Her Own Desire Novels & Stories

Maybe it would blow away the feeling that clung to her like sweat. She didn’t regret it. Not even a little bit. She lived for herself. That was the simple truth. She did what she wanted, when she wanted. No one had the right to question her choices. Certainly not David. After all, it had been months—months since he even looked at her with any sexual desire. She was a woman, not a statue. She had urges, too. And if her own man wouldn’t touch her, she had every right to seek satisfaction elsewhere.

“You are not in your senses; you don’t know what you are asking—” She grabs the back of my hair and yanks me close with such force that my head snaps forward. “How do you know what I want? How can you possibly know the depth of hunger that twists my insides, that bubbles up from my very womb, that yearns for your touch, your heat to fill me, that needs your seed to soothe it, to fulfill it? To take root. How can you know the depth of want that drives me to open my eyes, my mouth, my soul and ask for you to take me? Even as the part of me that is rational and independent that was taught to fend for myself and survive without an leader cringes and wails at the depths to which I have fallen?”

“Another appetite. Another edge to master.” She knew, better than most, that power always demanded payment. It was never given; it was taken, claimed, paid for in wounds and secrets. But tonight the balance tipped in her favor. Tonight, she was both the storm and the shelter. Desire, she realized, wasn’t a weakness. It was a compass, a current, a blade she’d only just begun to wield. Every longing, every ache, every craving—hers and theirs—could be shaped, sharpened, unleashed.

So is the desire to conquer her. To own her. To make her mine. And that's exactly what I do.

"Website? What website?" "It's a website where we post things about gossip and stuff it's kinda like that show I watch called Gossip Girl." She sat at the edge of my desk, typing on her phone. "Anyway, Seth has commitment issues, but he was in an interview yesterday, and he said he might try to find a woman at the ice ball that catches his eyes. And hopefully, that's me," she stated confidently. "Well good luck with that. There thousands of other girls out there just saying," I told her as she leaved.

She liked being independent and did not want to act like a gold digger like she had once been called,though she knew James wouldn't mind her asking him for money. She decided to trek down the road to register two Sim cards before heading home to her mother's house when she noticed a young woman by the roadside with tattered clothes and in tears. Immediately, she felt drawn to her, so she decided to move closer towards her and asked her what was wrong. She looked too young and beautiful to be in that state. Somehow, in some way, she reminded her of her younger self.

I began to worship them with my mouth, and she moaned. "I am ready, James. I want you to take me," She said between moans. She was wet as hell, and I was hard. I growled from frustration. I wanted it to be special, but I doubted I could wait any longer.

She didn't want to be anyone's maybe, she wanted them to have her when they knew they've got her all to themselves. "Please move away, I don't want to make anymore mistakes with you. Let me redeem, let's go back to normal no matter how much it's unwanted," she said, speaking more to herself to make her feel okay and not give in to the temptation. She would rather go separate directions than let him have his way like always. She was not there to be dictated, no amount of feelings can make her fall back to that. But when he did things like that, she couldn't help but find him irresistible.

Her legs trembled to hear the treat in his voice. 'So arrogant and mean!' She thought to herself as she watched him leave before she sank onto the dusty floor. The joints of her fingers cracked as she felt the veins in her head throb. At this point, death was the solution to her problem but she was forbidden to die before her people. Not when they were still held in captivity. A shadow approached her. It was six times bigger than her. She stood still as tears ran down her cheeks. If he was going to kill her, why did fix her injured wrist? The monster approaching her drooled as it took each step like a toddler that was learning to walk.

His damn cock sliding out, slick and veined before slamming back in stretching her wide. I glanced around while no one was paying attention, I slipped my fingers beneath my skirt brushing the damp fabric of my panties. Just a little pressure on my clit, circling slow. “Fuck,”I whisper to myself biting my lip hard. I can't believe that I'm doing something so insane right not but the urge is so overwhelming and if I don't fucking release, it will consume me. “Stop, Kate. You are better than this. He's the cheater, not you.” my mind kept echoing but my body betrayed me while I rubbed faster.