Envy And Lust Novels & Stories

I wanted him to tangle his fingers in my hair and tug at it. My heart pounded even harder. My body flushed, the foreign sensation running rampant. Is this what it felt like to crave someone? Lust and I were never on the same page. I had touched myself before, but nothing I did really satisfied me. Nothing like this. Like being set on fire. And at the root of all my fantasies were unusual blue eyes. So interesting, oddly the color of the phenomenon when snakes change their eye color before they shed their skin. Even when we first met, how he cornered me, his voice deep and dark. I was ashamed to admit how much I liked it.

On the verge of a sexual orgy, lust was driving my young white wife to be fucked by dark strangers. A lone lusty Emma, a naked white woman, was going to have sex with multiple dark cocks of strangers. What was driving them? Was it the lust of seeing a young naked white woman who wanted to be gangbanged? Surely, lust and sexual desire were causing this extreme arousal. Lust, in me seeing my wanton naked wife, was causing my permanent erection, albeit it paled in comparison and color as to what was lined up for Emma.

The girl blushes with her other hand covering her face and I bring down my lips to the back of her hand. I turn to the second lady, and repeat the same with a different line. "Your smile, like a rare and precious bloom, brings a warmth to this evening that no other light could provide. I am honored to bask in its glow." She too blushes and giggles. I turn to the third girl and say, "My lady, the very fabric of your gown seems to sigh with pleasure at the touch of your skin." The girl pulls her hand away in disgust and pushes me aside as she walks away.

His eyes burned with anger, but I wasn’t finished. I rose slowly to my feet, my expression hardening instantly. “Olivia might be oblivious to the kind of man you really are. You might’ve fooled her with that fake, noble act of yours. But you can’t fool me.” His eyes narrowed. “I see right through you,” I continued. “Beneath all that righteousness and fake heroic act lies the same hunger every man has. Desire. Envy.” My lips curled. “You crave power. Control. Ownership. You envy it. You always have.”

And as he gazed at her flushed face, he couldn't shake the feeling that this dinner was just the beginning of something much deeper and more meaningful between them. His words, soft yet profound, echoed in the stillness of the moment, carrying with them the weight of a thousand promises of pleasure. "I want you," he declared, each syllable imbued with the purest of intentions of his lust for her, as if every fiber of his being yearned to convey the depth of his affection to get pleasure.

He didn’t even bother to wonder that taking away Andrea from his top rank henchman could open some untreated wounds. Power should only be exercised by sober heads. Laude had fallen to the temptation of intoxication and his sexual appetite that should have been cured long before. They say that men with tremendous sexual drive can either turn that energy into achievement or atrocity. Seemed like he embraced both and the latter resulted in his impending downfall.

the man asked to her picture and laugh like a lunatic that he is. ***************************** Love and lust are feelings that came together BUT In love you do find lust but in lust you never found love **************************

Once he started stealing the money, he bought extravagant cars and jewelry for his wife, that one was pride, and the excessive obsession with wealthy items was gluttony. His reason for the materialistic things was jealousy and desire to be like the men at the top of the firm, Joseph wanted his name to be on the sign outside of the building, and he thought that having money was the way to get there, that was envy. The only thing left was wrath, which I was only waiting for to be able to send him to where he belongs.

“This pussy has been begging for my control since the will reading.” I gripped the edge of the desk, moaning loudly with every thrust that hit that spot inside me. My tits bounced against the wood, nipples scraping and sending sparks through me. “Harder, Ronan. Make me feel owned.” My mind spun with raw lust, loving how he filled me completely, stretching me wide while secrets hung between us. He reached around and rubbed my clit roughly, his fingers slick with my juices. I came hard around his cock, my pussy clenching and pulsing as waves of pleasure ripped through me.

Elena is shocked and her smile slowly fades away. “Mistress?” “Yes” Daniel replies. Elena shakes him off from her, “Why your fucking mistress!?” Elena says angrily Daniel sits on the bed and looks at Elena, “What else do you want?” “Marry me Daniel,marry me!” Elena screams while struggling to free herself. Daniel laughs out hysterically. “Marry you?” “Yes! Marry me!” Elena says. “Never!” Daniel replies. “What?” Elena stops and looks at Daniel, “So I’m only good enough to be a mistress?”