Hair-raising Desire Novels & Stories

Alam niyang iyon ang delikadong bahagi ng usapan. Dahil kung sasabihin niyang napakalaki ng pagkakahawig ng dalawa, lalo lamang lalakas ang hinala ng anak niya. Kaya marahan siyang napangiti at umiling, na para bang walang anumang kahina-hinala sa kaniyang nakikita. “Don't overthink it, Lexus. There are millions of people in the world who resemble one another.”

napaigtad ito. " Love.. you're so wet...aahhh " Mas ginalingan ko pa ang pagkain sa kanyang pu**y. Her pu**y's sweet smells increases my desire to devour it. "Aahhh. Nick... Ahhh" Mas lumalakas ang kanyang ungol.

may halong something darker, something obsessive. “Exactly. Takot ka… pero basa ka pa rin. Nakikita ko sa hita mo. Gusto mo pa rin. At yan yung dapat maramdaman ng customer mo kapag sinuot niya yung ‘Suspended Desire’ set na ididisenyo mo....yung harness na may ceiling attachment points. Gusto mo bang maging maganda yung design kung hindi mo naranasan yung takot na halo sa sarap?”

My eyes were tightly closed as I let myself go with the rhythm of my needing. It was so soft and inviting that I couldn't help but to crave for more. I know this isn't right. Everything was just a foreplay, but the desire I'm suddenly feeling was irresistible. What the hell happened to me? I'm confused.

Nais kong mas marami pa tayong makasama sa paglalakbay na ito patungo sa katarungan at pag-ibig sa gitna ng kaguluhan. Ang Empire of Desire ay hindi lang tungkol sa mafia at barilan. Ito ay tungkol sa sakripisyo. Tungkol ito sa paghahanap ng liwanag sa gitna ng pinakamadilim na bahagi ng ating pagkatao. At higit sa lahat, ito ay tungkol sa inyo—ang mga readers na nagbigay ng pagkakataon sa kwentong ito na mabuhay sa inyong imahinasyon.

she purred, her voice dripping with playful anticipation. "Fuck," I grumbled, my body pulsating with the unbridled desire she had unleashed. It took every ounce of control to rein in the overpowering waves of pleasure that threatened to consume me. "What's the rush?" I growled, my voice laced with impatience and a hint of disappointment. I clenched my fists, my frenzied desire simmering just beneath the surface. "You're playing with fire, Jessica," I warned, my voice strained. The hunger in my eyes held a promise of raw passion, and I couldn't wait to unleash it upon her.

His words were laced with a raw, unfiltered desire, and I could feel his need mirrored in my own growing craving. My breathing became ragged as every touch ignited a fiery need deep within me. The intensity of his affection, combined with his teasing whispers, left me desperate for more. I could hardly think straight, my body responding instinctively to his touch and the overwhelming desire he stirred in me. “I want more—everything you can give me, baby,” I confessed, my voice trembling with longing.

Ang expect niya ay maadik sa kaniya ang binata dahil sa pagnanasa. "Baby, wala akong ibang babaeng hinahayaang makaapak sa bahay na ito at manipulate ang libido sa katawan ko dahil lang sa sex." Paliwanag niya sa dalaga upang makumbinsi ito. "Ayaw ko ng maghintay sa kung kailan mo lang naisip o gustong magpakita sa akin." Biglang kinabahan si Kiana at hindi nagustohan ang tono ng pananalita ng binata. Feeling niya ay ma shotgun weeding siya.

She’s always had it as her ultimate desire. His desire for her manifested in unexpected ways. Even when she sat at her desk, pouting and uncertain about what to do, he felt it. The scent of her perfume, even from across the room, ignited something within him. The slightest, unintentional brush of her hand against his sent a jolt through him. And when their skin accidentally touched, the effect was electric. But the intensity of his desire truly exploded when she was in his lap, and their bodies pressed close together. A familiar tension throbbed low in his body. He tried to ignore it, but the sensation only intensified, becoming almost unbearable. He wanted her desperately, and nothing else

“Normal lang po ang ma-anxious kapag malapit na ang kasal.” Naisara ni Beatrice ang katalog. Tinignan nito ang repleksyon nila sa salamin. “I’m not anxious.” Pumirmi siya ng upo. “Excited po?” anang stylist. “Nah, I’m not!” Napansin ng stylist ang pagtataas niya ng boses kung kaya nanahimik iyon. “Bakit?” tanong muli ni Beatrice. “Mukha ba akong excited?”