Deeply Desire Novels & Stories

Bill’s voice rang around them amidst the howling and slapping winds that sounded hollow and terrorizing. Bill sat across from her on his knees. He effortlessly slid his fingers under her chin and elevated her mouth near his. As his gaze intently stared at them with visible desires, he whispered, “All I want is you. From your smiles to kisses, touches to caresses… I want them all to myself. Not to Ethan, not to that ratchet best friend of yours.” His words sting. He was insulting him beyond what Ava had done. But to be honest, was this any different from what she had said? Her humiliation was covered by some veneration unlike this.

while Maria got all her father's love and affection, Amber got heads turning everywhere she went because of her extraordinary beauty and tender soul. "Happy birthday sister and congratulations,dad and I have the best present for you I can barely contain my excitement. I am sure you will DIE for it." She said emphasising the word die. Amber paid no attention to her sister but decided to sit and wait for her to finish her blubbering because she knew better than to walk away from her bossy sister would get her in trouble with the father.

I moaned softly in pleasure and desire . Crap! I fucking have desires for him. His one hand pulling my hairs softly gave him more access to my neck and cleavage . His other hand went under my skirt up to my bare thigh. I gasped when his fingers touched the sensitive skin between my legs . His feather like touch made my clit craving more . He started drawing circles over the thin material of my slit . His mouth never left my neck . Sucking and licking . His finger went inside me . My walls tighten around his two fingers . He started slowly in and out . Making me moan loud.

"Everything in you is done exactly for someone like me, Jessy. Who else could try to understand a weird wage earner like me?” I laughed loudly, holding his biceps, bringing him closer. I knew that if we started that we couldn't finish. I knew we would still need to have a more serious conversation, without that sexual desire making us so lascivious. But I think that would never pass. That feeling of torpor, that anxiety that gave me goosebumps from the soles of my feet, that tasty cold passing through the spine. Nothing in the world would bring me that feeling. I had already been lying down with men enough to know the difference. It wasn't just his way of making me moan or cum, it was HIM. I

Should I write her name on my heart or the awareness of my existence on her lips? After her disappearing from life, desires started awakening within me. Desires to look into her eyes, sit with her for hours. To hold her hand in mine, to run my fingers through her hair. To listen to her words for hours, to feel her presence. These desires have taken root in my mind, all based on the hope that one day I will meet her and fulfill all the desires. Then, I will stop her from leaving again. I'll keep these desires in my mind, hoping that one day she will meet me to fulfill them. Then, I will keep her close to me and never let her go again.

Processing or feeling or both. “Warmth,” they said. “Not temperature. Something else that uses that word. And a pull, the way you described, the distance between where I am and where I want to be.” Their fingers moved at the base of Aren’s neck. “And something I can only describe as not wanting this to stop. Actively not wanting it. That’s different from just continuing a behavior. I notice the difference.” “That’s desire,” Aren said. “Then yes,” Lyric said. “I desire you.”

Desire ignites like magma in my body, like a volcano erupting. I'm burning with a passion... I desire her with all my passion and desire, I want to fuck her, I've lost my mind, but I can't help feeling this way about her. All I wanted at this moment was to just give her a kiss, so she knows that my body desires her, and we won't let her go so easily, not for now. I know she desires me in the same way that I desire her, we can't resist what we feel, we both want more and more.

A Tale of Deepening Desire and Intimacy . Samson's eyes danced with playful desire as he held Sony's hand. "Want more, my enchanting Sony?" he murmured, a mischievous smile on his face. He twirled her around with a flourish, her elegant gown billowing outwards like a soft, ethereal cloud caught in a gentle breeze. "I cannot resist the pull you exert on my very being. My deepest desire is to leave an indelible mark upon your heart and soul."

He leaned forward, genuine curiosity lighting up his eyes as he asked while driving, "So, tell me about your latest venture." She leaned back, taking a moment to gather her thoughts before delving into the details of her ambitious project. With every word, her excitement grew palpable, her gestures animated as she described the innovative tech startup she was spearheading. The vision, the goals, and the cutting-edge software they were developing spilled from her lips, painting a picture of boundless potential.

Have you ever sunk deep into the depth of desire as your heart wished for you to drown while your mind told you to fight against the waves? When I look at Deimos I am always caught by desire's net. Desire to touch. A desire for a taste. Desire to possess. With each passing day, it overtakes me inch by inch sinking its fangs deep within me sucking my will to fight.