Desperate Measures Read Online Novels & Stories

My no should be a soild no! Am not that freaking desperate for relief.... Liess... Am freaking desperate for him. The truth hits me like a punch to the gut, stealing my breath.His grip on the doorframe tightens. "I’ll beg on my hands and knees if I have to.” “Fine. Go ahead.” I release my grip on the door and take a step back. My mind already doing a little sing song reminding me that I would regret this but I didn't care... Regret was one thing but desire was another..

Part of me wants to slam my fist into his face for the disrespect. The other part wants to grab his shoulders and beg him to tell me what the fuck I’m supposed to do. How am I supposed to just turn this off? How do I get my girl back? “God, what do I do?” The words push themselves out of my mouth and I hate how desperate I sound. I drag my hands through my hair, my nails scraping my scalp hard enough to cut. I feel fucking helpless, like I’m drowning and there’s no surface. I’m trying to blink back the hot pressure building behind my eyes.

When I opened my eyes, things were just as usual. "No, please no." I whispered. I closed my eyes and tried again. I don't remember how long I did that, but I do remember that it was more than thrice. But at one period, time started flowing again. It wasn't an easy task, I must say, but it did teach me one thing. Desperation leads you towards doors you didn't know existed. So far, all that had happened to me were all because I was desperate. Desperate to meet Heathens, desperate to save them, desperate to even stay alive. Desperation was my power and the key to my job.

The silence was his answer to my every outburst. "Anita..." breathed my mother, but I shook my head. I licked my lips, "Mom, sometimes when you don't want to see the truth, you blind yourself to it. But my eyes are wide open now. No matter how much I cry, beg, plead or talk sense... You both will turn a deaf ear. I will say 'yes' to him on one condition," "What is it? We will do anything," My father voice leaked with desperation My life is shadowed by a cloud of sorrow, guilt, sadness, hurt, and pain, no matter what. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Desperation ran through my body, any noise made me alarmed and scared. "I need to get out of here, but where! I thought desperately." "My love, please help me! I pleaded, hoping my thoughts would reach him. " - I found you! - He shouted, making me look around scared I wasn't seeing him anywhere, but in a desperate measure I entered a door on the right.

I implore you, lend me your ear," he gasped, his voice saturated with an overwhelming sense of desperation. In the depths of my despair, I found myself wandering aimlessly through the labyrinthine corridors of life. The path I once tread with certainty had become obscured, leaving me adrift in a sea of uncertainty. Yet, amidst the shadows that threatened to consume me, a flicker of hope remained, a glimmer of goodness that refused to be extinguished. Oh, In the depths of despair, she pleaded for assistance, her voice trembling with desperation. "Help me find it again," she implored, her eyes filled with a flicker of hope amidst the shadows of uncertainty.

The thought of enduring further pain, uncertainty, and manipulation seemed unbearable. In that moment of despair, an idea formed in Ameera's broken mind—a desperate, final act to end her suffering. She rose from the bench, her body filled with a resolute determination. She thought of ending her suffering, of finding solace in the oblivion of death. Without considering the consequences, she stood up from the bench, tears streaming down her face, and stepped onto the empty road.

She poured water on her face, but it did nothing to help her. She stayed in bed the whole day. Even when Aria came knocking to talk about the newest Freida McFadden book that she had just read, she couldn’t bring herself to open the door. She just pulled her knees to herself, trying not to cry anymore. The only thing she could see was Aldo, looking even more disappointed than he already was. She could see him filing for a divorce. She could see him chasing her out of the house while Aria shook her head.

His breath brushed against my sensitive skin and sent a shiver through my body. When he spoke, his voice sounded hoarse and stern. "Did you touch yourself today?" I began to panic, wondering if my actions in the morning had made it worse. In that case, what should I do now? Embarrassed, I nodded and said, "I did. Does that mean it's getting worse?" He nodded gravely, then carefully tied a thin hemp cord around my tiny bud. "This is part of the desensitization therapy. You must fully cooperate, regardless of what happens."

“You’re going to stay right on this edge a little longer. Beg louder. Cry prettier. Show the camera how badly that desperate pussy needs to be owned.” My muffled, broken sobs vibrated against Zara’s cunt as fresh tears spilled down my face. My hips tried desperately to pull him deeper, but he kept me pinned, only the head of his cock teasing my entrance while Zara’s juices flooded my tongue. I was shaking, dripping, completely destroyed with need–and I had never felt more alive. “More… please give me more cock…” I begged between desperate licks, voice hoarse and trembling. “I’ll do anything… just fuck your desperate little slut…”