Insatiable Desire Novels & Stories

WU We, as humans are driven by a lot of things, the urge to work, to want. The desire, the passion for certain things and the zeal to get them. We are built to always want more, the insatiable desires of man. But these things, these intentions, feelings and passion for more comes from the brain. But what if the ability to satisfy those desires was whisked from the works of your entire body and you're left there, desperate -desperate to fill that void.

(Her POV; His POV threaded through the final movement) Desire doesn’t arrive fully formed. It tests the ground first. After the fracture, after the quiet, it comes in fragments—sensations more than sentences. A pull toward light in the afternoon. An impatience with conversations that orbit usefulness. A sudden irritation when I hear myself explaining choices that don’t need explaining. These are not cravings. They’re refusals. Refusals to keep translating myself into palatable reasons.

His desire for her was like a ravenous beast, voracious and relentless that cared nothing for right or wrong. The consequences be damned. The world be damned. His morals be damned. He wanted her, truly, madly, insatiably. She's like a drug he's hopelessly addicted to.

Then he groans, "Oh and how I want you. You are so beautiful." How can she fall for this idiot? He needs a thesaurus. Then I rememember all those nights I've spent dreaming of Silvia. Of my hands on her waist, pulling her close to me. Of the scent of her skin, my desire for her so strong I fantasize about licking every inch of her, learning about each mystic, fragrant part of her with all of my senses ... even now I feel her close though I know it's impossible. Whether it's love, desire or some potent mix of both, it's easy to lose your reason. And when the moon waxes, our wolves and our instincts start to take over. I sigh.

All of this stirs within me, not like a fading echo, but like a fire being stoked. — It's insane. I murmur the words at the dark ceiling. My voice is a hoarse scrape in the silence. I want her. Again. Already. More. The realization strikes me full force, with an almost violent power. It is not the simple, physical desire I know. It is a distortion of it, an obsession. It's as if a part of me remained inside her, and it desperately demands to return to its place of origin. It is an appetite that is not fed by being sated, but feeds on it to grow.

he exclaims, like a boy obsessed with his Christmas toys. His tongue flips over my flesh, feverishly tasting my skin. He suckles on me, getting rougher and rougher as his libido takes over, almost roaring with delight. He tugs on my tits, forcefully consuming my naked body. My pussy stabs at me, daddy Santa's lust leaking into me, electrifying all my nerves. It makes me horny and incredibly impatient. Desire is a word that could never describe what I want daddy Santa to do to my body right this instant!

Connected. Surrendered to desire. ******************************************

I want to rip apart the gown that hugged her body curves, touching her skin in ways I haven’t. Her fingers were wrapped around my clothes, bringing it up to her bosom. Just the thought of having her walk around in my clothes was driving me to insanity. I want to push her down and kiss her till the dawn breaks, even then I wouldn’t be satisfied, this hunger, I don’t think it will ever fade, like a weed, it has long been deep-rooted, growing until my desires have no bound.

I immediately realized that what I liked the most in every touch of Hazz about me were the sounds that filled our surroundings. Not music, not some song from nature, but our sounds. The sound of his lips closing in my body, the sound of the friction of his tongue as he passes through that sensitive and excited part of my body, the sound of my moans in response to his actions. The sound of our breaths, which even distant still showed the intensity and pure desire. Lust in sound form.

I despised how I always succumbed to his every caress. "You just can't resist, can you?" Jeremy's voice dripped with lust as his eyes locked onto mine. I wanted to rebuke him, but my body betrayed me, responding eagerly to his every touch. Before I could utter a word, he captured my lips in a ravishing kiss, leaving me breathless. In his kisses, I could feel desire and longing, mingled with his dominance and arrogance. Part of me yearned for it to stop, but I couldn't bring myself to halt him.