Fragile Desires Novels & Stories

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!

"But a girl can hope." Desire coiled deep within me, a relentless yearning that refused to be quenched. The bond between us wasn't just physical; it was an all-consuming connection that left me craving more. My body ached for the warmth of his embrace, the intertwining of our souls that made everything else fade away. "I can't help it," I whispered to Sage. "Being with him... with them... it's like pieces of me that were missing are finally falling into place." "Your desire is strong, but remember, we must care for ourselves and our little ones." Sage chuckled softly.

He was eager to feel the depth of it. Every dirty thing that he wanted to do with her started tickling his heart. He felt his breathing slow down. His fingers stroked her vertical lips with utmost delicateness. As if he was caressing the petals of a flower. Her fragility was tempting him to become even worse. The more fragile she was, the more he was trying to hold her down with his ruthless strength. He had the urge to be cruel and shameless. With her. His fantasies were darker enough to blind him and taint her all for him.

Someone who will never want him the way I do. "What did you say?" I ask, my voice deadly quiet. But he's already gone, his eyes rolling back as the alcohol finally claims him. His body goes limp beneath me, his breathing deep and steady. "Jason," he mumbles again, even unconscious. I pull out of him roughly, not caring if it hurts. He doesn't even stir. Just lies there, naked and vulnerable, dreaming of someone who isn't me. I get dressed quickly, my hands shaking with rage. Even like this, even drunk and desperate and broken, he can't stop thinking about Jason. Can't stop wanting what he can't have. Can't stop forgetting about me.

Selena shook her head, trying to block out the words. "That’s not true," she whispered. But doubt had a way of creeping in when the walls closed around you. The whispers kept coming. Miguel’s voice. Xavier’s taunts. The flickering light. She was losing herself. Piece by piece. --- She didn’t know how long she had been trapped in this hell. The hunger gnawed at her insides. Her body trembled from exhaustion. Her mind was slipping. She clung to one thought. Miguel.

I didn't have to turn to see his self-satisfied smirk, I was too desperate to care about anything else. "Please, I want...I want..." I panted. "Please what? What do you want? Say it Brie" He urged as he slowly started to thrust into me once again. "Please I need to cum, make me cum Lucian!" "No! You need to be more convincing." His laughter screamed purely evil. I moaned out my frustration, grinding my ass against him. "Damn it! What do you want? ugh, I love you!"

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."

“Do you really want me to stop right now?” She opened her mouth, then closed it. Her body was trembling. “No… I don’t want you to stop. But it’s wrong. We shouldn’t—” “It doesn’t matter right now,” I cut her off, my voice low. “Tell me what you want, Nicole.” She looked up at me with those big, conflicted eyes. “I… I want you. But—” That was all I needed.

he murmured, not standing from the bed but not looking away either, “If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t stop pretending that this is nothing.” She did not look away. She did not move nor breathe. And in that moment—a burning, fragile moment—their desire stood naked between them, undeniable and dangerously close to breaking. Not touching. But wanting. God, wanting. And wanting, she realized, was far more powerful than she had ever expected.

He had ignited something inside her she couldn’t name, a mixture of desire, fear, and fascination that left her restless. The night after their heated lunch together, he hadn’t called. He hadn’t texted. But she felt his presence everywhere, like an invisible weight pressing against her chest. In the scent of her perfume, she imagined traces of him lingering. In the echo of his voice in her memory, she could feel the dangerous pull of his attention. She tried to tell herself it was just desire, a fleeting office crush—but deep down, she knew it was far more than that. By morning, she resolved to bury herself in work, hoping the endless reports and emails would distract her from the way her bo