Desires Novels & Stories

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.”

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 demands "no i havent, i cant my body it just wont, its desensitised its....... its broken. but that doesnt mean i dont want too, i still want to help you acheive yours" i say almost desperately these sensations are magnificent and i dont want him to stop, but he looks like hes about to walk out the door

> He had been carrying desire for three weeks and had been routing it through the framework of grief and jealousy and the injured party and all of it had been real, all of it had been genuine, and none of it had been the actual thing. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The actual thing was desire. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The desire to know what it felt like to be seen the way Eve had been seen, to have someone look at him and find the actual person rather than the designed function, to reach and be reached for in return by something that had chosen him rather than been assigned to him. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He did not know yet what that looked like for him specifically.

Not rational desire—instinct, uncontrollable, possessive. "Do you want this?" My voice came out so low and raw I barely recognized it.

This time he even explained what he meant. "What? Is he asking me if I want to get laid? Is he out of his mind?" I thought. I nodded to say no. But deep down I wanted to do it. A carnal desire which only few could resist. He ordered one of his men. "Untie him."

"Website? What website?" "It's a website where we post things about gossip and stuff it's kinda like that show I watch called Gossip Girl." She sat at the edge of my desk, typing on her phone. "Anyway, Seth has commitment issues, but he was in an interview yesterday, and he said he might try to find a woman at the ice ball that catches his eyes. And hopefully, that's me," she stated confidently. "Well good luck with that. There thousands of other girls out there just saying," I told her as she leaved.

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 .

i say huskily “ i want you…. all of you….i want you to touch every part of me” she gasps out feeling my warm breath on her wet core. I don’t waste any more time and slide my tongue over her core from her opening to her clit lingering for a moment on her clit stroking it gently making her squirm under me. I wrap my arms around her thighs holding her in place as i devoire her core. “Oh goddess jack …..yes” she gasps out between moans. She pulls my hands, i glance up at her watching the pleasure roll across her features.

but I really want him, so badly , desperately. it's like a feeling of wanting him but not in a sexual way, but in a internal way. I just want to touch his skin to appreciate how smooth it feels. hug him and live in his warmth of body. smell his scent and ruffle his soft hairs. look into his eyes while hearing his deep voice and sock in his presence like it's physically impossible to have someone like him.