Desiree Storm Novels & Stories

I stared at the pretty setting and Alex leaned beside me. His lips touched my ear making me move back but he rests his hand on my back. "I see you like the setting, Me and Kaden did that" I nodded. "It's very pretty," I said. "Hey Rosie, We are waiting for Theo and then we can eat together" I honestly thought she would have kids by the age of 10 or 15. Because she was young. Only 32, I wondered how old Alex was. Since Rex and Kaden were my age. Almost my age.

She grasped my hand tightly near to her heart and said, "I want to keep you here forever with me." I'm just gazing at her silently. Tonight I felt a strong connection between us and I also realised that this girl doesn't deserve a person like me. She deserves love which I can never give to her. A beautiful and pure soul like her deserves a person who loves her truly and cherish her all his life and I'm not that type of man. I'm dominant, loves to control women and I don't want the feeling of love in my life. I can't give her what she wants. I think my desire to control her will remain my desire only because butterfly doesn't deserve all this. She is a free bird and now I don't want to cut he

“I promise to not disobey you again, I will always tell you where I am going and I will not talk to Kyle anymore.” “You promise?” He asked and she nodded. “Yes, I promise.” “Okay. Do you want me to stop?” “No, but please don't torture me with it and let me cry out.” She begged and he didn't give her a response. He moved the vibrator in and out of her and she moaned, she placed her hand on his shoulder with her free hand and she cried in pleasure. Draven increased his pace and her body shook as she came, she sighed in relief and let go of Draven. She ran her hands through her hair.

but my very spirit endlessly perverted by speculation concerning whatever delirious dance this upstart pretender and I are enacting upon the stage? I'm panting like a winded cur by the climax of this maddening self-interrogation. Every pulse pounding with the seething refusal to let this ridiculously inflated farce go any further. To allow my transcendent destiny among legends to remain forever toxified by a poisonous infatuation for my sworn enemy.

She says to Blade without tearing her gaze away from me. “I'll be there soon.” Blade says to her but she doesn't budge. “He needs you now.” “I'm not leaving you with her. You've not hidden your need to kill her very well.” Storm rolls her glacier blue eyes and struts into the room. “I don't want to kill her, not now. I want to do it when she's least expecting it. I want to kill her the way whores deserve to die.” “Get out.” I bite out to her

Storm could tell that his words had become dangerous, she needed to play it safe, “I would never do that.” “Then should we carry on?” “I don’t want you to waste your time on me, every girl in there wants you and I’m sure they would love to be talking to you.” “You flatter me Storm.” “It’s the truth.” “Then why aren’t you one of them?” Chase replied. “I don’t get it.” “You say every girl wants me but why don’t you want me?” Storm was surprised at his words, she had to think fast, “I’m not that interesting.” What a shitty excuse that she had given.

She is known as the Angel of Desiderium. " That's nothing! I'm cold right now. I'm wearing this thin clothes for almost 4 hours and the aircon in this place is f*cking high!" Coraline said, A 20 year old woman. She is also one of the stars of the Desiderium bar. She is known as the Star of Desiderium because of her remarkable performance in every show she has. " We still have 2 hours left before the rehearsal finishes and after that we need to take a shower and get ready to perform, Immediately " Coraline said out of annoyance.

A long-legged beauty with the thinnest figure Shea had ever seen and thick clouds of raven hair unfolded herself gracefully from behind the wheel, stepped out and slammed the door. "I want to know who's in charge here," she demanded, fists planted firmly on her hips. When everyone looked at Shea, she stepped forward, wishing she didn't look quite so much like one of the construction crew. "I guess I am.' She held out her hand. "Shea Prescott. I'm the architect on the project." The other woman's eyes traveled up and down Shea's body scornfully, a distasteful look on her face. She ignored the outstretched hand.

[Mia's POV] My name is Mia Monroe, and I’ve been a professional p**n star for six years. At 29 years old, I’m one of the most popular performers in my niche. Fans love my curvy, all-natural body: big, soft 36DD tits that bounce hypnotically when I ride cock, a tiny cinched waist, wide hips, and a thick, juicy ass that I can clap and twerk on command. I have long dark hair, full lips, and a filthy mouth that knows exactly what to say to make viewers explode. I do mostly hardcore scenes now — rough sex, deepthroat, creampies, anal, and occasional gangbangs. My fans can’t get enough of how loud I moan and how greedily I take dick.