I Ve Been Lustful Novels & Stories

" have you gone mad? Huh? I don't know, in which world you live? and which world you are talking about? For your kind information There is no such thing as love, in our world only one thing is exist and that is lust, But some fools like you call this by the name of love! And we call sex! If love or whatever you say it is exist in our world, and the people who talk about love, then Why they o does not do love in their whole life, why their love requires sex in the last. The thing started with love as you say also needs a bed at the end. Then if people like us only want a bed, not love, so what is wrong in it. I don't think so it wrong because we are reduced the stupid effort which peop

he managed to ask, his voice breaking under the strain of his own lust. "Yes," she whispered, her hand slipping down between her legs, her fingers dancing over the seam of her jeans. She could feel the dampness through the denim, the heat of her own arousal radiating off her. "I've fasted and prayed, begging God to take these filthy, sick thoughts from my mind. But every time I see this man, the lust just comes crashing over me. I want him to touch me, Father. I want to feel him inside me, filling up every empty part of me until I can't breathe."

The forbidden nature of it, the absolute betrayal, makes my brain want to explode with dopamine. He leans down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, and whispers seductively, "I am not going to stop until I am done destroying this pussy. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else." Oh my God. Fuck. The words shatter me. My juices are still coating him, making the penetration obscenely smooth. But the thoughts come rushing back, fueled by the taboo. " oh Selene, what the fuck are you doing?" My wolf tries to surface again, desperate. "This is your sister’s husband!" Lisa whispers, her voice weak against the roaring tide of lust. She tries to be the rational one, the moral compass correcting the

I said then sat on his desk not minding if he walks in. I unbuttoned my shirt exposing my breast and pointed nipple,I squeezed it hard, imagining his hands right there instead of mine. "God" I whispered as my hand traced down to my panties . I was soaked . I moved my thong to the side and play with my clit, calling out his name as I push my finger into my wet pussy.I wasn't thinking. I didn't give a fuck. If this is the reason why I get fired if I get caught then I will happily leave .

the man asked to her picture and laugh like a lunatic that he is. ***************************** Love and lust are feelings that came together BUT In love you do find lust but in lust you never found love **************************

C H A P T E R 8 : T H E H O T , S W E A T Y S E X Lust is a pleasure bought with pains, a delight hatched with disquiet, a content passed with fear, and a sin finished with sorrow. Demonax. ~

“Tell me, how exactly are you planning to twist the Queen of Hell around your little finger?” I stepped closer to him, the air between us tightening like a stretched cord. I didn’t need to touch him—my presence alone, the confidence in my steps, said everything I wanted him to hear. “Lust,” I said slowly, almost like a whisper, letting the word roll off my tongue like silk. “It’s also one of the most powerful emotions a being can feel. It breaks logic, blurs lines, and crumbles the strongest walls.” “It drives people mad—makes them do things they never imagined.” I paused, watching his eyes darken. “We’ll spread lust to people's minds so they would be forced not to see their fears if Morpheu

“A man who can't keep his word. Sweetheart, when I started this Ten Days To Steal Your Heart, I vowed that there would be nothing lustful about it. Only passion. You’re making me fail, Rosette.” “How can there be nothing lustful between us?” she asked, her eyes firm, withdrawing her hand from under my shirt and cupping my face, bringing me down so we were eye level. “Hmm? There will always be lust because we constantly crave each other. We want each other. And there is passion as well, Axel. If there’s no passion, I wouldn't be burning like this. I wouldn't be so desperate for you. Lust is not enough to make me this eager.” “Lust is a powerful emotion,” I whispered, but my words held no powe