Drunk Desires Novels & Stories

A potent cocktail of anticipation and arousal bubbled within them, threatening to burst forth like lava from a dormant volcano. He gazed at her, his heart hammering in his chest. "I want you, Lily," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "I want you now." She sighed, her body arching toward him, her breasts pressing against his chest. "Then take me, Kade," she gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Fuck me hard." His breath hitched, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. "God, yes," he groaned, his voice rumbling with raw hunger. "I want to fuck you so badly."

Both looked into each other's eyes with undisguised burning desire while trying to catch their breath. Lucas stopped moving his waist but didn't pull out. Benard's hole, ever-naughty, still constricted around little Lucas on autopilot. "Dear, you look so...tempting right now...you know that?" the blond remarked. The darkhead nodded, letting out a resigned exhale, "Yeah... I know. Even...my hole is...irresistible to you, isn't it? Tell me, how many times have you...banged me in your dreams?"

I didn’t want her like the others did—not for a cheap thrill or a moment of power. I wanted more. I wanted to own every second of her life the way she unknowingly owned every second of mine. I wanted her laughter. Her fear. Her bad habits. Her silence. And it scared the hell out of me. Because for a man who had everything, I shouldn’t want anything this badly. Especially not someone I’ve never touched. I closed the laptop and stood, walking to the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the city. The skyline glittered like it always did—cold, perfect, untouchable.

He was a man driven by hatred, lust, and an insane desire to possess what he could never have honestly. The princess who had moaned with pleasure between dragons would soon discover the price of being desired by monsters… and by men even more monstrous

I have my arms around her and I amfeeling her beads and glasses and those sexy creamed up melons, seeing Andrea looking at me over the tops of her small gold ovals, I add a good bit of man sauce and as Jackie Gleason used to say,"How sweet it is!" "Did you like the feel of my steamed up glasses all over you down there?" Asked Andrea. "Yes I did, fact is I loved it." "We'll have to take more rides, you know that right?" "You think so?" "I look forward to it, take a long enough ride, we might have to stay overnight somewhere, have a nice meal and a good room, could my heels turn you on too?" "I think you could get me turned on with your heels." "Later on, I want to have you cum these for me."

His ambition, once a nagging hunger, now burned like a fever without cure. He conjured images of countless desirable women and handsome men, a vast array of beauties and physical specimens, lying prostrate at his feet, eager to serve his every whim, clamoring for the honor of spending their nights with him. They would come from all states and every continent, a diverse tapestry of humanity: blondes with hair like spun gold, raven-haired beauties with eyes like midnight, sultry brunettes, willowy and slender figures, voluptuous forms, tall and petite. He craved them all, hungering not just for their physical presence, but for their admiration, their unquestioning devotion, their very souls bo

Like a drug, I’ve been tormented ever since I had a taste of Catalina’s blood the first time we met, and like a drug addict, I’m drowning in desires for it. I’ve tried feeding on a lot of people, but it isn’t enough to satisfy the urge and hunger; I just keep wanting more of that particular blood. I am starving for it. The dark veins in my neck become visible, throbbing and darkening to almost black, as a faint, internal tremor runs through my body; my hands shake uncontrollably, and my lips quiver. My focus narrowing to a pinprick of needing her blood, drowning out everything else.

Shadows and wind wrapped around us, silent witnesses to our heat, our pleasure, our unrestrained craving. “You… this… was insane,” I gasped, pressing against him, still trembling, breathless, sticky. He smirked, brushing a damp strand of hair from my face. “Insane… addictive… and just the beginning. Next time, I’ll take you even further.” I pressed back, trembling, sticky, breathless, utterly undone. Desire pulsed through me, insatiable, unrelenting. I wanted more. I needed more. And even as the city lights stretched endlessly below, I knew some pleasures could never be contained. Some encounters would haunt, consume, and leave you trembling, desperate, craving the next forbidden moment. And

“Just once. Please.” No. No, no, no. His eyes were wild. His skin burning hot. The scent hit me like a wave—sweet, cloying, thick like syrup. It wrapped around my head, messed with my focus. Like a drug I didn’t want to breathe in. I jerked, kicked, cursed, but he was too strong. His fingers slipped under my shirt, shaky and desperate. His body trembled above mine. “I think it’ll stop if I just have you once,” he muttered, leaning in like he was drunk on something I couldn’t see. “If I taste you. Just once, Tate. Please—I need it—”

I had until noon, Anna would be back from school. I couldn’t help myself, I reached down, touching my crotch through my panties. “Uhhmm…” I moaned, feeling the familiar heat. But this wasn’t enough, I craved sex, a man, a full fleshy dick not my slick fingers. Lisa’s words rang in my head: “Get a sugar boy. Someone young, hungry, who just wants to fuck you and fuck you right. No complaints.” The card was still tucked in my dresser—the one I knew I’d use, but not this soon.