Series Cravings Novels & Stories

The thought of tender chicken meat roasted in its flavorful juices made Madison start salivating involuntarily. Recently, Sebastian had been strictly managing her diet to maintain the results of her morning runs. Madison was so sick of eating plain and boring food every day. She felt her taste buds were going to fade away from the lack of use. Although she would sneak in some junk food at night after getting home, snacks were no match for a proper meal! "Miranda, I love you so much!" Madison cheered, almost moved to tears. She finally could properly satisfy her cravings. Sebastian muttered, "Why do you sound like I've been mistreating you?"

He plunged his tongue in and swept through Evan’s whole mouth, and he caressed everywhere he had missed so much. “Fuck!” he cursed inside him as he captured Evans’ nibble tongue. How long had he tasted this tongue, how long had he craved to kiss this little mouth, to suck the tongue crazily, to do more to the young man? He wanted him… he had always wanted him so much, but he had always been careful, holding himself back from pushing Evans down and sucking those pale lips. These past few days, whenever he was tired, he’d wish he could bury himself inside Evans, he’d wish he could have him, become one with him and hear him moan his name, but he also knew he couldn't.

His brothers must love him. **** "Daddy ... mommy wants to eat roasted corn." I stroked my stomach. The shadow of spicy roasted corn made me almost drool. It seems I have cravings, and it is not difficult to find them. "It's late, and I'll catch a cold." My face is already sullen. Hey, I'm craving. I just looked at Gerald with a face made even more sullen like Kelsea. Gerald moistened his lips while looking my way. He seemed to want to follow me, but many considerations like I was pregnant, catch a cold, the night air was not good.

Marcus spanked each woman in turn during the frenzy — sharp, resounding cracks that left glowing red handprints, the sting blooming into deep heat that made their pussies clench harder around him. He cycled through them with controlled dominance, using rope, toys, tongue, fingers, and cock to push every woman to the edge repeatedly until they were sobbing, shaking, dripping messes. Their voices grew hoarse, bodies trembling uncontrollably. When release finally came, the climaxes were devastating. Orgasms ripped through them in crashing waves — intense, rhythmic contractions deep inside, hot floods of girl-cum squirting in messy arcs that soaked skin, leather, and floor, the sharp scent of re

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.

He didn't know what they talked about. "It's late already. What about tomorrow instead?" He asked for extension. [I want to eat it right now.] "Why is it always at night when you're looking for ice cream? It can just be in the morning. Or you could just want something else!" He complained. [Is it my fault? Did I wanted this? Its- It just keep coming! All of a sudden, I start craving for something. I didn't mean it!] Q said. It looks like she's crying because of the frustration.

Aria moved quickly from there. Aria sat quietly in the temple courtyard, her back resting against a cold stone column. She placed the first bite of prasad in her mouth, its sweetness spreading slowly on her tongue. A small sigh left her lips. The sweetness… day after day her cravings were getting wilder. And this was something she didn’t understand. Sometimes she wanted spicy food, sometimes more sweetness. As she put another bite into her mouth, she forgot everything. Now only the sweet, tempting food mattered to her.

I mumbled to myself. At first, I thought I could do it. It's healthy, right? You eat healthy food, hit the gym and what's there in it to worry about? But then it started- the hunger, the strict diet and the punishments. It was 2 months before the wedding when I craved a sweet. I was in periods. I always crave sweets during my periods. So I went to the kitchen in the middle of the night to get a bite of chocolate. That's when my mom came back from her work.

I was literally in cloud nine because it had been a long time since anyone made me orgasm so quickly. And the fact that it was a stranger… someone who he’d done this to me so effortlessly, made me realize I have really lacked a good pussy lick. With my chest rising and falling, Jason caged me on the bed with each of his hands at my side, then he lowered his gaze upon me, staring at me like I was a snack that he hadn’t yet devoured. The hunger in his eyes made me feel consumed before he’d even touched me, like I was already his to take.

she said. “At the point when it stalls out, here...” She folded her hand over the center of her neck. “My body jerks like it's attempting to save itself, but I continue pushing and that triggers something and my brain goes foggy. My throat swallows, and it goes further. That is the point at which the astonishing frenzy thing occurs when I can't relax. My body heaves to save itself, yet I push it more profound and my throat gets generally delicious, similar to as having a climax. Then there's no restriction, I can take every last bit of it, and it gets me so energized I nearly get off. You ought to attempt it.”