Longing Sentence Novels & Stories

Warm, wet, long, with the use of our tongues. He pulls himself long enough to breathe. “I’ve been holding back, Keila. If only you knew,” he whispers urgently. “I’ve been trying to fight this crave. But you're way too much to bear. I want you…and I know you feel the same way too.” And he's right. I want him as much as he wants me. And even though the remaining logical side of me is trying to keep me away from the longing I finally have in my grasp, the longing of the heart is just way too hard to handle.

she moaned, her voice filled with desperate longing. Her hips moved in sync with his fingers, urging him to go deeper and faster. She gasped, her voice filled with need. "I want to feel your cock inside me, Satish. I need you to fill me," she pleaded, arching towards him. I want to feel your every inch filling me. I want you to make love to me until I can't take it anymore. Satish absorbed her words, knowing he couldn't deny her any longer. Giving in to their longing, he whispered, "I want you too, more than anything."

This longing gnawed at my heart, creating a deep and painful yearning. Suddenly, without thinking, I asked, "Yes, what’s wrong, Malisa?" My voice came out spontaneously, startled to see her. In an instant, my hopes soared, even though I knew how small the chance was for a positive response. Malisa looked at me with mixed emotions, as if caught between hatred and perhaps the longing that still lingered. That moment felt silent, and in those seconds, I wished I could read her mind. However, the answer I waited for did not come.

I could feel her, even from here, the subtle tug of her longing. Every fiber of me ached to be near her again. I checked the time. Soon. Soon she’d be on lunch. Each second apart felt stretched, unbearable. I’ve missed her so much. I clenched my fist, pulse racing. Every part of me needed her. Needed to hold her, hear her, remind her she belongs to me in ways she can’t yet understand. I forced myself to stay. To watch. To wait. But waiting is torture. Every heartbeat is a countdown, every breath a reminder that soon, very soon, I’ll see her again.

But that remaining five percent is making me a little anxious. I must admit that I miss her too much. Her name echoes in my head again amd again. The longing I have for her is terrible. Like I would not get to breath properly in her absence. Like, oxygen does not do justice to my lungs when she is not near. Like the world is unfair to me just because she is not with me. The world is too quiet without her and I am lonely. And, only her words, her voice can calm this strange longing inside me. Only she can provide me the peace I have been running after this whole time. Like my life was actually useless before her.

Of each other and of oneself: of all the things they might have to do, may want to do, are doing to one another. It's a year of longing. Every inch of the body yearns for something more. The limbs are caught in restless tremble, and soft sighs linger on desperate lovers’ lips. Like on Helen’s. In her life, she has loved many things, mostly trivia. Black coffee in the morning, smiling strangers in the park, and the sense of freedom that crashing waves on stormy shores would wash into your heart.

Monster. Longing. A desperate, aching pull towards Ethan that felt like a physical cord attached to my sternum, yanking me towards the cliff edge. The memory of his kiss wasn't just sensual; it was a homecoming and an awakening. It had stripped away the numbness, revealing a depth of feeling I’d buried so deep I’d convinced myself it was dead. But it was alive, ravenous, terrifying. I want him. God help me, I still want him.

“What do you mean?” He leaned forward just a little, enough that the glasshouse and all its glory around us shrank smaller till all that mattered was the man seated opposite me The way he looked at me was with awe and reverence. “What I mean Darling, is that for a very long time, I’ve been longing for something I couldn’t quite explain to anyone, not even to myself” My heart leapt, “How long?” I breathed The smile on his face cracked a little, enough for me to see a shard of vulnerability. “Very long” The timber of his voice dropped lower, “Very long Yvonne” Hurt and longing lay in his words. It made my heart clench painfully

In the depths of longing, my heart does ache, For the presence of my beloved, I truly do forsake. Each passing moment, a reminder of your absence, Leaving me yearning, in a state of deep remembrance. Desolate ! Loneliness ! Longing ! . She felt all those emotions while staring at the sole moon in the universe . Do not moon feel alone with no one closer in the sky . It has to bulp up the entire earth just by awaking in the night . Sad ! . A warm tears escaped her eyes and she quickly wiped it with her palm . It been a week since she was at her actual residence . Her memories were back now . She remembered everything . All she felt was devastated . She was feeling like a fool that how easily p

His eyes flared with an elusive spark of something—anger, frustration, perhaps a flicker of realization. In the midst of my anguish, I yearned to make him comprehend the depth of my longing, the intensity of the emotions that surged within me like a relentless tide. "Your presence in my life brings joy, strength, and a depth of emotion I've never known before. With you, every moment feels like a cherished adventure, and I'm grateful to have you as the beating heart of my world."