Drunk Desires Novels & Stories

I wonder how much rejection a girl can endure before it finally kills her. I jump down from the bed and stroll to the kitchen. His bedroom, kitchen, and living room are the only familiar places in his mansion. His mansion is so big, I wonder what is hiding behind all those close doors. I shrug and fill my glass with water. I need something stronger than water. I walk over to the bar stand and redraw a drink at random, setting it on the bar top and fixing my ass on the stool. I fill my glass and consume a little alcohol. It's burning my throat. I feel like drinking it again, but I know drunk girls are usually a turnoff for gentlemen, and although Luca is not the gentleman, he likes to act the

Just imagining my mouth on hers, stealing her breath away, tangling my tongue with hers, stroking every corner of her mouth with my tongue, making her moan in excitement with parted lips? I know how dangerous my thoughts are, but I still can't stop my mind from thinking of what I desire. This is the woman I want, the woman I want to do beastly things to, the woman I want to steal from my brother and hold dearly in my arms, pampering her with kisses, loving her with my caresses, spoiling her with sweet words, and most of all, fulfilling her lusty desires. “Darm!” The words slipped out of me before I could control them, my eyes shone with uncontrollable desires and wicked thoughts which were f

“They’re too close. Too tied to my life. If I let myself want them, everything changes.” Another pause. “And does that frighten you,” the guide asked, “or does it feel inevitable?” Elias’s throat tightened. “Both.” The guide’s hand withdrew then, not abruptly, but deliberately, as if creating space for the truth Elias was circling. “You’ve been taught that desire must be justified,” the guide said. “Earned. Sanitized. Approved.” Elias nodded. “Yes.” “But desire isn’t a verdict,” the guide continued. “It’s information.”

I’m a disgusting, filthy whore. For years, I’ve hidden the darkest fantasies that consume me every single night. Gangbangs. Being used by multiple men at once. Rough, degrading, cum-soaked, no-limits sex where I’m nothing but a set of warm holes for them to destroy. I dream about being passed around, choked, slapped, filled in every hole until cum is leaking from my pussy, ass, and mouth. I touch myself thinking about it constantly — three, four, five cocks at the same time, stretching me, using me, breeding me like a cheap slut.

Lucille’s pov Have you ever wanted something for so long that the desire became a part of your DNA? Maybe you’ve always dreamed of scaling a mountain, boarding a plane for the first time, or finally holding the keys to your own home. Maybe it was a business deal, or finally marrying the person who holds your heart. Or maybe, it was just the raw, desperate need to be with someone. How does it feel when it finally happens? How does the world shift when your fantasies finally become your reality?

We were both beautifully drunk, flushed with desire, and completely obsessed with each other. “I’m going to eat you up so good tonight,” Michael said, his eyes dark with a wild, hungry passion as he pinned me against the bedroom door. His hands were warm, sliding down my waist, making me shiver in a way Matthew never could. “Yes… come on, baby,” I breathed, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him down to me.

That obstinate disobedience set my blood on fire. “You think I don’t want you?” I growled, low and dangerous. His mouth opened, his breath ran faster, but he did not say anything. My head was pressed nearer, and his scent filled me, dizzy, sweet and drive me insane. "Edrian, every godsdamn second, I desire you till it makes me mad. Until I can no longer fucking breathe without tasting you in the air," I confessed, "And desiring you and having you are not the same thing."

I feel so hurt that he doesn't want me but then he wants me, "l would stake my life for you just to hear you tell me that you want me." "What did you do that for?” He asked me about the topic of his drink and I gave him my sincere answer. "Because l love you and l want you to be mine.” "What?” I could hear how low his voice was in his throat. "I knew you'd act this way so l choose this for you. l poisoned your drink but don’t worry it's not that kind of poison,” l said, fucking him with my eyes, "It will stimulate your hormones and take control of your body, making you want more than you can get. It will leave you with excessive desires and drive you into pleasure.

Read at your own risk, and may your journey through the shadows lead you to the light of your deepest desires. ***** In the shadowed corners of our deepest desires lies a world few dare to explore, a realm where the lines between pleasure and pain, love and obsession, power and submission blur into a mesmerizing dance. Welcome to The Art of Seduction, a series crafted to lead you through the labyrinth of human passion, where every turn reveals another facet of our darkest fantasies and most forbidden dreams.

Meanwhile Andy Andy narrates. I don't understand what's wrong with me, since Monday I haven't stopped thinking about Camille, her image comes to my mind every moment, remembering the smoothness of her skin, her fresh and natural face, her curves under her wide clothes, they have me Desperate, I would like to make her mine, but it is something that cannot be, I do not even know her well, but I want to have her in my bed, under my sheets, I do not understand, I refuse to believe that this is happening to me, I am a committed man and I refuse to lack my values.