His Deepest Desire Novels & Stories

"T-Tank you. You don't look bad yourself, Callan." He cringed, and I laughed. " How do you know it's me?" He asked me surprise. I stuttered and blushed. He chuckled. "It's okay. I hate that name." My brows furrowed. "What Callan?" "I don't know it's just.. I know I don't really know you but, my dad has been hard on me with his company's, and it becomes stressful you know? I'm his last option, and I couldn't deny the offer." I nodded, and he continued. "My older brother Zamiel denied my dad's offer because he had a passion for singing, and second-oldest brother Stab, is pursing his acting career and taking care of his son and his wife." He licked his full pink lips as he stared up at the sky.

When the telescope inside the apartment opposite mine locked onto me, I was curled up on my bed, trembling all over from the toy. When I realized I was being spied on, the panic was accompanied by overwhelming pleasure and excitement. I reached my climax under that intense gaze, becoming completely disheveled, as if being caressed and toyed with by those eyes. I did the boldest thing I had ever done in my life. I faced the intense gaze from afar and slowly parted my legs, showing him how I swallowed the toy. I had no idea that this gaze would soon lead me to countless dizzying losses of control.

Michael and Donna seemed especially jolly perhaps to offset my quiet sulking. With a cup full of wine, I kept sipping till I became a little happier. I ate the delicious food and tried my best not to think about Ryan, but I still hoped that he would show up. Michael looked between us, "So now that I have both of you a little tipsy, I want to know the deepest desires of your heart." Donna chuckled at the question, her face flushing from the wine. My head was already spinning. I couldn't say revenge, at least I still knew that. I told them, "I want to be the strongest."

Does he see a whole life with me? “I knew from jump that I want more than a night’s tumble with you. Even now sitting next to you I want a lifetime with you. I know that you can rip my heart out in a heartbeat but I still want you. Somewhere in my stupid heart, I know you want the same things I do. I’m hoping you figure it out yourself. Or else you wouldn’t be here.” He says looking deep into my eyes. “How long we’ve known each other means nothing to me, every second I spend with you feels like it’s not enough I want more, every time we’re together. “ he says touching my face softly.

My hands, seemingly of their own volition, scrambled up the impossibly broad expanse of his back. Gathering every last bit of my courage, my voice trembling with raw need, I finally voiced my most shameful desire. "I… I want you… to fuck me… Hard." "Your wish is my command." A deep, satisfied roar tore from his throat. The words barely left his mouth before he drove his hips forward, his thick, burning cock slamming into me to the hilt, filling me completely, striking the deepest, softest part of me with brutal force. "Ah—!"

I have to stop but i can't It's a compulsion, it's a high. All this people here i wish they could all go away and i could have her to myself. I could excavate her mind and dig around in her soul and get close enough to hear her heartbeat. Beyond the desire to lay her down and plunge between those beautiful long legs.

This was something far beyond the desire for a woman's body--if only Alethia knew what he wanted to do to her right at the moment. But she wouldn't know, at least not yet. Now he has to douse his desire lest they make headlines the next morning--"21ST CENTURY DESIRES: A stepfather and daughter's shenanigans on a hospital bed." He sighed with reason. Then he tactfully pushed his manhood in between his inner thighs and pressed his legs together in hopes of beating down the desire. But it kept jerking incessantly as if it was breathin; as if it had a mind of its own. God help him.

' His inner desires once again deepen towards a mysterious depth he never knew he had. For his whole life, this is the wish he greatly desired the most from the deepest part of his heart that even his soul, unknowingly, produced sounds of ripples invisible to human eyes but flavorful and tangible to other beings. Maybe it was the odor of despair or the taste of death. No one knows why. -------------- Then, after these very few words, all the shouts and noises are sharply stopped by two gunshots, and the house is plunged into a silent zone as if everything that had happened is just illusions.

I admit, eager to uncover my deepest fantasy, as even I am unsure of what it might be. My desire once revolved around having my own healing keep, but I doubt that's sensual enough to keep me in the dark. “Ah, Lana, why not wait until I bring it to life,” he teases, a glint of mischief in his eyes. Despite his deflective response, the memory of his deepest fantasy, vivid and untamed, lingers in my mind. My heart races at the mere thought, and I struggle to suppress my throbbing core. “I want to bring your deepest fantasy to life too,” I murmur to him.

It started with a simple desire of wanting to know him, but soon, it became not nearly enough. I crave more. It's an unquenched thirst that refuses to be sated. Your whole world revolves around them while they do not know of your existence. I want to be closer to him, so close that want to just bury him beneath my skin. Kai, Do you know how much I want to see you bleed? I also want you to see me bleed and paint my blood across your face and mark you so that the others will know that you're mine! Everyone has a dream, unconscious thoughts and desires, something they want to hold on to, cherish, and are afraid to lose.