Novel & Cerita Dream Of Gluttony

Oh yeah. Good girl,” he murmured. I sucked him until my jaw hurt and finally he came. I swallowed every drop, eagerly licking the head of his cock in case I missed any. I so badly wanted to please him. He chuckled. “Greed is one of the seven deadly sins.” “So is lust,” I offered with a playful smile. “Indeed,” he said, putting his cock back in his pants. “Get back into position.” I immediately obeyed with my hands behind my back, on my knees, legs spread. He nodded approvingly. “So what did you fantasize about me when you touched yourself last night?” I looked up into his eyes. I was too afraid to tell him to his face. But something in his eyes made me want to tell him, to please him. “You i

I was just about to speak when I suddenly realized the entire room had fallen silent. Countless disbelieving gazes moved past me and focused on the entrance behind me. A low voice cut through the gradually quiet atmosphere, ringing through the vast banquet hall. "Since when did my bride need another woman to lend her a man to fulfill a dream?"

one of the ladies croons, elbow-deep in dough, her gold tooth flashing with a wicked grin. “Yeah … those eyes,” another joins, stirring a thick black pot of something that smells like comfort and bliss. Five chicken feet stick out, straight into the air, like they’re reaching for one last miracle before the boil finishes them off. “They’ll make any man fall to his knees. Even the devil.” “There goes my hope of becoming Mrs. Blackburn,” one sighs dramatically, flour-dusted hands pressed to her heart. “Dream on,” another snorts. “You had no hope, even if you showed up naked with a sign saying ‘eat me’.”

he stated, locking his gaze with mine, a devilish glimmer dancing in his eyes. As tension heightened between us, the stakes grew ever higher. Little did I know that our paths would intertwine in ways unforeseen, igniting a maelstrom of passion, secrets, and unexpected turns. Our lives were about to collide, testing the boundaries of love and hatred in ways neither of us could have imagined. Taking advantage of my distracted state, he slipped his hands into my shirt, igniting a rush of arousal and leaving me craving more of his touch. I despised how I always succumbed to his every caress.

His cologne, sexy and masculine swirls around me, and combined with the low lighting of the bar and the light music playing, it’s the most carnal aphrodisiac. Maybe I could just climb into his lap. “Do you want me to tell you what I’m thinking?” He asks and I realize I never answered his question. I nod, not knowing what my voice will sound like or if the words that leave my mouth would be, ‘Fuck me on this bar right now, please.’ “That I wish we’d just gone back to the room after dinner because I can’t stop thinking about fucking you in only those sexy as fuck heels.” My toes attempt to curl in my shoes in response to his words. “That I want to eat your cunt until you fucking scream.”

"No. 1: Overly logical, completely lacking in romance." "No. 2: Had once caused emotional pain because of work." "No. 3: Does not know how to cook." In the Opportunities section, he noted that I liked him, including his virtual identity as Mr. Y, and that he was currently single. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The final page held no summary, only a photo of my cat in its most ridiculous expression, which had become both his desktop wallpaper and our chat background. A velvet box lay beneath it.

And as long as the fantasies consumed him, as long as his desires burned this fiercely, he knew he’d keep coming back to this—to the forbidden, to the taboo, to the intoxicating image of his stepmother. With a heavy sigh, he rolled onto his side, the sticky remnants of his release a reminder of what he’d just done. But as sleep began to pull him under, his last thought was of her—of Elena, and the next time he’d let his fantasies take control

Burning sensations of tears in her eyes blurred her vision completely. Anger, rage, sadness and whatnot. She couldn’t describe it. It was suffocating. To the point, she didn’t want to go back to the dining hall and see the apathetic selfish face of her father and the delusional facade on Emilia’s face. She should’ve known it. How could she be so easily manipulated?

He wondered. Even if it was a dream, he felt that everything in that dream was so real. He also still remembered how the bride looked. She had long black wavy hair and also beautiful grey eyes. Then he talked to himself, "Will she be my bride? Was the dream a vision of my future like my others' dream?" Daniel was happy for that dream because he hoped that he could get married at the age of 23. It implied that he still had two years left to find his bride.

Demons- I thought- of lust, of desire. Now, don't roll your eyes. Desire demons take far too many forms to just say mine was a succubus thing- I didn't summon them just to get my rocks off. Lust demons are the deal makers, the insidious, the Djinn. They meet us humans at crossroads, grant us wishes, fulfil our dreams. They are exactly what you want them to be. Be careful what you wish for.