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.

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.

"Because he's all about his business and making money. He doesn't love her, and honestly, she doesn't love him. They're just using each other for sex and status. It's... I don't know... gross." "I see." I finished up my sandwich as we walked up to a beautiful cream-colored high rise. "It's not Olivia at all. She's always been more about love than lust, but this guy has her acting like a completely different person." Dana glanced up. "We're here. Twelfth floor. We just need to check in at the front." Lust over love? The age old discussion about which comes before the other. Couldn't they both show up at the same time? That felt far more like the story in my own life, or maybe I was reading mo

“I have decided to settle.” “What the fuck does that mean?” “It means I will no longer chase another man's wife.” Lust's eyes grow wide. “What nonsense?” “If I didn't know you were Lust, I would have mistaken you for Wrath.” He cracks a smile. “If he were here, you would not survive his anger. So, thank your moon goddess that I am the only here speaking with you.” His smile disappears. “Now, what is this nonsense you are spewing?” “My love life shouldn't interest you. You have no say in this. When will you realize this?”