’t alienating half the audience.” He finally looked at me, eyes tired but sharp. “You think sex sells by being polite?”

My heart starts beating faster and faster as I become aware of something I have never seen before. It's desire. He wants me so much that he doesn't even need to express it. His eyes perform all the work for him; they evaluate me and pierce my flesh with his hunger until his gaze heats my entire body. He is skilled at what he does. I can tell by the arrogant smirk on his face that this is the one he used to reserve for the other girls—the one that was never meant for me. And yet he still manages to pull me in.

“Open your mouth. Let me kiss you deeper.” I open my eyes and peer through my lashes, and I still say, “Okay.” I reach for the back of his head and lean closer. I open my mouth and let him in. His tongue, warm and insistent, plunges into the recesses of my mouth, awakening a dormant desire. He is still a great kisser, that when I thought I lost desire for another person, here it is again. The desire is still present, pooling in my belly as I remember all the nights we shared. I guess those nights are the only good times I shared with him.