I Keep Craving Craving Novels & Stories

I keep inviting him in because I’ve always wanted him the way he wants me. I crave what’s no good for me. Or maybe…maybe I crave exactly what I need. I’m not going anywhere…I won’t. I can’t. Not again. “Stop asking…” I murmur, my voice just above a whisper. “You want me? Take me. Have your way with me.” This time, I know exactly what I’m saying. I know exactly what I mean, and with conviction, I confess, “I’m yours.”

There was no anger, no coldness, no jealousy. Just… concern. I let out a shaky breath, feeling my chest ache. “I… I’m having a craving,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. His eyebrows furrowed, his head tilting slightly. “A craving?” I nodded, feeling my cheeks heat up. “Yeah. It’s… it’s really strong. I couldn’t sleep because of it.” Blaze’s lips twitched, a small smile forming. “And that’s why you came here?”

I wanted more, No I craved for more, way much more. I subconsciously clutched a handful of his clothes and tugged at it. I wanted him, I need him to be closer, no, not just closer, I needed to feel his naked skin pressed directly against mine. I frantically kissed him back to show just how much I needed him at the moment, just how much my body craved his touch. I crave him so hungrily that I do not have any control over myself. Rurac...what exactly have you done to me?

When the last girl walks out, i bow my head between my shoulder blades and breath in through my mouth when a dark urge itches in my mouth and throat. I start to count down from ten like i have been trying to for weeks now but all i do it get worse. The harder i try to fight it, the stronger the urge. My breathing picks up, coming out rugged and harsh. Fight it. Fight. The urge, the crave for it. Fuck it.

"I am. Always. I'm hungry for you. I crave you all the time." "I crave you, too, Daddy." "Tell Daddy what you want him to do. I want to hear you use your words."

My mouth watered, a surge of saliva betraying my sudden craving as I imagined the warm, earthy flavors and the satisfying crunch of the veggies. The TV chef's voice was a soothing melody as they described the preparation, each step weaving into my senses, amplifying the craving into a near tangible desire. I sighed, my inner foodie wrestling with the practicality of a grocery run. The prospect of leaving the comfort of my home seemed daunting, yet the tantalizing image on the screen urged me on.

Much later after having lunch, A sudden craving hits me. Pastries from the patisserie across the street are calling my name. I tried to think of something else but the craving is stuck to me like glue. I keep imagining biting into the buttery, melt-in-your-mouth flaky goodness with its perfect crust. What is life without a bit of sweetness? I think to myself. For one dangerous minute, I think about just going out without telling anyone. It's a few blocks away no one needs to know.… but then Sanity returns I will not make it out of the door before Brandon or Gabe catches me.… They would never approve, and they would have guards around me in an instant before I even made it across the pavement

"Just let me know what you need." Erica was indeed terrible, and she was making her crazy with sexual cravings thought. She got in the position she had envisioned getting Robert's dick in, twisted around, hands on the edge of the tub. "Fuck me," she said, and it felt quite a bit better to let it out. "Do it, kindly do it, Just fuck me senseless." Erica squeezed two fingers against the mouth of her pussy opening and surrounded the edge. "Who, who would you like to fuck you? Say his name. I need to hear you say it."

I did not dare to be reckless anymore, afraid that something even more embarrassing would happen. "Gerald, I want ice cream." "Suck my ice cream." "No-no-no! It's not good. Come on, I want all the ice cream flavors. Hurry, I'm craving!" "Craving or want to be alone?" "Cravings." I feel like someone has cravings, so much to eat ice cream. I've never had cravings before, but it feels like I'm having a heavy craving. ••• We arrived at a tavern. With enthusiasm and half running, I will buy up all the ice cream, somehow I want to eat chocolate flavored ice cream. Usually, I'm not really interested in chocolate.

Why was I suddenly craving him? "Craving him?" I laughed hard at my thoughts. I was craving someone I had just met hours earlier? This must be madness. I continued preparing the Takoyaki to get my mind off him. It worked for a while but after, I couldn't resist it. The Takoyaki was finally done, and my mouth watered. The cravings I had initially came crawling back. The cravings that woke me up from bed, the cravings that made me skip work and go to the store to get the ingredients. The cravings that made me meet Zac.