I Keep Craving Craving You Novels & Stories

All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire. —Edgar Allan poe DARIUS Some presences choke you like smoke, but hers,hers lit me on fire. And I hadn’t burned in years. “Again,” I yelled at the men sprinting across the field. Their strides had slowed, a clear contrast of the burst of energy they started with. I pushed them harder than usual, not out of discipline, but because I needed the noise to drown out the chaos in my chest.

His finger traced slowly down my arm, igniting goosebumps across my skin. "Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll leave." His voice dropped, rough and deep against my neck. "Say the words, baby girl." I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. Because I couldn’t lie. I wanted him. I wanted him more than I wanted to breathe. My body ached for him. My lips craved his taste. My skin burned for his hands. But my mind screamed for control. My heart begged me to walk away.

“Let me hear you.” I arched into his touch. My hands fisted in his hair. “Gavin, please…” “Please what, piccola? Use your words.” “Please…I need…” “Tell me.” His fingers stilled. “Tell me what you need.” “You,” I breathed. “I need you.” He smiled against my neck. “Good girl.”

"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."

"Why is she being so stubborn? Doesn't she care about my reputation? Can't she see I need her by my side? What's happened to us? Where did our love go? I've lost her. I've lost myself. How can I fix this? Must find a way to make her understand. Can't lose everything we've built." *************************************************

He nodded, but his eyes held a spark of something dangerous—maybe he'd want more, become a complication. As I slipped back home later, cum trickling down my thighs under my dress, I smiled to myself. Richard and Jake would be home soon, none the wiser. But the risk, the betrayal—it fueled my fire. Next, perhaps I'd invite Harlan over when they were out, or tease them into another family session while hiding this secret. My cravings never ended; they only grew.

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.”

his kisses full of a strange kind of hunger that's making me lose control. Why am I feeling this now? Does it means I have been secretly craving for this moment? His hands grabs my boobs and squeezes them softly...his fingers fondling with my nipples. My body is suddenly itching me to feel his touch...I'm having a kind of craving I thought I wouldn't have for anyone with his touch. He stops kissing me and stands up...I frown because I suddenly miss him...his touch. My boobs and body are all craving for his touch...I want him to touch me now!

“No, I'm trying to bribe our baby so the cravings kick in. Hot chocolate, strawberry flavoured anything, vanilla flavoured sweet, imagine the taste Cristela. " “Fuck you." I said. “It's very sweet."

I begged again as my desires are walking on thin ice. "Tell me what you crave. And I promise to give you whatever you want." He said licking on my boobs and twitching the other between his finger. "I want you to fuck me, hard. I want to feel you deep inside me." I said looking straight into his with my quivering confidence. If it's me being bold and going to give myself what I crave then be it. "Are you ...." I know what is he going to ask me. So before he can complete I put my finger on his lips and begged "please. "