Hot Desire Novels & Stories

In my dreams, heat washed over me, an intense desire building within. Zavier was there, his eyes dark with longing. We kissed passionately, our hands roaming, exploring each other’s bodies with fervour. His touch ignited a fire in me, a need so profound it felt like I would shatter without it. His hands traced lines of fire down my skin, and I responded eagerly, pulling him closer, needing more.

Back then, I didn’t have anyone left to hold me like this. When we finally pull away, her eyes are red but shining. She blows her nose loudly into a hanky, trying to compose herself. “Alright. Enough tears. I’ll tell you everything you need to know about Heat. I can tell you’re lost.” She chuckles wetly, shaking her head. Relief swells in my chest. I smile. “I’d really appreciate that.” “Heat typically lasts three to five days,” she explains, shifting into her lecture tone. “During that time, your pheromones surge, your senses sharpen, your body literally heats up, and—” she hesitates, eyeing me— “you’ll feel… intense urges.”

Heat. White-hot and blinding. Lily felt it from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, and she couldn’t get enough. She bucked her hips forward as Rebel drew her clit into his mouth. His tongue fanned over her, scorching her from the inside out. He’d lit a fire inside her, leaving her helpless with pleasure, and all she could do was enjoy the burn.

“Alexander… I feel very hot. My whole body seems to be burning, I need you, please.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but I heard it clearly. And the moment I did, I felt my dick throb painfully as I pulled her closer, her intoxicating perfume clouding my senses. “Why wouldn’t you feel hot, you idiot? You drank five glasses of aphrodisiac.” Explanation: An aphrodisiac is a type of substance that is believed to stimulate sexual desire or arousal, making one feel more sexually active.

Her words were laced with a hunger that went beyond mere curiosity. Nathan's smile deepened, his eyes glinting with amusement. “No need for that, I already know your name,” he whispered, his breath sending shivers down her spine. “And it's Hottest.” The girl's body seemed to melt into his, her desire for him palpable. Nathan knew he had her right where he wanted her – teetering on the edge of passion, craving more intimacy. And he was more than happy to oblige, but only on his terms, and in his own sweet time.

God, thаt wаѕ hot ѕеx. The fееlіng оf holding her аgаіnѕt me wаѕ over thе tор. Yearning tо gеt inside hеr, аnd thеn fееlіng hеr tіght, wet рuѕѕу shiver аnd tighten аrоund mу cock as ѕhе came.

My rising temperature, my want for Beta Benji and Dante, the unmistakable slick forming between my legs. …I’m in heat.

We were the perfect love story, and we could have remained so…if only I hadn’t…. “Liv, what do you want?” Mark asked, snapping me out of my thoughts again. My eyes darted over the menu, “Ummh, could you order for me. I need to use the restroom real quick.” I barely heard his response as I literally sprinted towards the restroom. Have you ever been horny? I don’t mean that little urge you feel when you’re next to a man you like. I’m talking about full blown crazy need for sex. You can feel your blood dancing, your heart racing, your cunt wet and so full that something as simple as your thong grazing against your clit is electrifying.

Anything. Aaron’s hands were everywhere, rough and insistent. He gripped her waist, lifting her effortlessly onto the kitchen counter, the cool granite biting into her bare thighs as her short dress hiked up dangerously high. The pink lace thong was exposed again, damp from her earlier masturbation and the dream’s lingering heat. He stepped between her legs, forcing them apart with his hips, and she felt it—the hard ridge of his erection pressing against her core through his jeans. “Aaron… we can’t,” she gasped, breaking the kiss, her voice a shaky whisper. But even as she said it, her hips twitched involuntarily, seeking more friction.

The click-clack of a woman's high heels approaching the confessional stall gave the priest an unarguable guess of his next penitent's gender. The door swung open and almost immediately, the fragrance she wore stole the atmosphere. Fr Gregory became the curious cat. Well, he has always been. Then the overwhelming and compelling need to see this woman whom reminds him of Rose of Rome. This penitent who was there for absolution and whose fragrance reminds him of the years he hoped to spend his youth on the thighs of Rose an Italian beauty queen. Some how, this fragrance evoked feelings of sensuality and hot coitus desires even though it felt wrong at the moment.