I Ve Been Lustful Novels & Stories

Bash looked furious now, "Fleeting? Is what you call us, fleeting?" "Bash, we," I touched my temples, trying to find a way to explain this. "I get it. We had that connection and chemistry. But it comes down to lust, and practically it doesn't work out." I regret the moment those words left my mouth. Because I couldn't say love, I used lust. But I didn't know he would be offended by that. "Comes down to lust? Seriously? Is that what we are doing all these days? Is that why you wanted me just for three months?" His voice became louder than usual, and it was still low.

“My pussy.” I almost lost control right there. My head fell back, and I stroked myself harder, imagining her on our bed, her thighs shaking, her lips parted, her hair all messy around her face. I imagined the vibrator pressed between her legs, her hips lifting off the mattress. I closed my eyes because the images hit too strong. “Do you know what I’d be doing if I were there?” I asked, my voice low and slow. “Do you know what I’m imagining right now?”

Daphne's POV She told me he had pushed her off a cruise ship after a successful operation. She made it clear that he was in his senses when he did it. He must have been blinded by his greed for money. Did he even think twice that it was his wife? He just--- It's really a mean thing to be selfish, I think he really deserves death. Yes he does, and I will be the poison chalice to fulfill that. He's a lunatic who can't control his lust.

I always loved the taste of her juices but I wanted more. “More, I want more.” I groaned and I made her squirt three more times. I stood up thinking that tasting her would satisfy me but it didn’t it just made me want more. FUCK HER! FUCK HER NOW! My inner desire screamed but I just looked down at her and fought against it. I kissed her on her lips and told her that I loved her always, and I grabbed her underwear as a souvenir then I left. Now sitting in my car driving to my apartment (which use to be ours by the way.) to change my clothes. I made Two final declarations.

I said to myself OMG I am now in trouble how am I supposed keep my lust in check. Damn it now trying to resist the lust and fire within me. please come in i said as he walk in pass me his cologne and his body was so mesmerizing that I stand their by the door for a good three minutes before coming back to my senses and closing the door. I said to myself why did this man had to be so handsome why did I had to have this intense attraction for him.

I want him so fucking badly. Ivan kneels on the bed, the mattress sinking under his weight, and crawls towards me, his eyes locked on mine. I can’t help but be mesmerized by the way he looks at me, his gaze filled with a raw and primal desire that sends shivers down my spine. His strong, chiseled features are set in a lustful expression that makes him look downright breathtaking. I can see the lust in the way he gazes at me. That animalistic hunger to claim every single inch of me. And fuck that makes me hotter, hungrier and so damn hopeless for what he has in store for us tonight.

I nodded, moaning again around his cock, his grip on my hair became tighter and he came. Just like I was ordered, I swallowed every drop, eagerly licking the head of his cock in case I missed any. I so badly wanted to please him. He chuckled. “Greed is one of the seven deadly sins.” “So is lust,” I offered with a playful smile. “Indeed,” he said, putting his cock back in his pants. “Get back into position.” I immediately obeyed with my hands behind my back, on my knees, legs spread. He nodded approvingly. “So what did you fantasize about me when you touched yourself last night?”

Luca stepped behind the nearest camera and adjusted the focus with a lover’s care, his eye pressed to the viewfinder. “Touch yourself, Elara. Like you did in your apartment. I want to see the sin you hide from God, from the world, from yourself.” I obeyed. Fingers sliding between my thighs, already slick, and circling my clit the way his tongue had in the confessional—slow, deliberate, and reverent. The cameras rolled. The candles burned lower, wax pooling like tears. My moans echoed off the stone, raw and unfiltered, and bouncing back to me as if the crypt itself were moaning with me.

If she could just break through that last barrier to being whole… “A good man would teach you ‘sexy’.” Summer’s mouth twisted into a naughty grin as her eyes flashed fun. “Now, turn the radio on. ‘Speaking of Sex & Lust’ is about to start.” Rowena groaned. She had a love-hate relationship with ‘Dr. Lovejoy’ and his… radio show. There was something about that man’s voice that made her insides tingle and turn to goo. Listening to him talk about relationships and sex for hours every night drove her insane. Of course, Rowena supposed it was self-torture, considering she’d given up all hope of ever having sex again.

I pleaded, my voice trembling as I pushed away from his insistent touch. He wasn't listening to me. His eyes were clouded with pure lust. "Vespa, I've been away, trying hard to forget you, but I haven't been able to," he confessed. "Every night has been a torment, haunted by the memories we shared and the future we could have had. I dealt with the effect of being rejected and wanted to hate you, but I can't stop craving your touch. It's like a drug, and it's driving me crazy.”