Insatiable Desire Novels & Stories

Not rational desire—instinct, uncontrollable, possessive. "Do you want this?" My voice came out so low and raw I barely recognized it.

“They’re too close. Too tied to my life. If I let myself want them, everything changes.” Another pause. “And does that frighten you,” the guide asked, “or does it feel inevitable?” Elias’s throat tightened. “Both.” The guide’s hand withdrew then, not abruptly, but deliberately, as if creating space for the truth Elias was circling. “You’ve been taught that desire must be justified,” the guide said. “Earned. Sanitized. Approved.” Elias nodded. “Yes.” “But desire isn’t a verdict,” the guide continued. “It’s information.”

“Please… don’t stop…” The desperate plea had barely left my lips. Before I could even finish my statement, Matthew had already groaned, shuddered, and finished. A second later, he fell onto my body like a log of wood. The heavy, suffocating weight of my husband crushed the air from my lungs, but it was nothing compared to the weight of the disappointment crushing my soul. I lay there beneath him, staring blankly up at the ceiling, my body aching with a restless, unfulfilled fire. I felt incredibly tired. Exhausted, not from passion, but from the sheer misery of my existence.

They say, 'there is unequivocally no shame in being hungry for another person. Because, desire is simply the very nature of the universe itself. And, in desire to happen, it should start with a sparkling tension. The kind of tension anyone would burn instantly if they come closer and closer'.

My chest tightened until it felt like my ribs might crack from the pressure. I dragged in a sharp inhale through my nose and pressed my fingers hard against my temples, nails digging into skin. Get her out of your head. But it was useless. Completely, devastatingly useless. Because it wasn't just desire anymore. Lust, I could handle. Lust was simple, primal, something that could be satisfied and forgotten. But this—this was something else entirely. Something far more dangerous than want, more terrifying than need.

At least I had no chance to feel more pain if I had just died in the journey. Or maybe . . . it happened because I was in a hurry. I didn't think carefully about the steps I would take. What I did was insufficient—it wasn’t enough. And as a result, I became more thirsty for something I’ve always desired—peace. I went beyond the norm to satisfy myself. I already had what I desire yet due to my thirst . . . I kept finding every bit of it until I had it all, only to realize that I will never satisfy myself with this monstrous gluttony.

That obstinate disobedience set my blood on fire. “You think I don’t want you?” I growled, low and dangerous. His mouth opened, his breath ran faster, but he did not say anything. My head was pressed nearer, and his scent filled me, dizzy, sweet and drive me insane. "Edrian, every godsdamn second, I desire you till it makes me mad. Until I can no longer fucking breathe without tasting you in the air," I confessed, "And desiring you and having you are not the same thing."

“And don’t even try and tell that you haven’t fucked that girl you spoke on the phone. I know you have, and I know you’re thinking of fucking her again once you go home.” “Listen, you—” “—No, no, you listen, bro. I know how much you love the feeling of your girl’s flesh, clenching around that cock of yours…that powerful feeling of filling her and moving inside her tight hole; that intense feeling of dominance as you listen to her cry and beg for you; that extreme and violently overwhelming whirlwind of emotions streaming in every single vein in your body never really leaves you even after you’re done screwing her, bro. And once you reached the peak, you just want to go for it again, and you

Yet, there was something more that occupied her thoughts, something she couldn't shake off. Time and time again, her mind wandered into a whirlwind of desire and imagination, yearning to know what it would be like to have him close, to feel his warm body against hers. She wondered how it would feel to be devoured by him, like a mouthwatering delicacy, as she wriggled beneath his weight. These thoughts haunted her, refusing to let her go. They consumed her mind, enticing her to indulge in forbidden fantasies. She could not help but picture him in the throes of passion, his touch setting her ablaze with desire. Her imagination ran wild, craving the intensity of his affections, as if her very b

Coleen brings all the ecstasy and pleasure I needed, but I didn't expect her to wake my desire again and triple the burning insatiable desire. I lay down beside her when she sits on my top grinding whilst groping her big breast, biting her lower lip. My dick twitched automatically watching her, grinding erotically as she moaned closing her eyes. I want to fuck her hard, but I let her. The desire to have her over and over is goddamn insatiable.