Forgotten Desire Novels & Stories

Your mind and body never really forgets them when they come running back, and then you are lost again in their trance and forget the reason you left in the first place. In this case, I wouldn’t say I forgot. The little voice in my head was only telling me to ignore as it filled my head with too many lustful thoughts. “You don’t know how much I’ve missed those lips, leah.” And it suddenly felt like my insides were exploding. With those eyes and the way he called the name I’d once cast away, I knew damn well it wasn’t possible for me to keep control anymore.

His body is restless,his mind is working over time,the nightmares are back and more stronger than before. Normally a few hours in the gym helps but not lately and when he's like this there's nothing a warm willing body doesn't fix and she is one woman he wants.Now.With her he forgets.He forgot who he was.Where he comes from. And all the painful memories he has buried deep down.He can forget the playboy and womanizer he is.

My obsession. Some flames aren’t meant to be tamed. Some desires aren’t meant to be denied. And some people… are impossible to forget. And I was already consumed.

He seemed taken aback by my actions, staring at his hand as it disappeared under the clothing. "Forgetting," I simply said, locking my father and every memory of him, including his bloody body, in the deepest, darkest part of my mind. "Are you sure?" he asked, hesitating to move his hand on my skin. "I've never been this sure; right now, only you can help me forget completely. Your touch can erase every bad memory, so I don't have to lock them inside. This dick," I rotated my waist, feeling him begin to harden under my pussy, "can take me to heights of pleasure that will leave my mind blank and reeling," I finished, licking my lips while I looked at his. That was an invitation enough; with a

I thought I was dead inside but by the time we stopped kissing, I was no longer sure. Because for that moment I forgot. I forgot my loss and pain and I knew that made me a terrible person for wanting to forget about my friend's death. The worst but I still wanted it desperately. Luciano pulled away and pressed a kiss to my forehead. I caught his arm. "Don't go. I want to forget… even if it's for a short time. Please." I forgot that I hated him for still being so damn callous to me even now. I wanted to bury my pain in pleasure till I couldn't anymore.

I was so tired to resist him that I put my hands down and started kissing him back. I guess it's been a long time since we did this and I can't deny that I miss this so much and how much I miss him. No matter what I do there's still a part of me hoping that he will remember me and he really casn't remember me I hoope that his heart will remember me and love me again. I put my hands in his back while still kissing him. He kissed my lips down to my neck, his kiss become so hot that made my skin burn in passion. I moan when slightly bite my skin that made me lost my sanity.

She was close, so close, to the precipice, to the moment when everything would come crashing down, when the world would explode in a kaleidoscope of color and sound. And then, just as she was about to surrender, to let go, the moment was gone, the pleasure fading, leaving her breathless and wanting. She opened her eyes, her body still trembling, to find Travis and Jenna watching her, their eyes dark with desire, their bodies still clothed, their touches still chaste. "Not yet, Sadile," Jenna whispered, her voice a low purr that sent shivers down Sadile's spine. "We're just getting started."

Every detail of their forbidden trysts was etched into her mind, and as she lay in the darkness, the images would flood back. It was a bittersweet torment. The same moments that filled her with longing and desire also filled her with a profound sadness. She ached for the connection she had felt with Reid, the intensity of their attraction, and the deep longing that had been awakened in her heart. Her days became colourless, lacking the vibrancy she had known before. The world seemed dull and mundane in comparison to the passionate moments she had shared with Reid. Bella found herself caught between yearning for his touch and trying to forget him, and it was an internal struggle that plagued

In those early days of anger and heartache, when he needed a release, his mind had automatically defaulted to the only adult reference he had: memories of Veronica. But as the years in that quiet mansion dragged on, those memories had withered. The distant fantasy of Veronica began to feel hollow, distant, and completely unappealing. And when she finally returned from abroad six months ago unstable, erratic, and utterly different from the girl in his memory, the last lingering shred of desire died completely. He couldn't stomach the thought of her. The mere idea of her made his stomach turn. For months, he hadn't been able to bring himself to touch himself at all.

I can see the hazelnuts are clearly exhausted, but the layers of make-up are a great deception of the dark circles under her eyes from earlier today. I put the shopping bags on the floor and the breakfast wrapper next to Kiki and bend down in front of her, stroking her feverish face. “You don't have to go, and you don't need to.” “Yes, I do. Just because I've forgotten who I am, doesn’t mean that I can't start again. I'm paid very well for this, it's worth the effort. If they want to be coquette, they will. Even if I don't know exactly if I am…”