Lustful Life Novels & Stories

Show me how desperate you’d get for me. Heat flooded my cheeks—and lower. God, I hated how much his words got to me. I was Riley Bennett, twenty-year-old college junior by day, pretending to be the perfect stepdaughter to my mom’s ridiculously hot tech-mogul husband. But at night? I was “LilaLust,” the cam girl who made bank letting strangers watch me fall apart.

His voice went up to surpass the cheering of the other guys. "Damn, me first!" Lucas wasted no time in stepping forward and shoving a finger deep into Stella's cunt. She howled, arching her back from the sensation. Justin went next, hesitant at first but after fingering her for a few seconds and watching Stella forcefully holding in her moans, he added another finger, picking up the pace. Then Eric went, smacking her ass hard before his tongue swept over her cunt. Licking and sucking it. "Are you my friend or my slut now?"

I walked around the house but couldn't find her. I had rushed down here after having sex with a total stranger. This was the second time I was doing such. I wondered what was going over me. My mind was filled with lust. The singer on that occasion, Mrs. Piatek, was good in bed. It looked like she was into me. Too bad I wasn't the type of person that believed in love. She was just a distraction for me.

“By the way, I was just curious to know who the pretty chick from yesterday was?” “Who?” I asked, pretending not to know that he was speaking of Ella. “The fact that you spent that much time with her in your office had me wondering if she was the next target…” he chuckled mischievously, as he said those words. “Alright… that's enough. She's an artist, and she came to talk business.” I disliked it when Lucas spoke of struggle with my sexual addiction in that way. “There's nothing more to it. We'll talk when I get to the office.”

"You are the best, dad. Don't worry. He would never dare to hurt me." Carnation had just finished cleaning away their meal that afternoon, when she received a text from Lylie, their manager and the organizer of Casa de Lujuria. Lylie said in the text that she had to show up at the nightclub today, because Mr. Lust wanted to talk to her. Carnation's system immediately panicked of what she read, her heart didn't stop beating fast, and it got worse when she finally came across the man. ~ From the report he was reading, Luca looked up when the double wooden door of his office opened and Lylie, one of his most trusted staff of Casa de Lujuria, entered.

Biting her finger playfully, she gave them a sultry glance. Wrath growled. "You tricked us!" Lust chuckled, her laughter smooth and mocking. "Oh, darling," she said, her tone dripping with satisfaction, "Missed me?." Lust leaned back on a nearby rock, crossing her legs deliberately, showcasing the smooth curve of her thighs. A wicked smile played on her lips as her tone turned teasing. "So, what's the grand plan, gentlemen?" she purred, her voice dripping with mockery. Wrath, his jaw tight, snarled, "We break into the palace and take the goddess. Simple as that."

Lust that powerful had an appetite and a drive all of its own. The chef had put on a spread worthy of a banquet for the two . Ever since they moved to this estate , Beachside Apartments,she had lived in luxury like a queen . Nervous as a cat on hot bricks, Loveth wondered how on earth she could match Wesley’s stubborn refusal to acknowledge that anything was wrong between them.

“The storm is not a melody for a creature of lust to play with.” “But it is,” she insisted, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. She reached out, not touching him, but letting her hand hover near the bare skin of his chest. The air between her fingertips and his skin spat and crackled with tiny, eager sparks. “Is lust not a force of nature? Is the peak of passion not its own kind of cataclysm? I believe our natures are not so different. Let me learn. Let me feel.”

Maybe sharing everything wasn't the best idea? "This is just crazy, too much, and messed up. I don't understand why Sean would do all this if he loves me," I mused, trying to process the bewildering situation. "Because he loves you, Lisa. Have you not noticed everything you've said? Everything he's done is to please you, to fulfil your fantasies, not his. Even now, he's still trying to please you, agreeing to Steve's involvement," Beatrice pointed out, offering a perspective that made me ponder.

Ethan's POV I sensed the longing in her gaze, pleading for more but I refused to yield so easily. I craved to hear her voice, to feel her surrender completely. Chelsea's cries of pleasure echoed in my ears, igniting a primal desire within me unlike my girlfriend who is never satisfied but sweet. I pushed myself into her, slow and deliberate, ensuring every inch penetrated her deeply, reaching depths that ignited a fire within her. She dug her nails into my back, gasping as I filled her completely, our bodies merging in a primal dance of passion and desire.