More Than Lust Novels & Stories

Revolves the very concept of a person’s desire, the fault and very core that demons feed upon and angels cry for. THE LUST Lust, or lechery it is intense longing. It is usually thought of as intense or unbridled sexual desire, which may lead to fornication (including adultery), rape, bestiality, and other sinful sexual acts. However, lust could also mean other forms of unbridled desire, such as for money or power. THE GLUTTONY Gluttony is the sin that tells and depicts an overindulgence and overconsumption of anything to the point of waste. As it means to gulp down or swallow.

We let ourselves be carried away, provoking the heaviness of our breathing, discovering my inner fire that transcends more and more to the point of not being extinguished, provoking a fire accompanied by passion and lust intentionally. Love is like a lunatic because it makes you lose yourself in the abyss of lust. Passion consumes you until it satisfies its anxiety. The atmosphere has become as hot as hell. We both emanate lust, sex, and passion, our bodies fused together, like when someone drops a lit cigarette into a box of TNT, to the point that our animal sides are perceptible.

I sank to the sofa and sighed. “Holy cow, those two are exhausting.” “They’re in love,” Wyatt said, simply. I snorted. “That looked like lust to me.” “Same difference,” Wyatt said. I pretend gasped. “Oh, no sir! Love and lust are most definitely not the same.” Wyatt’s eyes darkened. “I lust for you and I love you, Kacela Thompkins.” I giggled. “You can love me and not lust for me. Like right now. I’m loving you but not lusting after you.”

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 wanted him to tangle his fingers in my hair and tug at it. My heart pounded even harder. My body flushed, the foreign sensation running rampant. Is this what it felt like to crave someone? Lust and I were never on the same page. I had touched myself before, but nothing I did really satisfied me. Nothing like this. Like being set on fire. And at the root of all my fantasies were unusual blue eyes. So interesting, oddly the color of the phenomenon when snakes change their eye color before they shed their skin. Even when we first met, how he cornered me, his voice deep and dark. I was ashamed to admit how much I liked it.

So even if they repeat it over and over again or if they reach for heaven every day, there is no malice in them because they are legally married. However, as it pressed and deepened, it seemed that the young woman was becoming more and more obsessed and intoxicated with passion. His mind was blank and he didn't care where the young man's hands landed on his body. Adante is the same to him. It seems that he is just taking the pain from the scratches on his body, he can't blame the girl either because he shocked her and didn't even ask for permission. That's why he just gets weak and clings tightly to his arms every time he squirms. Adante also left marks on other parts of his body. There was

Love was not part of their vocabulary, but lust was their mother tongue, fluent and unforgiving. As his pace quickened, so did her heartbeat, a symphony of carnal anticipation building to a crescendo that promised nothing but destruction in its wake. They were fire and gasoline, drawn together only to burn. And in that moment, Cathleen understood that there was no recovery from this—only the relentless pursuit of pleasure at the hands of her greatest adversary.

After a while, we disengaged the kiss breathlessly, but all we could think of was, continuing. The only thing in the atmosphere at that moment was lust, apart from that, there was nothing else and it was so satisfying. Without a warning, my hands slipped behind Lorenzo's back, unzipping the zip to her dress. Instantly, the dress fell from above her shoulder exposing her huge peaks. Her nipples were erect and red. Without waiting, I grabbed them, squeezing them softly as a moan escaped Lorenzo's mouth. Bending slightly, I placed one of them into my mouth, suckling like a child who had long been starved of his mother's milk.

He belonged with me. Not because I loved him, not in the traditional sense. Love was a messy emotion, and frankly, it had gotten me nowhere in the past. No, what I craved was something far more potent – the satisfaction of knowing I could have him back, whenever I wanted. It was the ultimate power move, a public declaration that I was still desirable, still the envy of every woman.

When his hands hooked on my panties the third time, I closed my legs on his hands, not that I had the strength to stop him, but just to show him what I wanted. “You’ll have to tell me with that beautiful mouth, those pink lips” Desire drowned shyness and shame. I had become a ball of lust. “Fuck me with your fingers Carlos” And he obeyed. I was his painkillers. One finger slipped inside of me. I felt the invasion, but I needed more. More of Carlos. Precisely more of his finger. “More, Carlos, more” Then he added another finger, slowly easing them in and out, fuck, he was going too slow, teasing my brains out.