Insatible Desires Novels & Stories

I had a tried setting boundaries but he has this way of making me cross my boundaries. I struggled to resist my strong desire for him. I have an intense feelings for my stepfather, and I want to have sexual intercourse with him. I am deeply attracted to his body, and his voice alone excites me and makes my body feel hot and aroused. Even when he simply touches me, my body reacts strongly and becomes very sensitive. My mother plans to marry my stepfather, but I am still tempted to engage in sexual activities with him. I know this would be wrong, as it would be disloyal to my mother and harmful to our relationship, but I cannot resist my strong desire for him.

Exhausted, not from passion, but from the sheer misery of my existence. With a frustrated sigh, I braced my hands against his chest and forcefully pushed him off my body. Matthew grunted, completely unbothered by my frustration. He rolled over, stood up from the velvet mattress, and casually grabbed his trousers from the floor, stepping into them as if he hadn’t just left his wife completely stranded in a desert of dissatisfaction. “Not again,” I muttered, sitting up and pulling the satin sheets tightly against my chest. My voice trembled with months of built-up resentment.

“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.”

Maybe it was my tendency or my nature that had become like this, but the problem was that it was getting very difficult for me. I had just opened my shirt when I felt my inner wolf was struggling to come out of this intoxication. There was only and only lust in my mind now, so I pushed him back into my mind. This girl was provoking me. Maybe he likes to play hard. I removed the sheet over him. I could clearly see the form of that sleeping beauty in my sharp eyes, which now had a veil of lust. I could not see the face due to light work, but I found it to be more beautiful than before. No makeup, innocence full of innocence was tempting me. I went close to him and smelled his scent. "Wonderful

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.

Author's Pov This inexplicable attraction will lead to his demise someday. He has never craved for someone as much as he craved for her from the very first day. Every time he saw her, he was possessed by the desire to pound in her tiny hole while she would be writhing with pain and pleasure with her sexy moan made him restless. Fuck his sanity! He has been fantasizing about her every single time. She occupied his mind day and night and he couldn't do anything about it. The irrational desire towards her makes him insane for her even more.

He said turning to the book and she sighed, She turned back to her meal and continued with it. “Ugh, why are all the things on this list all childish?” Draven asked after a while of going through and Xalia turned to him with a confused expression. “Huh? How?” “What the fuck is go hiking, driving a roller coaster, watching Barbie Premiere and many other dumb things here.” “There are not dumb, there are the things I want.” “I wasn't expecting… “ “But you said I should make a list of things I wanted.” “Don't cut me off.” Draven said and she apologized immediately.

I felt like a completely different person, one consumed by intense desires I couldn't control. My skin felt scorching hot, as if my body temperature had skyrocketed in an instant. My heart was pounding in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears like a ticking time bomb. I could almost feel my pussy was going to blow if I didn't get what I wanted. The desperation was suffocating, making it hard to breathe. I felt like I was drowning in my own desires, unable to escape the overwhelming urge that had taken hold of me. My thoughts were a jumbled mess, but one thing was clear, I needed this, whatever it was, more than anything else in the world.

" I try to object, but the words get stuck in my throat preventing me from pronouncing them. I don't have another excuse to say. I don't know what to say to convince him to leave me alone, to get someone else to give him and do what he wants. . . , to understand that I want. . . , that I don't want this, I mean. I don't even know what I want anymore. I'm so confused, because I know this is wrong, but I still want to repeat it. Why is this happening? I never did or wanted anything wrong, why now? They say the forbidden is what you enjoy the most, and I really enjoyed yesterday. They also say that for love there is no age, but this is not love, this is only desire. Isn't there an age to want s

Have you ever sunk deep into the depth of desire as your heart wished for you to drown while your mind told you to fight against the waves? When I look at Deimos I am always caught by desire's net. Desire to touch. A desire for a taste. Desire to possess. With each passing day, it overtakes me inch by inch sinking its fangs deep within me sucking my will to fight.