Gluttony Novels & Stories

That hopelessly sweet spot. "More, please..." It was barely above a whisper. A whispered plea. "What? You want more? Not satisfied yet? You are one greedy slut, you know..." "Yes, daddy, I... I am. I am very greedy. A very greedy slut" There would be no point in denying just how much of a greedy slut I was. Firstly, I wanted both of them, not one of them. Of course I was greedy. And now I wanted to have both of them at the same time, fucking my holes at the same time. Of course I was a greedy slut.

The word landed exactly where it was meant to. “I’m not,” Clara replied evenly. Serena’s eyes flicked to Adrian for half a second long enough to register satisfaction. “Well,” Serena said, touching Adrian’s arm lightly, “this evening is about generosity. I think it’s wonderful you’re here. It sends such a strong message.” “What message?” Clara asked. Serena smiled. “That you’re supported.” Clara felt it then. The trap. Support, framed publicly, was indistinguishable from patronage. And Serena had just wrapped it in silk and handed it to the room.

I was completely wrung out as my body convulsed around his, and the night had only begun. At some point we drank wine and ate food. If I hadn't been the one to order it, I wouldn't have been able to say what it was we ate. Most of the meal came to my lips via Nox's fingers as my hands were useless, bound behind me in an elaborate weave of satin. The dependence made each bite of food or drink of wine more fulfilling, more intoxicating. It was as if the fine French wine's alcohol content far exceeded the legal limit. Each morsel or sip brought to my lips at his discretion was a hit from a drug, the lack of control stimulating my bloodstream like cocaine.

"Mmmff...arf..." She moaned while sucking over his hardened yet sensitive cock, the insides of her mouth clenched around his dick. Kate seemed to be wanting him deep inside her, she pressed her face over his dick attempting to swallow as much as she could. Zoravec groaned upon feeling her oesophagus, the muscles of her throat tightened around his dick and the sensations on the tip of his cock increased.

He began, going straight to the point. "Excuse me?" I raised my eyebrows, clearly not understanding what was going on. "Need me how?" "Okay for years now I've not had anyone in my life. It's because of my past but I really want nothing to do with people. I've done everything on my own, even pleased myself when I had an erection but then you did what you did yesterday and I realized how much I'd forgotten the taste of someone. It's not the same as using my own hands."

“Slit a cut over his abdomen, I want his entrails to slowly come out so I could draw them,” He shook his head, shedding alligator tears to stop me. Does he forget that I stopped feeling a long ago and his tears are bringing nothing but satisfaction to my heart? Poor thing. Yet, he’s going to be a prime example for those, whoever is out there, considering betraying me, will have to go through worse than this. When my man slit his intestine, his slow yelps satisfied my soul as he was dying of agony. The flood of blood came through his abdomen to my feet as I dipped my brush in it and used it to make his internal organs.

I mumbled "So that's your problem? Hunger? You're giving me shit to eat just because you're hungry? Wow!" He exclaimed. No lies, I was really hungry but, I meant every word of what I had said. If he thinks it was hunger talking, he has something different coming for him. Okay that felt wrong. I don't mean coming, like coming... you know what? Forget it.

Chapter 2 Back at the Party, Mark Molt gulped down glass after glass of the finest alcohol. The music played loudly whilst everyone danced, married or not they were all grinding up on each other. A sexual song suddenly came on. It was ''Monifah,Touch it''.Mark sat crossed legged on the office chair when he felt delicate fingers trace around his neck and shoulders.There was someone singing in his ears. This secy voice sending shivers uo his soine awakening desire within him. He wondered who it could be.It was Joey Bloom, dressed in a mini skirt, halter neck top and high heals. Her cleavage was popping out of her shirt, as she turned him around in his chair. Everyone knew Mark always had atlea

However, at this point my thoughts were only running wild, resulting to an uneasy feeling settling at the pit of my stomach. I suddenly began reflecting on my life. Being a rich bachelor has so many pitfalls, but the most aggravating one of all is that I was constantly a victim of gluttonous people. The fake endearment that I had constantly fallen into has only forced me to create an invaluable vision of trust. In consequence, trust has become a foreign word to me. At some point owning millions became an unbearable burden. A cruel reminder that despite having it all. I had nothing, but regardless of the torment, I couldn’t imagine myself leaving under critical conditions.

“Oh? Could you tell me what it means then…?” …This was the first time she had even heard of this saying! As the embarrassed Xavia’s mind began racing, Zivon was prompted to explain, “The more straightforward meaning is that after getting full, you’ll never be able to appreciate other food, no matter how tasty they are. For a more implied meaning… It means you won’t feel aroused by your partner once your desire has been fulfilled.” “In other words, as long as people keep this in mind, they can prevent themselves from making all sorts of immoral mistakes…” concluded Zivon.