Lustful Life Novels & Stories

I looked at the dirt hiding underneath my nails, Is this the kind of life I want for myself? A simple life? No. I wanted an adventure. I want to do crazy things; I want to travel around the world and take pictures. I don’t want to be anyone’s doll. And that’s what Louis would want from me. What would Carlos want from me? Not a doll lifestyle. What would the guys be up to back in the house? Would Carlos have made it if I hadn’t come running after his call? I shrugged my curiosity off. I owed the man nothing.

ISABELLA I was restless. It was not the kind of restless that meant I wanted to pace around the room or fold laundry that didn’t exist. No, this was the twitchy, gut-churning, heart-hammering sort that made my limbs feel too tight for my skin. The ceiling had become my confession. I stared at it and tried to think about the restaurant. The dream. The fire that had once burned so brightly in my chest. But that, too, had dimmed. Marcia had snuffed it out with one smile and a well-aimed insult.

Mr Smith was never one to speak straightforwardly. "There was something you said in my office that time and I saw that fire in you. That drive in you. But now I see the fire quenching slowly. The lady I saw at first knew what she wanted and her passion was over the hills." When Mr Lucky had asked him why he chose Victoria, he didn't have a proper answer for it but now he does. She loved computers just like she did. She loved creating and was very passionate about what she loves. She knew what she wanted and worked for it, a similar attribute as his.

I wrapped my legs around his waist while he supported me so we wouldn't fall. His kisses went down to my neck. I look up to catch my breath. He touched his lips to my neck as only moans came out of my mouth. We started because of lust. We all know that I'm not his first love. But I am the present and I intend to be his last. His last love. If I'm going to give a title to our story, I think I know what it is. I'm going to name it The Lust Love.

And as he gazed at her flushed face, he couldn't shake the feeling that this dinner was just the beginning of something much deeper and more meaningful between them. His words, soft yet profound, echoed in the stillness of the moment, carrying with them the weight of a thousand promises of pleasure. "I want you," he declared, each syllable imbued with the purest of intentions of his lust for her, as if every fiber of his being yearned to convey the depth of his affection to get pleasure.

Skai Leighton, stage name Lustful Lily. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me”, he muttered under his breath as he typed quckly on his work laptop and searched her videos. The familiar sound of her moans and whimpers filled the air of the cafe and at this point, everyone else was at a standstill looking in his direction. He had forgotten to mute his volume. He could hear the waiters and cafe manager apologizing profusely to the customers and offered them scones on the house, without making any attempt to bother him. They are going to get a big tip this morning.

’ Who didn’t want a partner that was considerate enough to align their schedule to fit yours? Lascivus, the ever-elusive billionaire cum playboy- only through this identity could he afford to disappear and reappear at will- took his ‘sweetheart’ to places she’d otherwise only visit in her dreams. The details of such private rendezvous were always kept under wraps, with only a few pictures to suffice. Still, anyone with working eyes and a functional brain could put two and two together- people don’t just glow without due cause.

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

Luscious is my ticket to freedom and the only possible solution, which is why I will stick with him whether his siblings like it or not. “All that you are saying doesn't matter to me. What matters is what Luscious and I feel towards each other.” I replied. Rachel cackled loudly, “Are you sure you know what you are saying? I doubt if you took a brief moment to think. Do you think someone like you is capable of love? You are damaged, Kara. All that is left of you is your delusions. You can't love, and no one will love you. Luscious is definitely just lusting over you, and another lady in his life will prove that point. Stop trying so hard, you old hag!”

The wet, squelching sounds of her masturbátion mixed with her rising moans, creating a symphony of pure lust. One of the lustful men in the third row, a tall businessman with sharp features, stood up slowly. His cóck was already straining against his trousers. He was not the only one. Several others began to rise, drawn toward the stage like moths to a flame. Lila’s moans had become louder than any of the professional actors. They were raw, genuine, and impossibly arousing. Each cry sent a fresh wave of desire through the crowd.