Desire And Decorum Novels & Stories

I was drunk. The only thing I wanted to avoid the whole night was being swayed at the moment and giving in to his charm. Getting drunk and losing my senses. Surely, tomorrow's regret was bound to follow. I had completely forgotten the purpose I wore this filthy dress. Moments later after our second drink and his flirting, I found myself in one of the guest lounges, rammed against the wall while his lips caressed every inch of my mouth. He was manly and intimidating in every way a man should be.

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 .

Maybe touch her breasts while relieving myself from this torture? I can try to forcefully sliding my huge rod on her mouth while she's sleeping? But I can't. I really can't. Though I might use the excuse of having revenge for what she did, I still feel that all will be ruined if I do that - our friendship or something more. I feel like a deep part of me really don't want to lose her. It's really hard for me, being torn apart with the decision between my human desires versus my principles. So I stopped myself from doing something that can harass her.

Maybe it was the morning he woke up to find her crying in the garden and instead of mocking her weakness, he held her until she stopped. Maybe it was the day they found out about the babies. When terror and wonder mixed together in both their eyes. Or maybe it was a thousand small moments. A hand reached out in the dark. A smile that lasted a second longer than necessary. A word spoken gently instead of cruelly. Whatever it was, revenge became something else. Something neither of them planned for or wanted or knew how to handle. Desire. Not just physical, though that was there too. But a deeper desire. To know each other. To understand. To be understood.

It was like an addiction, a dangerous desire she couldn’t control. With a deep breath, she pushed open the door and stepped inside. The room was as lavish as ever, the lavish furnishings contrasting sharply with the turmoil inside her. She stood in the center of the room, her eyes scanning the space, when something caught her attention. A small envelope, sealed with the same wax insignia as the one Matteo had received earlier, lay on the bed.

He needed to drive the increasingly clear image in his mind away. … A week later, there was an important alliance dinner, and Vincent attended with Elena. Elena wore an expensive gown and carried herself with polished grace. She was gentle and poised, earning the approval of many of the elders present. Everyone thought they were a perfect match, but to Vincent, the event felt unbearably dull. The air was thick with cigar smoke and perfume, making him feel stifled. During the dinner, a woman who was jealous of her deliberately spilled red wine over her dress.

One week later Desiré noire, or black desire, is what I call my leisure space for the city's wealthiest people. It is not prepotent to say that I have managed to make it one of the best in Paris. All the furniture, equipment and drinks are of the best quality, not to mention the lights and velvets that guarantee a touch of luxury, and there is even a stage where dancing is done to serve up sensuality and make the clients salivate like hungry dogs waiting for a reward.

Desire is not new territory—it’s a landscape I know well enough to navigate without losing myself in it. which is why this makes no sense. If this were simple lust, I would recognize it immediately. Lust has a signature. It announces itself with urgency, with heat, with a clarity that borders on arrogance. It doesn’t ask questions. It doesn’t linger after the fact. It doesn’t destabilize you—it satisfies, then moves on. Duvesa had been like that. The thought surface, sharp and specific. Duvesa . Efficient. Stunning. Controlled in all the ways that mattered. She had understood me from the start—or at least, she had understood how to move within my orbit without demanding more than I was willi

he warned. "Yes,sir" "Also, "he paused and surveyed her. "Punctuality is the sole of business. You must be punctual and regular. Do I make myself clear?" James legislated. "I'm always punctual. You're the reason I came late," Joyce muttered but he heard her. "In what way? Can you explain?" He inquired. "Never mind. I don't wish to tell you," she replied and smiled which quenched the flame of anger that was just building inside of him.

She settled back into her seat, squaring herself opposite Marvin and deliberately puffing out her chest so that her deep cleavage remained prominently in view. At that moment, Ethelyne cut a figure more stunning and breathtaking than any woman in all of Chemisland—at least, according to Marvin's private assessment. Yet, despite her unimaginable wealth and universal adoration, her lack of proper decorum caused her stock to plummet heavily in Marvin's eyes. To him, external beauty and status meant absolute nothingness if a person lacked basic manners and self-respect.