I Keep Craving Craving Novels & Stories

"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 tell her. These people did this to their own lives. They made these fucked up choices. We're just putting an end to it all." I see she's still picking at her fingers as she turns around facing me again. "Why do you keep doing that? To your fingers," I ask her. She stops right away. "No reason." She's lying. "You're lying. Are you having cravings?" she looks up from her fingers to me. That answers my question. She sighs, "I've just been having these random cravings a lot recently. Especially since everything. They don't stop. I don't know how to make it stop."

she even made a figure in the air, insinuating what she just said. I bit my lower lip and sighed. Am I... really? These days, I noticed that I eat a lot, like a lot. And I constantly crave for foods. Sometimes, I crave before going to bed. I even wakes up Logan sometimes just to get the food that I am craving so bad, and I Kno that it isn't normal anymore. But I am hoping that it was.

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 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.

Just past seven, and I'd been awake for twenty minutes. I was exhausted, but my mind was restless, and I couldn't sleep. I fucked her yesterday as I'd set out to do from the moment, I'd seen her picture on the Craving Sugar site. Took her body as a beast would mounting his mate. Against the wall. On the floor of my living room when I couldn't wait to reach my room. In the shower when she asked to wash off the night's activities. And then again, just around three a.m. when I followed her into the kitchen for a drink of water. For her, I'd become insatiable. Spent the night perpetually hard each time the slip of a girl so much as blinked my way.

The doctors have all demanded that he rest adequately but everyday, he finds a new way to ask for a laptop to return to work. One time, I came back from the cafeteria and saw him calling the reception for a laptop. “Isabel.” “The answer is no, I'm working based on the doctor’s instruction.” “Well, the instruction is making me lose my mind. Would you like it when my body heals but I have gone insane?” “You won't go insane.” “I need some sort of mental stimulation.” “Watch the movie I put on for you.” “I didn't say I wanted something to reduce my brain’s capacity.”

she allowed the words to trail. Their friend patted her round stomach. “I’ve just been eating a lot. These cravings are taking a toll. You have no idea how much poor Cade had to go out in the middle of the night because I’m craving for something that we don’t have in the fridge. I feel like I’m driving him crazy.”