Lust Collection Novels & Stories

“Would you like me to get her?” Aura asked. “Would you please? They are both in the ladies room so I would prefer that you go inside please?” Luke and Eva were still in the middle of their conversation when the door to the ladies room opened and an Oriental woman with low-cut round neck and a deep, never ending cleavage walked in. Luke could not help but admire the way her latex top packed her massive tits together. “You have a good taste Countessa,” she said as she looked at Luke all up and down. “I am sure that he will not mind. The only thing he prefers is that you give yourself to your new friend while he watches,” she said.

The final item placed carefully on the table caught her attention: a sleek, high-end cellphone, its design elegant and cutting-edge. Lune stood there, motionless, watching as the staff quietly exited the room, leaving her alone with the overwhelming display of wealth. The sight of the cellphone made her heart sink a little. It wasn’t just a gift—it felt like something more, as if Arlo was trying to buy her comfort, or maybe even her silence, after learning how she disliked feeling trapped.

he whispered excitedly, his fingers grazing the edge of the box. In his excitement, his hand accidentally bumped into a stack of utensils, sending them crashing to the ground with a loud clang. Lucas froze for a moment, wide-eyed, but when no one came rushing in, he shrugged and snatched the cookies. He jumped off the stool, hugging the packet tightly to his chest like a prized treasure. Back in Aurora’s room, Lucas found her still asleep. He gave her a quick glance but didn’t bother to wake her again, content to munch on his newfound snack.

Lustre asked, glancing up from her map. “Oh, she’s not interested,” Anastasia replied for me. When Lustre looked at me again, I nodded. “You can’t leave the school walls though. Seniors must participate. It doesn’t matter if you’re interested or not,” Lustre said, her tone sounded almost threatening. I didn’t like it. “That’s what I told her,” Anastasia mumbled. “What do you have there?” I asked, quickly changing the topic. “It’s a map of every corner of the school,” Lustre explained, turning the paper toward me. “These are the possible hiding spots for the horns. If we collect the most horns… we win.”

Trina was both a mystery and a key, a living instrument he intended to use in his carefully plotted plan. Nickey stepped closer to the window, the floor beneath him creaking softly. His attention was drawn to a cracked statue near the fountain, its edges chipped and moss-dappled. Kneeling, he brushed away dirt and debris, revealing a small USB drive, scratched and battered. His pulse surged as he slipped it into his pocket, the weight in his hand suddenly anchoring him to purpose. Later, plugging it into his phone, Michael’s voice had crackled out in confession: the explosion, the plot to eliminate Nickey—each word igniting a fire in his chest.

“But I mean…...” The room went still again. Then Elara’s phone vibrated. Both of them flinched. Elara glanced at the screen. Sylvia: 'Guess what I found!' Something loosened in her chest. Slightly. Sylvia followed it with another message almost instantly. Sylvia: 'There’s competition I told ya. Big one. International finals. Grand prize is insane.' Elara sat slowly on the bed. “For the first time in days,” she murmured, “I feel… distracted.”

he asks in exasperation. He got silk gloves to match with the silk dress I would be wearing for the evening. But he doesn’t think it’s enough, so he made Lara pick up a new set. “Right here, one of the many times Kolin’s contact have gotten me what I wanted. Although, they’ll wonder why he needs silk gloves so urgently.” Lara has become his best friend, seeing as they have a secret handshake. We never had one of those. “Seriously, you aren’t moving fast enough for me.” Lara says turning to me.

Episode 4: THE FINALE: FINALLY SUCCUMBING TO HIS CROTCH Clara didn't give in right away to her brother's lustful desire. She moved her head wildly from side to side, his cock and balls bouncing against her nose and lips. She knew she was testing her brother, making his torture longer and tried not to breathe. But she couldn't hold out for long and finally felt like she had to give in, slowly taking him in as the sad funny truth of it all became clear. His thing still had some of her pussy juice and his own come on it.

Leo kissed her until he was satisfied, venting his desire into her one last time before crawling out of the tent. Nuna remained sprawled on the floor, her core still pulsing and weeping with the remnants of his seed. After a night filled with both tenderness and raw passion, everything seemed the same—and yet, in that familiarity, Nuna could feel something quiet and new beginning to bloom within her heart. ------------ Today, Nuna was in charge of a new group of international guests—photographers and installation artists from Germany and Austria participating in the Art in the Wild zone. With her bag, iPad for notes, and her nametag, she was ready to go.

"Stop looking." His grin widened. Then he noticed another cabinet. Inside sat dozens of digital drives. Folders. Hard drives. Backup drives. Storage drives. Arsen opened a nearby laptop. The screen illuminated. Then appeared folders. Hundreds of folders. His eyebrows rose. "Lyra." "No." "Lyra." "Stop." The folder names made him laugh again. Winter Collection Era. Red Shirt Meeting. Brown Coat Season. Fashion Week Year Three. Coffee Cup Collection. Umbrella Collection. Favorite Watches.