Love Or Lust Novels & Stories

It was Danielle’s turn to gape at him. “What rubbish! Love and lust are totally different feelings! If you love someone, you will lust after her too, but not the other way around. If you lust after someone, you don’t need to be in love with her. Lust is momentary, just a physical need, but love is eternal. It comes straight from one’s heart and soul. Love is an elemental need!” Knox sat in silence, listening to her, watching the sparkle in her eyes, the radiance on her face. It was almost as if she had experienced it in her life.

It was now or never. "I love you, Hope," I confessed. "I have loved you for so long." I saw a tear fall down her eyes. I wiped it off and placed my lips on hers. I kissed her passionately. She cupped my cheeks in her hands and kissed me too. We upped the tempo, and the kisses became savage. I felt the sexual hormones in my body fire up. I wanted her badly. I moved forward, and she pushed back into the bed, lying around on it. It seemed she wanted this too. I laid on top of her, not tearing my lips from hers. I moved my tongue inside her mouth, and it met hers. Our tongues touched as we kissed.

Everyone present focused their gaze on the women, their eyes sparking with lust, surely, it would be nice to have a taste of the wealthy Cara, she was rendered useless, but they could explore her body, and that has only brought their hormones high. "Let me have her." A deep crispy voice sounded from the other angle of the room, the slightly old man picked up the glass, and stared at the figure scrawling on the floor, his eyes sparking with lust. "I want her!" Another voice boomed out. Lucas just stared, his hands on his hip, before he snickered, at the men, lust could really tend to render one useless, but was there a difference between lust and love? You crave for someone, and yet you want

“You were moaning my name. You were staring into my eyes like, like I was everything. You were saying things no man says unless he feels something.” She swallowed. “You were calling my name with so much passion.” I laughed. “You of all people,” I said coolly, “should know the difference between love and lust.” Her expression faltered slightly. “That was lust,” I continued. “Nothing more in that moment, I would have said anything, done anything, just to fuck you.” My gaze hardened. “Don’t confuse intensity with emotion.” “You’re a devil,” she muttered under her breath, stepping aside at last.

As Max sat down beside her on the bed, Mira felt her senses come alive, aware of the proximity and the unspoken tension between them. "Was this lust or love she taught?" Mira's mind was a jumble of emotions as she thought about her friends' warnings and her own feelings for the twins. She couldn't deny the strong attraction she felt towards Max, but was it love or lust? She thought back to the way her heart skipped a beat when Max appeared in her window, the way her skin tingled when he smiled at her.

The current me was undesirable for any man, and my heart ached terribly. Still, I could not understand why Reynold kept me around even though he did not love me. He could have just told me, and we would have divorced. Yet, not only did he take away my ability to have children, but he even cheated and betrayed me, In the end, I didn't visit the doctor. Instead, I went home alone. The mansion was the home Reynold and I purchased when we got married, back when his career was just starting to take off. I could still remember us lying in bed, talking about the future. We had dreamed of having two kids—a boy and a girl—a perfect family of four.

"That it strengthens love. I thought it was real because I never heard anyone say otherwise." "Love has nothing to do with sex." A mocking smirk tugged at his lips. "Sex is an instinct, a primal urge—whether for procreation or pleasure. Lust is one of its strongest motives… but lust isn’t love." I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing closer to his warmth. "Hypothetically," I began, "If one day you couldn't control yourself around me again… what would you do?"

my dark laughter cut off her sentence. "Love making? Oh, don't be silly, that's raw sex... lust... raw lust, who cares about love? That shit doesn't exist." I patted the corner of her hair. Her beautiful brown eyes peered up at me. "You think love doesn't exist?" She questioned. "Prize, that thing is crap! What binds us as humans is lust... nobody cares truly if there's an absence of lust." She shook her head, pulling away from me.

Or maybe it was the version of me he unlocked. The way we sang and laughed as if we were a couple who had been together for years amazed me. As we sang he leaned in again and this time he came in for a kiss! I leaned in too. Yes, I wanted to know how he tasted. I wanted to know if he could kiss. That was either going to kill this obsession I had with him or add embers that would make it burn harder. Our lips interlocked. His lips were soft and his mouth tasted sweet and smelled a little like bubblegum. Our tongues touched and embraced each other like they were old friends.

Lust is sad to be passionate, strong desire characterized mostly by some sexual craving. Now, one may argue that this shows agreed, while others defend themselves by saying that it is purely a feeling of yearning that we all go through at some point in our lives. The second explanation will lead to people believing that this feeling is normal and not something to be ashamed of. However, the first explanation may direct people to think that what they are feeling is an abomination, especially from a religious stand point.