Marriage And Desire Novels & Stories

It wasn’t always perfect—there’d been awkward moments, missteps, scenes that didn’t land—but their willingness to talk, to learn, to laugh at the mishaps, had made their marriage stronger, their intimacy richer. James thought about how their story might resonate with others, couples navigating the complexities of long-term relationships, where passion sometimes took a backseat to practicality. He hoped their openness, their commitment to exploring desires in a safe, consensual space, might inspire someone else to have those late-night conversations, to unearth hidden fantasies, to find their own version of connection. Marriage was hard, with its shades of gray—mismatched libidos, unspoken ex

“Need I remind you, you were married to me,” “Under the condition that I have a spot in this excavation. So, I rather say that our marriage was only on paper. And I can see that you don’t like my company as much as I do with yours,” I said as I was turning away from him. I heard him cursed under his breath before he stopped me with his hand on my arm. Desire flared inside me as it settled on my stomach. I have never been with anyone and I think my dry spell was working against me. I cannot say that I was not attracted to my husband because he was a handsome man, but we were exchanging marriage for our benefits.

The words were a declaration, a promise, and Isla felt a surge of excitement course through her. Isla felt the intense desire in the tone of her husband's voice. She could also see it in his eyes, a raw, untamed hunger that mirrored her own. And that brought undeniable excitement to her heart. This was more than just physical; it was a deep, primal connection that went beyond mere lust. It was a desire to create, to build a legacy together, to solidify their bond in the most intimate way possible.

"You and I will still go to school even though we're married, we'll keep our marriage a secret." "No, I'm not ready yet." "Tsk." Radya rubbed his face roughly, for some reason his desire to have Dita completely was getting stronger. "Why are you so eager to marry me?" asked Dita. "I don't know, I'm also confused by my own desires that want you so much." said Radya, making Dita a little baper. "What makes you want me so much?" "I don't know." "You don't know? But, why do you want to marry me?"

I want to feel his hands, his lips… I want him to desire me without artifice. They're doing my makeup. I look in the mirror: I'm beautiful, even more than usual. The whole household has schemed to get "their" men; I wonder if I should do the same, but maybe it's better to let things take their course tonight. I'm ready. I'm about to marry a man who claims not to want me. No matter. I know how to tame him. He'll end up loving me. Tonight, I'll do everything to make him desire me, without resorting to any tricks.

"I…..I don't know. I'm not sure if this feeling I have is love. I want to lock him up so no one else can look upon him or take him away from me. I wish he never leaves my side. I want to make marks on that pretty skin and…..oh my, maybe I do love him." "I'm glad you're finally realizing it. I thought I would never see the day you two would admit your perverse desire for one another. I'm surprised he's not already seen your entire body seeing as you live inside the same room!" "Why does it sound like you're upset? I was married once. I'm not that foolish." "You were married against my will. Now that you can choose for yourself, you choose a man who cannot even fight his nature? Honestly, I'm

It had shifted—softer now, trembling, vulnerable. "You know I’ve always been in love with Warren..." Desiree said, her voice barely above a whisper, thick with emotion. "Since we were teenagers. It was always him. No one else ever came close." I pressed myself against the cool wood of the carved screen, holding my breath. Desiree continued, her tone cracking. "But then… he just ran off and married Vienna. A woman he barely knew. One minute we were planning his birthday dinner together, and the next, he's on some romantic getaway with her—getting married like it meant nothing."

Yes, anything, to make us remain that way forever, perfect, moulded in her hands, doing her bidding and untainting the family name. Fuck! I yell as I get up from the bed. I want nothing more than to leave the hellhole I live in–in the name of a mansion. It chokes me. I want nothing more than to cut my engagement and all ties with Clare, I can't even stand the sight of her for Christ's sake. For goodness' sake, I don't want to get married to just keep the succession going. I don't. I don't think I care for marriage at all. All I want is to just have her in my arms again. Just have her. Kiss her and make her squirm and moan–the throaty sound she made that was more of a groan than a moan–in my

Okay, kids — I’ll take responsibility, I’ll support them and their mother, but marriage these days isn’t required at all! Yes, I looked for her. Yes, she gives me a rock-hard boner and my emotions are on edge, but that’s all lust and passion! And also some kind of thrill and a desire to tame the stubborn one. But with time all that will fade and I’ll get bored. And then how are we supposed to tolerate each other? Leaving the premises of our company, I headed to the nearest bar with an overwhelming desire to get fuc… to get drunk, basically.

When she finally spoke, her voice was quieter. “Marriage…. in your case.… will not be gentle, my child.” Aeryl’s fingers tightened. “I know what happens between a man and a woman,” she said quickly. “That’s not what I’m asking.” Her mother looked at her. “No,” she said softly. “You don’t know this.” Aeryl stilled. “When he touches you…” her mother continued slowly, choosing each word, “it will not just be desire.” Aeryl’s breath hitched. “It will be hunger.... Need.”