Indulging In Carnal Desire Novels & Stories

By Wednesday evening, I was completely losing my mind. The entire week had been torture. Every time I sat in Professor Kane’s lecture, I couldn’t focus. All I could think about was how he bent me over his desk, how his thick fingers stretched me, how deep his cock felt inside me, and how he left his cum dripping down my thighs as I walked home like a dirty secret. My body was constantly aching for more. I hated how much I craved it. I kept telling myself this was wrong — that I should stop before it went too far. But when 6:40 PM came, I was already standing outside his office, heart racing, panties already damp.

It could not be love, it was too early for that, but it was much more than horny. Even if my body reacted to her sighs, even if my cock throbbed in her pants before she even opened her mouth to do anything. It was something beyond carnal desire. Carefully, I removed Jessy's clothes, as if she were a doll. All the time, until she was naked, she just watched me with caution and a grimace, after that, when the cold air of the night entered through her half-open window and her nipples immediately bristled, she watched me with something like shame.

But I've said it to him once before, why is it so difficult to say now? My fears, my fears are kicking in again. I do not want him to see me as a whore, neither do i want him to see me as a lady who can't control her urge, but how on earth can i control it when i have a hot god laying beside me, and i haven't been touched in two months, not like i was craving Dexers touch or anything like that. Anyway, fantacising about this man beside me right now isn't making it easier for me to control myself.

His tongue was flicking over her skin making her arching her back, exposing more of her beautiful skin to him. "Please...fuck me already," she pleaded as she clutched his muscular arms and legs. Her body was starting to tremble and shake, trying to get what she needs. "Your wished is my command, my love," Tristan whispered huskily, and put his manhood inside her. A few thrusts later, he found her G spot, rubbing and stretching the soft tissue. As he continued to pump his hips rhythmically, Samantha felt her mind become hazy. She wasn't able to think coherently anymore, just like how she had been unable to stop thinking about him ever since they had met months ago.

"I can't learn because I always want more and more of you every time. Now let's go before I end up undressing you." Her words ignited a fire of desire within me, but I knew I had to control my desire. With great effort, I pulled away, taking a deep breath to steady myself. "Let's... let's go," I replied, my voice strained with restraint as I tried to quell the rising desire.

And she did so, turning around so her back now faced him. Her presence had brought feelings of discomfiture and, worse, amplified the libidinous urges within him. A dreadful thought was on the verge of dominating his mind- the notion of humping Wilhelmina. He pursed his lips, wanting to restrain another naughty moan from spilling. But he failed. With his organ's sensitivity heightened, every caress on his dick extracted seductive, fevered moans from his throat. "Uh~ Urh~ Aaagh~ Oh fuck...damn it... A-aah~ Haah~ Aaurgh~ Mmmph~"

“And I haven’t even touched you properly yet.” He dragged two thick fingers through her folds, collecting the wetness, then pushed them inside her without warning. Zilla’s back arched. He fucked them into her in deep, steady strokes, curling against her front wall while his thumb pressed firm circles on her clit. The dual sensation made her hips twitch. “This is what you’ve been imagining?” he asked, voice low. “My fingers stretching this tight little cunt?” “Y-yes, Daddy—” “Filthy girl.” He added a third finger, stretching her wider. “Been aching for it since you were sixteen. Watching me. Touching yourself. Begging for this cock in your head every night.”

" But she knew exactly what he meant, and the thought of giving in to her forbidden desires was driving her wild. Adam's hand moved from her shoulder, tracing a path down her arm, his fingertips gently grazing the skin. "I think you do know what I mean, Amanda. I think you've imagined it. Imagined being here, alone with me, submitting to your deepest, darkest desires." Amanda's eyes fluttered shut, her lips parting as she felt Adam's hand reach the small of her back, pulling her closer to him. She could feel his warm breath on her neck, and it took all her willpower to keep from moaning with need.

Everything about our mate was intoxicating. Rounding the corner and heading down the long hallway, excitement coursed through me, leaving my skin tingling, and my manhood itching to get free. That particular part of my anatomy only ever had one goal- to forever bury himself in Hycinth's hot and tight flesh. Pure bliss. But alas, as much as I wanted to indulge that train of thought, I had more to focus on than just my carnal desires. Not to mention it would be hugely uncomfortable and inconvenient to walk around with a hard-on all night, so I exhaled and forcefully pushed away my arousal. Which was not easy. Nor was it particularly 100% successful. I readjusted myself in my pants, trying to m

That was what he had suggested this afternoon. And of course, I had disagreed at first. We were cursed from the very beginning for many reasons—our cruelty, our lack of sympathy, the ease with which we killed without so much as a second thought. All of it seemed to displease the goddess. But above all, we were cursed for one thing: Our carnal desires. Sex. We brothers loved it. It was how we passed the time, women beneath us, screaming until they cried, begging for release, submitting in ways that pushed them past their limits.