Novel & Cerita Forgotten Desire

And I’m tired of pretending like it’s just about attraction or tension or whatever the hell I keep calling it in my head. I’ve had women. I’ve had desire. This is not that. This is primal. Irrational. Wild. This is ancient. Which only makes one thing painfully clear—something’s buried in my past. Something I was never meant to forget. Something someone didn’t want me to remember. I dragged a hand over my face and sat down on the edge of the bed, gripping the edge of the mattress until my knuckles turned white. The coup.

I really want it, but instead I fail, damn it! I returned to the room and called my lover "Where are you?" I need it as a distraction from my disappointment. "I'm picking up in the hospital, something you rarely call me" "I miss you, want you, but yeah, it's okay; sorry I'm disturbing you." "Oh dear, I'm sorry. We can have a sex call if you want it." I shook my head, "What if I go there. I need you for just 5 minutes." My desire is at the end. How could I only see a woman's body but couldn't touch it? Beatrice's body shadow wandered in my brain, and I didn't want to leave. Damn you Beatrice, you make me crazy!

The whole day after Mom announced her trip, I was a mess. Every time I looked at Alexander, my body reacted against my will. My pussy would throb, remembering how his fingers felt inside me the night before. I kept scolding myself in my head. *This is so wrong. He’s married to your mother. He’s your stepfather. What kind of daughter are you becoming?* But no matter how much I tried to fight it, the ache between my legs only got worse. I still really wanted to see him but I couldn't as Mom stayed over. I'm starting to crave him and he hasn't even fucked me yet. I shouldn't even be thinking about this. He's twice my age and married to my mother.... But it sure feels so fucking good. I want mor

Whatever hope was left inside him had been completely vanquished. It was only until he witnessed the fatal conclusion that he finally felt a primal impulse burst inside him. It was the kind of compulsion that made him want to push past everything and ignore whatever societal rules had been imposed on him. All the burning desire inside him that had been suppressed for so long had come to a violent boil. They rushed to his head and took over his senses like a volatile storm. He was completely beside himself. “I’m only ten years older than you, and we are not related by blood. You were the one who said that, did you forget?”

" Do you want this?" Desperate to let go and forget I nodded. Suddenly everything became hazy. Everything faded including the weight of my broken heart and the sting of Bennet's betrayal. I lost myself in the moments unadulterated pleasure and the heat of this strangers touch. There was no love. Not even tenderness as we made out. This was the kind of sex you had when you want to forget and too broken to care about anything else in the world. And that include the rejection I had.

Sania's body got stiff in fire sensing his front body plastered to her back. She could feel his need for her. This is a forbidden desire for society's sake but it is not in case if physical attraction cannot be denied, since two bodies want to play in this game and want a dip in the pool of desires. He kissed her neck with wet kisses as two hands gracefully did it's job to arouse her. To prepare her for the night he was waiting. Only he knows how he managed to pursue her for this forbidden night. His one hand presses her lower body to his needs which is throbbing hard in need of her petite self pulsing at her ass. She moan in thrill as he continue sucking on her neck skin and his other palm

"You heard me plain, Marco. If this pathological fixation is to be broken - if any hope remains of restoring your superiority and freeing your spirit from her relentless torment - you'll need to embrace your obsession with the Dupont woman. Court her, consume her...or be forever consumed in turn by this madness you've brought upon yourself." For once, I am utterly without words. My lips work up and down like a gasping fish as I struggle to process his profane prescription. This is...this is insanity. LunThe lunacy is the most debased, heretical variety! Yet even as I scramble for every fiber of indignant rejection, a small terrified voice calls out from the most shadowed recesses of my psych

The ecstasy as she works me while drinking from me is perfection. I know I know her, I know I want her but my mind can’t connect her, a beautiful fantasy. Her mouth suddenly releases me and I feel lost, bereft without her connection, her lips find my ear and her breath is a gentle sensual tickle against it as she whispers “Remember me, before it’s too late, remember me” and then she disappears into ether like she was never there, never real. My eyes spring open, I am desperate to hold onto the fading image of the woman, I have a terrible feeling inside that if I forget her something terrible will happen. Like my very life depends upon remembering her. Who is she? Is she even real?

He couldn't let his father take everything that he work so hard for years. As time went on, Samantha's feelings for Tristan intensified. She couldn't stop thinking about him, even when they weren't at the office. She replayed their conversations in her mind and dreamed of a world where they could be more than just step-siblings. The guilt of her desires weighed heavily on her conscience. ~ The house was unusually quiet, their parents having left town for an important client meeting. Tristan was left in charge, his mind wrestling with the forbidden desires he harbored for Samantha. In an attempt to distract himself, he found himself flirting with their maid.

Every technique built on the last… teasing, edging, filling, vibrating… until we were both slick with lube and sweat, bodies trembling, voices hoarse from moaning each other’s names. When we finally broke apart, breaths mingling, hearts hammering, the awareness of the risk made the intensity nearly unbearable. I traced her hand once more, committing the sensation to memory, feeling the warmth, the softness, the subtle tremor of aftershocks in her fingers. She met my eyes, and in that look I saw the same acknowledgment, the same surrender, the same recklessness mirrored back at me. We were both aware of the danger, of the impossibility, and yet the shared indulgence, the quiet obsession, the