Lust For Life Artinya Novels & Stories

“Okay, that’s enough, Madam… please, stop drinking,” the butler, Arthur, warned softly. He reached out to steady the glass as it wobbled in Larissa's grip. Larissa didn't even look up at him, she stared at the liquid instead, watching the ice cubes swirl. "He isn't coming back tonight, is he?" Arthur hesitated, his silence more cutting than any confirmation. "It’s been six months, Arthur," she whispered, her voice filled with exhaustion. "Six months since the wedding, and..."

Yet, as soon as her eyes shut, a haunting image invaded the darkness behind her eyelids. In the void of her closed eyes, a pair of dark brown eyes flashed, she can never forget the look, he looked different, and he looked vicious. If there was any expression was reflecting in his eyes then it was LUST, only Lust. It’s been an hour; Aurora stood under the water, trying to wash away all the bad memories from mind, but every time she closed her eyes all she can see his lustful gaze roaming all around her naked body and nothing. Those eyes she can’t remove from her fucking brain as if it got written permanently inside her brain. The way his gaze roam around her naked body was something she didn’

Her eyes sparkled as she described the intricate art of crafting artisan bread and whimsical pastries, her voice bubbling with infectious enthusiasm. "Just imagine, Eddie," she'd said, her fingers tracing patterns on the flour-dusted counter, "one day, I want to open my own bakery, or wait... a restaurant... Anyways, just a place where people can gather and find comfort in the smell of freshly baked bread and food and the taste of childhood memories." I had listened intently, mesmerized by her passion and the way her eyes glistened when she spoke of her dreams. I'd squeezed her hand, promising her that I'd always support her and be with her every step of the way.

she joked. Red said that he could not decide things right away as long as there was no "Go signal" from his older brother. The young man planned to study fashion in the U. S. He said he loves art and anything related to fashion. He is also good at photography and sculpture. His dream is to have a museum for his work. His brother seems to be the only one who really refuses. His brother wants him to pursue Business Administration so that he can pass on to his brother the management of their other businesses. "Sometimes I want to rebel because my older brother seems to be controlling me, but when I think of his hardships for me and the ones our parents left behind, I feel more sorry for him. Ma

" have you gone mad? Huh? I don't know, in which world you live? and which world you are talking about? For your kind information There is no such thing as love, in our world only one thing is exist and that is lust, But some fools like you call this by the name of love! And we call sex! If love or whatever you say it is exist in our world, and the people who talk about love, then Why they o does not do love in their whole life, why their love requires sex in the last. The thing started with love as you say also needs a bed at the end. Then if people like us only want a bed, not love, so what is wrong in it. I don't think so it wrong because we are reduced the stupid effort which peop

"I-I don't wanna go ever…" "Aww shucks, Dill… maybe you had a 'lil too much Fireball… I'm not goin' nowhere kiddo. You said so earlier. It's not forever. One day we'll have our time. Now though, you have far too many things to experience and explore yet, and far too many people that need you. See what life has to offer. I'll still be here. Any choice you make 'has me in it'. Don't forget that."

The hem of her shorts rode up, revealing the soft curve of her thigh, illuminated by the dancing candle shadows. “Desire isn’t obsolete,” she said, her voice soft but firm. “It’s the oldest creative force that exists. It doesn’t need to be pretty or moral. It just needs to be. It’s what makes us want to mix colors, touch a texture, smell skin… or demolish a wall to see what’s on the other side.” “And if on the other side there’s only ruin?” “Then you use the rubble to build something new. Something real.” She was talking about art, about life, but the words were a beam of light pointing directly at the fault line between them, at the forbidden, growing attraction that was, in itself, a power

The stinging behind my eyes intensified, my chest tightening. “I don’t want this life,” I choked out. “I don’t want to be anyone’s bride, let alone a Luna. I’m not cut out for this life everyone wants to push onto me. I just…I just want to create art. That’s what makes me happy. That’s what fulfills me.” I didn’t even know if anyone was listening to me but saying the words out loud felt like a great release of pain and tension within me.

Lust flooded my mind and my body as I yearned for him and the pleasure that I knew he could give me. “Shall I make you cum?” EROS asked as if he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do. He was clearly teasing me and having fun at my expense. His fingertips stroked my wetness and my pussy lips in a painfully slow manner that left me wanting more of him. “Please…” I pleaded softly.

An Artist. . . Does Arts help humanity to evolve and survive? We have only one life to life, how can we contribute? Why contribute? Because life is too good to not make it last longer and be better. Not everybody knows how good life is. They are losing too much. Do it. Why me? Because I love and want to love more and be loved. Love is . . . Definitely not only sexual and physical things. It is when you want the best for someone as ah entire.