Selfish Desires Novels & Stories

"A necklace? Vanity can lead us astray, but it's forgivable if repented. Did you take it? Act on this desire?" "No, Father," I lied smoothly. "I just thought about it. Over and over. It kept me up at night." "Tell me more about these thoughts," Father Michael pressed. His voice was gentle but probing. "How often do they come? Do they lead to other sins? Impure ones?" My breath hitched for real this time "They're constant, Father," I confessed softly. "I pray, but the wanting doesn't stop. It's like a fire inside." He made a sympathetic hum. "Material possessions are a fleeting joy, Daisy. Your sister’s love is the greater treasure."

“And I don’t want to lie to myself anymore....I want you Eva.” My world tilted dangerously. “You are out of your damn mind!!!"

“Fond. What a wonderfully lukewarm word.” “I beg your pardon?” “Fondness.” Mariselle leaned back against the cushions. “It’s what people settle for when they can’t have what they truly want. Comfortable, reliable fondness.” “Fondness can grow into deeper feeling, given time,” Willa said. “Can it?” Mariselle studied him with disconcerting directness. “Perhaps for some people. Perhaps for Loren, who still believes duty and happiness can coexist if one is resigned enough.”

Obviously, to her, she did dislike self-control, but she had to control herself only that will her mum will be pleased, but it will jeopardize her dreams and none of her fantasy will come to reality. Her main issue was her requesting pussy. If that a person could be driven around by his dick, for what reason couldn't her pussy give orders? It was continuously requesting satisfaction, and she would fulfill its requests, regardless of whether she wasn't in a proper setting, same as the shopping center, school, the transport or during supper while her mom and Derek ate. When she arrived at Derek's door, her pussy lips were wet, sliding across one another. The fantasy she had been working out wa

I couldn't tell her I forgot to add that tiny little detail of me telling him by name Ariana studied me for a long moment, then sighed. “Well, that’s creepy. Sexy, but creepy.” I laughed softly, shaking my head. “That’s the problem. He’s both.” The words hung between us for a beat too long. Because what I didn’t tell Ariana — what I couldn’t tell her — was how my mind wasn’t racing because of fear. It was racing because of desire. A dark, raw kind of want I didn’t recognize.

“You need someone genuinely concerned about you. You need someone who’s selfless for you. You need someone who’s ready to become a wife and a mother for you. And she’s all that you need and you’ll want.” “How are you so sure?” I ask him, confused completely. He knows what bothers me and that is why he tried to find the things I want in a girl which seems impossible. Of course! Are not the things I desire impossible to find in humans nowadays? Which girl would genuinely worry about me because everything in the world is ostentatious? Which girl can be both mother and wife for me? Mother, she will become of her child and not of a grown man like me. Sometimes I even laugh at my wants but I canno

"You are crazy and madly delusional, I tell you. In a frenzy, we rolled and grappled on the floor, each one of us driven by our own strong desires; mine was the desire to attain my freedom as quickly as I possibly could no matter how much strength it would take me to achieve that goal, while Chase's desires were the selfish intentions of keeping me in his grasps for the rest of both of our lives.

So I was worried that I might not be able to control my sexual desires if I ever found him which might in turn lead to another pregnancy - which I was sure I would not be ready for, no doubt. At first, I didn't want to admit it because the thought itself was embarrassing but I had to come to terms with myself and do the needful. Now, it was what would save me from having another child for this man. A small mercy amidst this living nightmare. My stomach growled and I silently moaned as I clutched it, I was starving in the literal sense. The fucker couldn't even have the decency to order us some food before he sucked all of the strength out of me. Just another display of his utter selfishness

I already do not see him as an uncle or any affiliation in that sense and I doubt he is interested in having a relationship even slightly close to platonic with me. It does not help that I am in the most enlightened state and the most aware I have ever been of my desires. It does not help that I am experiencing my sexual awakening and I crave a sexual connection more than anything else. Recently I have been experiencing the urge to qualify myself as depraved, I feel like I have long surpassed immoral and no longer have any moral strictures keeping in me in line. As long as in the end I get what I want, desire graspingly and extinguish this fire ravaging me from within, then I am happy and pr

John sits at the edge of the bed, looking out the window. Demon lies beside him, not touching, but close. I hug myself, still naked, as if trying to contain what can’t be explained. I watch them from inside myself, and I don’t know if I want to cry or applaud. We’re not guilty. We’re just hopelessly addicted to the only thing we have left in a world that condemns us: Desire.