Desires Book Novels & Stories

“These thoughts… they’re dangerous. You need to focus on resisting them.” “I am,” she said, softer now, almost like she was trying to reassure me. But it did the opposite. It made the desire in me sharper. I was aware of every shift in my body, every quickened heartbeat, every twitch in my fingers. I wanted to close the gap between us. I wanted to hear her breath against my skin. I wanted things I could never allow myself to want.

I wanted it badly…no, needed it badly. Want is a HUGE understatement. Daniel pulled his fingers out, unzipped his pants, and took out his pretty long,tick,edible cock. It was long, veiny, and rock hard. He rubbed the fat head up and down my slippery slit, teasing my clit until I was whimpering. “Please…” I begged quietly. He gripped my hips and pushed inside me slowly. Inch by thick inch. My mouth fell open as he stretched me open. The burn felt so good. It was that feeling of pleasurable pain.

“Sit on the edge of the desk. Let me show you what I mean.” Mia hesitated for a second, then did as he asked. She sat on the wooden desk, her short skirt riding up her thighs. Kane rolled his chair closer until his knees were between her legs. The air between them felt thick. “You write about forbidden desire,” he continued, his hand resting on the thesis paper right next to her bare thigh, “but your words are too safe and too clean.” His fingers brushed lightly against her skin. “Real desire isn’t polite, Mia. It’s messy and makes you ache. It makes smart girls like you do stupid things.”

Maybe even nastier next time if you tip good 😉 I hit send, deleted the chat history just in case, and cleaned up properly. My body was still buzzing with need but I forced myself to calm down. I brushed my teeth, changed into comfy pajamas and climbed into bed. ———— The next morning I woke up to my phone vibrating on the nightstand. I grabbed it sleepily and opened the notification. **Delivery Update:** Your package from SecretDesires Shop will arrive in 45-60 minutes. Track your order here.

(Her POV; His POV threaded through the final movement) Desire doesn’t arrive fully formed. It tests the ground first. After the fracture, after the quiet, it comes in fragments—sensations more than sentences. A pull toward light in the afternoon. An impatience with conversations that orbit usefulness. A sudden irritation when I hear myself explaining choices that don’t need explaining. These are not cravings. They’re refusals. Refusals to keep translating myself into palatable reasons.

I said, “I am afraid I will unravel. I have always been composed, sensible and faithful. This feels reckless. It feels like standing at the edge of something vast and dangerous.” I lifted my gaze to the screen, though I could not see him clearly. “In the dreams, I am fearless. I let him guide me wherever he wants. I trust him completely. And that frightens me more than the desire itself. I do not want to be someone who loses herself in another person.” The quiet in the booth felt thoughtful, not condemning. “Desire can teach us about ourselves,” he said. “It can show us what we are missing, or what we fear. It is not the end of you unless you allow it to replace everything else.”

I am scared, and it makes my heart beat faster. "Let's go here." he said. I nodded and let him pick the books he wanted to borrow again. By the looks of it, he is indeed a bookworm. It is no wonder he is knowledgeable. I read, yes, but not too much. Sometimes, I will fall asleep while reading a book. "Oh." I exclaimed quietly. I immediately got the book titled "The Book of Human Emotion" I think I need to study for it. I started to open the first page and read it.

He just laughed and called me a lusty demoness. ‘If not for you, would I be lusty?’ I thought, but before he left after having his fill of sex, he dumped a book on me as I lay, naked and exhausted, on a pile of dried leaves. I just felt like an object, but I was determined to make him change his mind about me because I love him. And he had to have feelings for me too.

Inside, they made love again, slower, sweeter, no rush, no ghosts. Just them. Finally, wholly, unapologetically together, she finally meet someone would could meet her desire and was everything she deserved and more, he could fuck like an ox and he wanted ever part of her, she had done more exploring than she had ever done with David and it was a nice beginning to something beautiful. On returning from the mini vacation, she had over a dozen emails and voicemails, apparently Sarah was fucking up the contract and they needed her to take over and make amend, I thought to myself I guess Karma exists.

I made a sudden turn, bringing myself to face him. Desire made his eyes glimmer as he stared down at my lips. His eyes were light brown and they had a mesmerizing effect on me. I felt myself drawn closer to him as my own desire clamored for control. Without hesitation, I gave in and parted my lips, offering it to him. “Kiss me,” I whispered. “You don't have to ask.”