I Keep Craving Craving Novels & Stories

How long had I been too wrapped up in my own drama to notice? The question sat in my stomach like a stone. I grabbed my bag and climbed the stairs, each step feeling heavier than the last. The excitement from earlier felt grotesque now. Selfish. Like I’d been dancing while my mother bled. Inside my room, I closed the door and leaned against it. My phone buzzed immediately. Gavin: Where are you? I want to take you somewhere. Another buzz. Gavin: Melissa. I stared at the screen. At the demands that would have made my stomach flutter just thirty minutes ago.

Again. "I– Uh... I..." Thankfully, Alexander saves me from the embarrassment and grabs the back of my head as he closes his lips over mine, giving me something else for my heart to skip over. I hum to the familiar sweet taste of him and open my mouth for him to slide his tongue in as his leg brushes against mine, asking for permission. I immediately take the hint and spread my legs, letting him sip his through. I lift my hands to his shoulders, slowly sneaking my way to the end of his curls as his tongue wrestles with me, lips softening against mine and every contact sends sparks of pleasure through me. Not enough. It's never enough. I just want more. Crave more. Need more.

My mind suddenly went blank, and all I could do was stare at the gate meters away from the mansion. I should go out and unwind. I have to clear my thoughts today. Everything has become too heavy inside. I should forget about it. That’s it! I should invite Macey for a coffee date. “Macey?” I called out. “Let’s go to Times Square. Let’s have a coffee and call out to our friends to come over. It’s on me. “ “Oh yeah!” Macey answered. “You should relax, wait up! I’ll invite Camille and others to join our call. “

"You're at your desk, in your night clothes. Your face is flushed up as you're speaking to me and your body is tingling with desire and struggling to keep your breathing under control. You are craving me, craving that you woke up with my cock buried deep inside you and my hands around your neck, thrusting into you slowly–” Fuck! I was soaking wet. I wanted to end the call but I was frozen. "–I know that you are thinking about me and you're soaking wet. I know that you aren't in any underwear and your juices are dripping down your legs and soaking your seat. You want to touch yourself but you are scared to give in to your desires about me. You are just dying to moan my name and tell me how go

I jus‍t did‌ n⁠ot know it before. Th‍e craving insi‍de me spreads deeper, festering⁠, consuming. It is not‌ ju⁠st her bod‌y I want.‌ It is everything, her voice and her thou‌ghts. The wa‌y she smiles when she‌ forgets to be careful. T⁠he way she cries when she thinks no one sees. I want all‌ of‌ it, even the parts‌ that⁠ will ru⁠in me.

“Every time I see you, it’s like a rush of euphoria that courses through my veins, leaving me craving for more. You’re the high that I can’t resist, the addiction that I willingly surrender to. Just like any addict, I find myself seeking my next hit of your presence. You’re the ultimate escape from reality, the temporary relief from the mundane. With you, I feel alive and free from the chains of everyday life.” He smiled and gently bumped our noses together. “But just like any drug, there’s a price to pay. The withdrawal symptoms kick in when you’re not around, leaving me longing for your touch, your voice, and your very essence. It’s a craving that consumes me, leaving me restless and yearn

Every moan, every shudder only makes me crave her more, like she’s a drug I’ll never shake, a hunger that grows sharper with every taste. Her pleasure peaks, a shuddering moan escaping her as her body clenches around me, dragging me over the edge with her. The intensity should leave me sated, but it doesn’t. My hand tightens on her hip, my fingers digging into her skin as a gnawing hunger twists in my gut. Something’s wrong, seriously wrong. Why am I still burning for her, still craving her like I haven’t just had her? She’s barely conscious, her body limp against the sheets, her breaths shallow and uneven, yet the need to keep going claws at me, relentless.

I needed to taste her, even if it had consequences like a forbidden fruit. Her lips were parted ever so slightly, beckoning me to meet them. I thought I was going to drown. I needed to hear her whimper, moan, or something. I grazed her lips with mine, forgetting why I was doing all of that to her in the first place. It was to tease her and not the other way around. But that had changed; it was now about me, her, and my craving.

The cravings started innocently enough, with a sudden desire for pickles and ice cream, but they've since taken on a life of their own. As I swing my legs over the side of the bed, I can already feel the longing for something sweet, something tangy. The cravings have become so intense that they now dictate my entire day. I shuffle towards the kitchen, my body heavy with the weight of pregnancy, my mind heavy with the weight of these insatiable desires.

Yum! My stomach rumbles. Oh, yay, I’m hungry now! I won’t get to have my craving because somebody…cough…Jase hasn’t learned to make them for me. He refuses because he doesn’t want to spoil me. It wouldn’t grow old for me to eat them all the time, so I don’t know why he can’t make them for me. Mean Daddy.