Drunk Desires Novels & Stories

Toxic need. He knew he was playing with fire, but he couldn't seem to stop himself. And the more he drank, the more needy he became. And in the dark room, Micheal's secret desires waited patiently, like a predator in the shadows, ready to strike when he least expected it. He looked towards his door, his eyelids heavy from drunkenness and his heart quivering in want, wishing to feel someone's warmth. Anybody at all. It was quite late and at this time, Noah would've gone to sleep.

My tongue loosened by alcohol, my heart still raw. I said, looking at the driver, “Today was a bad day… a great one for me.” He didn’t answer, but my drunk self wouldn’t shut up. I continued blabbering with my loose mouth. “You… you won’t believe what one devil—though he isn’t ugly, he is a handsome one—said to me today!” I began, my words spilling like molten lava. “He said I want to climb into his bed,” I said, laughing hysterically before drawing the driver closer to me, and kept blabbing. “Am I mad? Why would I want to marry a human without feeling for him? He thinks the world revolves around him. He thinks everyone wants him. If he is giving to him as a bonus to get married, I would hav

It was hot and muggy weeks from Golden Valle to Lovecraft County hot days when little left their homes only if necessary and even more important the daily work and those days when the sun was so hot and radioactive that normal was the most boring. Several people disappeared among indigents and homeless people a new drug was floating through the streets and the clown of crime himself walked through the shadows young and adults ran through the alleys. They were looking for the drug called Desire which they said revealed their greatest desires and would not wake up anymore it was a hallucinogenic drug. What induced those who used it to reveal and use the greatest desires and that in their dream

"Why did you stop?" The mirror showed only my own haunted expression, jaw clenched with want and frustration. My hands gripped the sink harder, knuckles white with the effort of restraint. “Fuck” I breathed as my cock erected. I can't get her out of my mind. Marianna. She haunts me, consumes me, until I feel like I'm drowning in a sea of my own twisted desires. I picture her everywhere - in my bed, in my shower, bent over my desk as I take her from behind. The fantasies are always the same, always escalating, always more depraved than the last.

Being the other woman felt like whoring even though I wasn't sleeping with him; it felt wrong. We finished breakfast, and James and I went upstairs to get ready. The moment we stepped into the bedroom. He pulled me into his arms and embraced me. Hugging me tightly, he crashed his lips against mine and began to kiss me desperately. My body was betraying me, and I did not know what to do. He travelled to my neck and grazed his teeth against where a mark should be. Sucking the skin, I moaned and felt wetness pool between my legs. My body wanted him. My wolf craved him. I pressed my thigh together to control myself while I moaned. This was unfair. He was skilful, and I was untouched; how the fuc

All I want is to bring her home. “Stop teasing me, woman; I'm no saint; Don't make me lose my sanity; I can take you here, right now; you don't know what a man can do with a pretty drunk lady like you.” I have a lot of dirty things going on in my head; it's hard to control my manly desires. And Roe is making it difficult to concentrate. My libido rises, and I have to reign it like a horse. Why don't you try? They say the passion and desire disappear once it's over.”

Like a fantasy I didn't want to wake up from. “Fuck Lilia, I want more.” He purred in my ears and I moaned in response. How can someone look so drunk with desires and the fact that he longed for me made my stomach roll with sweet butterflies? My nipples were sharp and pointed and I couldn't miss the hungry stare in his eye and I shook. He stopped kissing my lips but the need was there, so primal, so longing that he growled. “You need to sleep.” His husky voice whispers, sending his minty breath to my skin.

(THE DREADED SCENES) IS he going insane? Insane in the part and way that is devilish and laughable in a hellish way, yet not? “Tsk!” The questions that might be circling inside JK’s mind right now. But probably not. The words and just might be your thoughts for how this little dark book is unfolding. The deeper dread and darkest corner of everyone’s evil desire for everything that they couldn’t have, yet they dearly wanted. The deepest greed that is ever known, with the taunting desire to never left go.

I was too eager to get fucked than to care about how I looked. My heart slammed in excitement as I closed the door of my room as softly as possible. Except for the sound of my own breathing, the house was enveloped in a pindrop silence. As I tiptoed down the corridor, I brought my hand up to my chest. Feeling my breasts through my clothes, I confirmed that they were indeed hard. They needed to be sucked badly, just like my pussy needed to be ate and fucked. After weeks of using my hands and my toys, I wanted a real thing. My body craved the touch of another human. And Darren was willing to do that. I would never forget the way his eyes glinted when I made the offer to him. Ever since, my min

I stared at the screen for a long time. For the first time, I realized something terrifying. This wasn’t just desire anymore. This was war.