Drunk Desires Novels & Stories

“Damn it, that old pervert spiked my drink” I cursed under my breath, further muttering incoherent obscenities. The hallway was dimly lit, as I staggered across, movement unsteady, my mind dazed, fogged with effects of the liquor and drug coursing through my veins, body burning with unfathomable feelings that I could not decipher, feelings for sudden need, desire to get laid, drown by the touch of man. what with the sudden crave for the heat of man, something in my sane mind I wouldn’t acknowledge, but as the moment my instructive thought took precedence.

I couldn't tell her I forgot to add that tiny little detail of me telling him by name Ariana studied me for a long moment, then sighed. “Well, that’s creepy. Sexy, but creepy.” I laughed softly, shaking my head. “That’s the problem. He’s both.” The words hung between us for a beat too long. Because what I didn’t tell Ariana — what I couldn’t tell her — was how my mind wasn’t racing because of fear. It was racing because of desire. A dark, raw kind of want I didn’t recognize.

I lay there in the dark, ass stinging, pussy dripping, nipples hard, and my body burning with desire. I wanted him so badly. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep.

I felt like a completely different person, one consumed by intense desires I couldn't control. My skin felt scorching hot, as if my body temperature had skyrocketed in an instant. My heart was pounding in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears like a ticking time bomb. I could almost feel my pussy was going to blow if I didn't get what I wanted. The desperation was suffocating, making it hard to breathe. I felt like I was drowning in my own desires, unable to escape the overwhelming urge that had taken hold of me. My thoughts were a jumbled mess, but one thing was clear, I needed this, whatever it was, more than anything else in the world.

His desire for her was like a ravenous beast, voracious and relentless that cared nothing for right or wrong. The consequences be damned. The world be damned. His morals be damned. He wanted her, truly, madly, insatiably. She's like a drug he's hopelessly addicted to.

We were the perfect love story, and we could have remained so…if only I hadn’t…. “Liv, what do you want?” Mark asked, snapping me out of my thoughts again. My eyes darted over the menu, “Ummh, could you order for me. I need to use the restroom real quick.” I barely heard his response as I literally sprinted towards the restroom. Have you ever been horny? I don’t mean that little urge you feel when you’re next to a man you like. I’m talking about full blown crazy need for sex. You can feel your blood dancing, your heart racing, your cunt wet and so full that something as simple as your thong grazing against your clit is electrifying.

His entire body had gone tense, and his eyes hooded with desire. Fuck, he thought, as blood pooled straight down in his shaft. But then she was drunk. She had no idea what she was doing. He shouldn’t be thinking about throwing her onto the bed, tearing that flimsy lace off her soft and curvy hips and plowing his cock into her so hard, her screams would bring the entire club house down. Those X-rated thoughts of his, while she was drunk were too depraved. “What are you doing, Mackenzie?” He finally asked in a voice thickened with raw male desire.

Because my body wants him, my heart wants him, it's incredibly crazy how I'm still a slave to his every move. We both groaned as we suck and lick on each other's tongue. I am already sober earlier, but why does it feels like I'm getting drunk with his kisses again? The desire is filling in my mind and all I could think of is the building pressure in my belly. I don't even feel scared if someone up there might catch us making out.

He walked closer to bed and pick the bra up, He sniffed it and chuckled. "We broke up,Enea"I whispered, He walked up to me and grabbed my waist. "Does that mean I have no right to touch my property?" "Property?,How?"I flustered, I placed my hand on his chest and pressed my lips together. "We shouldn't really be doing this" "Do you want me to stop then?"He asked, Darkly. Lust, Passion, Dark Desires, I can't resist him, Even though, I broke up with him, I can't help but think about the time we shared together,I love him so much and I can't seem to get him out of my mind.

“What do you want?” “I want a woman! I can pay!” he barks, “I’ve got gold, look! Just get me someone to fuck. I want them all the moon. For this much gold I’m not…I’m not…” coughing and spitting out a wad of flem that none of us could hide our revulsion for. “I’m not sharing.” Grant looked over at Chase. Some of the girls stepped forward to get a better look. I knew better. I hung back. Drunk ones are rougher, playing out fantasies that are not for women who despise them.