Desire And Decorum Novels & Stories

Keyra lets out a hypocritical laugh “leave the predisposition please, I just want you to have dinner with me tonight, since we have never done it that is my condition, from tomorrow we will not be anything together, do you think? Watch me cook for you, I never even do it, but I also want to end all this” “Is that your condition?” Andy looks at her even more confused “Yes, what's wrong? I just want us to share a moment alone, nothing more, a dinner like in the old days, after we part ways, you won't know anything about me or I about you, so it will be like a farewell” She takes off the kitchen apron she is wearing, takes him by the hand and leads him to the dining room table, where she has e

Finally, a response, albeit one fixated on his name rather than the whereabouts of my brother. "I couldn't care less about your demands for respect. Where on earth is my brother?" I bellowed, my patience pushed to its limits. This man was beyond belief, consumed by his own self-importance. "Do not use profanity, Germ. It is unbecoming of a lady," Jeremy calmly retorted, his voice tinged with superiority. "To hell with your expectations of proper behavior! I shall speak as I please. Release my brother this instant!" I fired back, my patience waning. Yet again, he chose to ignore me, placing a file before me.

Perhaps it was a blessing after all. I ensured my room door was bolted tightly before slipping off all my garments and my inner pants, leaving not a stitch on myself. I eyed myself in the mirror, touching my tips right down to my round bottom. Hans has used terms like a temptress, a seductive woman and possessing an attractive figure on me. In contrast to my sister, she has a relatively straight body devoid of any curves.

“Being tolerant makes one great. Being without desires makes one strong. This might be the essence of your virtue and sincerity. “However, if you still think like this in your current position, it is a sin. It’s no wonder the opponent could take advantage of your Inner Demon.” James opened his eyes and retorted, “I’m not as noble as you say. I’m not a saint, and I am not without desires!” Frona questioned, “Do your desires match your current position and strength?” James was at a loss for words. Frona resumed, “You desire to stay with your wife and children forever. In addition, you likely wish for your group of close friends and relatives to be able to live in happiness too.”

Like I wasn't sitting fifteen feet away with my heart trying to escape my chest. "Desire," he said, writing the word in sharp, aggressive strokes, "is not neutral. It never has been. Literature doesn't just describe desire-it shapes it. It tells us what we should want, who we shouldn't want, and what happens when we want the wrong thing." He paced and loosened his tie. I watched his hands and hated myself for watching.

The shame was a fire in her veins, but mixed with it was a forbidden excitement, a dark desire that repelled and attracted her in equal measure. "You feel excitement in danger. In the taboo. In the surrender of control. That is why you are here. Not just for ambition, but for this. For the thrill of being broken and remolded by stronger hands." He finally raised his hand, but not to touch her sensually. His index finger traced a light, almost clinical line from her shoulder to her elbow. A shiver ran through her entire body. "Shame and desire are two sides of the same coin, Lara. You are discovering that now. It's a valuable lesson. More valuable than any MBA."

I climbed in, silently noting the leather interior, the cold minimalism, the lack of warmth, exactly what I’d been thinking about decorating since the first day. The drive to Blackwood Tower was quiet, the tension thick, punctuated only by the hum of the engine. Noah’s hands were clasped together in his lap, his gaze fixed on the city skyline. I wanted to ask him if he even felt the same pressure, the weight of pretending, but the words died in my throat. I wanted to ask him why his father and brother were absent from the marriage but I held it back. Back at the penthouse, the silence stretched. He led the way with precise efficiency, guiding me through the marble floors and austere hallways

Jenna's lips curved into a slow, seductive smile as she rose from the couch, her movements graceful, predatory. "Travis, darling," she purred, her voice low and husky, "why don't you show Sadile just how much we appreciate her... enthusiasm?" Travis's eyes darkened with desire as he turned to Sadile, his gaze raking over her body with an intensity that made her shiver. "With pleasure," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a jolt of excitement through her. Sadile's heart pounded in her chest as Travis approached her, his movements deliberate, calculated. She felt a thrill of anticipation as he reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, his touch sending shivers down her spi

He watched as his darling alternated between tugging at and tweaking his nipples hard. "Ngh~" "You like it, huh?" Benard asked smilingly. "When will you kiss me?" "I've showered you with so many kisses, haven't I?" "None of those were where I wanted to be kissed," Lucas replied. "Have you ever heard the word 'Contentment' before?" "In this case, it can never apply to me or you, darling," Benard then sneered, "Look at you, daring to decide for me," "I'm your darling and I know you pretty well. You must be dying to fulfil my wish. Why the hell are you keeping us both yearning for no just cause, hm?"