Raw Cravings Novels & Stories

Brandon took over the recital of their story, “So I was hungry for some reason, a different kind of hungry that I have never been. As Lewis said, I got my usual favorite stuff in front of me but I couldn't eat it, I didn't want to eat it. It was as if my stomach didn't want that inside me. I was craving for some meat.” He added with a grimace and continued, “I ate that whole raw steak and also some chicken that was in the fridge, though it was stale, I wanted to have fresh meat, I was hungry for that taste of warm blood and I felt disgusted with myself. I tried to look for food, for what I wanted but I couldn't find it when my brain told me that the fresh meat was right in front of me.” Bran

He's so annoying and it was like he had a seventh sense that I was craving something sugary or spicy. "Thanks, but I'm not hungry" liar! lair! Pants on fire! "You don't need to be hungry to have these. It's always been your favorite" He tells me to my face. "You're no one to tell me what I will and will not have, Jacob"

Content with where he was going, I was more than willing to follow along. When the waiter came by, Jack ordered without benefit of a menu. Seared scallops, followed by rare steaks and a single chocolate soufflé to share for dessert. It wasn't quite what Holly and her hero Nick had ordered. Jack's steak was much bigger, and Holly had dined on escargot instead of scallops followed by steak, but I was willing to be flexible. I didn't like snails and Jack needed plenty of red meat in his diet. Particularly since I'd probably be taking a little blood later. I'd fed off a blood bag earlier, but the extra-sexual rush of feeding off a lover was too yummy to resist, especially when my lover was an im

“You must be hunger. We have lots of party foods like pizza rolls, teriyaki bacon-wrapped shrimp, grilled huli huli chicken, watermelon salsa, and some S’mores Bars. I also have some raw steak marinating in the kitchen to grill tonight outside.” Did he just say raw red meat? Why is my stomach now so hunger after hearing about the raw meat. I never been the type to eat beef, and I want it raw. What’s going on with me? Every time I try to eat that it make me so sick that I in the bathroom in seconds, but I think I can eat that. “Well, as we get ready for the guest. Why don’t get first picks of the food, because as soon as they get here, you’ll be lucky to get any.”

The dining table was filled with different breakfast dishes: fluffy pancakes topped with berries and syrup, scrambled eggs with herbs, smoked salmon on toast, and fresh fruit bowls. In front of Raven was a large bowl full of bacon, strawberry jam, and chocolate sauce – her strangest and most intense craving.

With a warm smile, she reassures me, "Regardless of what happens, my dear, you will always have a place to call home right here with me. And don't you worry, we'll make it a point to visit you every weekend or whenever you need us. So, let's take a moment to unwind and enjoy a delicious meal together before you head off. “There is something sweet, I hope. I'm craving raw meat and sweets again, and no, I don't need to shift this time.” I say laughing. Grandma's gaze holds a sense of understanding, leaving me perplexed as I struggle to comprehend this sudden desire for raw meat and sweets. The confusion deepens as I realize that I woke up with this inexplicable craving, accompanied by an overw

says Amber. I feel bad leaving Samantha in the long line after collecting my lunch: a chicken salad, chocolate pudding, and a bottle of water. Amber discards the pudding as we go to our chairs. "Eeww. We don't eat fatty food," she says scornfully. I nod. I sit with them, and I'm excited to be with the popular ones for the first time. I feel like royalty. "Who's that red-headed girl you're walking with?" Amber asks as I open my bottle of water.

she asked after a few minutes of silence. I placed the plate on the side table before giving her my full attention. “Different from before, I used to have morning sickness all the time. I also used to crave pineapples, and I had a lot of body aches. Even though my belly was still small, I could feel that there was something inside, but now it feels like nothing, like normal. I feel like I went back to being single,” I admitted. Doc Tami stood up from the sofa and went to the water dispenser, which was not far from the bathroom door.

Then, without pause, he began to slam hard into her, wickedly, brutally pounding into her, each thrust a deliberate assault on her senses. "Oh my God, look at that ass," he grunted, his voice thick with desire. His brain was shaking, a primal haze descending over him. He couldn't bear it, couldn't hold back the raw hunger that had been building for days. The lady in his hands, beneath him, was the most enticing thing he had ever felt, ever tasted, ever craved. Ever since that moment when he had fucked her hard in this very hotel, her image, her scent, the feel of her body had been seared into his mind. He hadn't been able to take her mind away from his face, her scent from his nostrils. He w

—*ALISON*— I know I sound crazy for asking Santa for a ‘good fuck’ for Christmas, but right now, it’s the only thing I want. It’s been ten months since my last breakup, and all that time my body has been craving release. I'm so pent up it’s starting to drive me insane. When I get really horny, I use my sex toys but they barely do anything anymore. They don’t satisfy me or make me cum. I need something real—flesh, thick and warm.