Gluttony Novelas e Histórias

"There are more important things than fucking, you know?” I made a low sound of disagreement, although I smiled. "The only thing better than sex is eating, and fucking is also eating, only in a less literal sense.” Hazz laughed out loud, and so did I. "Ah, but I never thought that way. The sin of gluttony does not exist in my body. I've always considered my body as a temple.” “Are you evangelical? "I asked softly.

“The grand party’s tomorrow night—you’re meant to look flawless! You think stuffing your face will help? Food will make you fat. Useless. Ugly!” The words dug deeper than the belt’s bite. He shoved me into the counter, the marble cracking into my back. My gaze fell on the feast laid out before me—steak, fries, the forbidden things that had triggered his wrath. He jabbed a finger at the plates, spit flying. “Look at that! Filth! You can’t gain another ounce, Adeleine! Do you hear me?!” I bit down hard, hands trembling. “Then what do you want me to do? I’m starving. Look at me—this food won’t make me fat. I’m wasting away!”

Elena's gaze lingered upon the mouthwatering feast spread out before her. Her stomach growled in protest, craving the delectable flavors and textures that awaited her. Every fiber of her being yearned to devour every morsel in a frenzy, but she knew she had to exercise caution. The stakes were high, and she couldn't afford to arouse suspicion.

I'm fed up of your skin crawling eyes looking down at me like I'm some meat you want to feed on being a hungry vulture! 'Alright then listen my gutsy kitten, because I want to hurt you to the point that you no longer recognise yourself, I want to marr you both physically and mentally and I like seeing you writhing in pain. It's a pleasant sight to behold.' 'These glistening tears make you look even more tempting than I want to admit. It's my newly discovered sick pleasure to see you like this, broken and gloomy. And about your alluring body, you think you can trade your body for the liberation of a culprit? Well I'm not that fool sweetheart. That's why I married you butthead so that no one c

They looked beautiful together. I clearly remember the day when Oscar found his mate, Monica. We are on vacation at the beach. That's our private property, but after some time, we decided to renovate it into a resort. That day, we were having fun together. I went to the bar to get some drinks. That's when I met Monica. She has a beautiful body. Being werewolf enhances her charms. We chatted for a while, and she reduced the distance between us. We were almost going to kiss each other when suddenly her head snapped to the door side. Oscar was standing there, enraged. They recognised each other as mates. He was hostile toward me. Monica pleaded with me not to disclose our previous chat about sp

I lied. Lately I've been eaten a lot more than usual to counteract the stress I've had for the past few days. "Adam, I am a doctor. I can tell what's going on with you. You're looked stressed out because you've been suffering from excessive longing, now you've resulted to comfort foods. You've even stopped shaving and now you're growing a stubble. You're a wreck." "What's been happening to you Adam?" Hendrix asked. "He's whipped." Mason answered for me. Hendrix and Fred looked at me astonishingly.

I knew it wouldn’t be easy having to stifle my moans so I wouldn’t be heard, but it only added to the pleasure. That night and the morning after, I enjoyed everything Seth, from his kisses to his soft touches down to those deep thrusts that had me begging for more. What is cheating in the grand scheme of things? The horrifying fact that you know what you are doing is by all means wrong, but the fun of doing it adds to the excitement, so this is what Michael enjoys. “Another round?” I asked out of fear, though deep down wanting it so bad. Seth is so scary; we have done it for hours, and he keeps going nonstop. Is it because he is young blood or is he just obsessed with me?

I wince, shutting down the memory "I guess what I'm trying to say is that when you came to live with us, I was prepared for you to continue to act like that." "Like what?" "Wanton." He looks genuinely bewildered, like he hasn't ever heard the word before. "Wanton?" "You know, undisciplined, unruly, luxurious, reckless, immoral." His shoulders are shaking with silent laughter now. "Immoral huh?" "That's all you got from the entire conversation? Yes, Immoral. I mean, the first night we met, you–" "Fucked an older woman and you watched. I don't remember you complaining then." My nose flares and my cheeks flush but I refuse to back down. I'm not going to admit in a thousand years that for some