Shoujo Crave Novels & Stories

I checked her online profile and saw an avatar of a sexy lady. She goes by the name 'Queen Lake,' and the type of photoshoot she paid for even allows her to pose almost nude. As I suspected, she must be an aspiring model wanting to gain attention on the internet with her sexy image. It's one of the easiest ways to drive traffic to one's online page or website. However, I needed to stay focused. Only a few models have actually paid for such a package, and most of the time, it's paid for by the modeling agency due to the high cost.

Desire is the kind of thing that eats you and leaves you starving. — Nahoko Uehashi CAMELLIA Suddenly my body’s a traitor, all heat and fire like it forgot how to have self respect. Typical. My skin tingled where his lips had grazed my neck, the faintest burn lingering long after he pulled away. When his fingers brushed the edge of my dress at my waist, a soft hesitant warmth spread through me, like my body was trying to understand what it wanted before my mind could catch up.

Jake called, voice strained. I arched, moaning softly. "All good, brother." But I was far from it. The game had begun, my innocent facade cracking just enough to tease. They thought they owned me, chased away every boy who sniffed around. Little did they know, I was the spider in the web, craving every cock that crossed my path—theirs included, but never only theirs.

The fabric stuck to her swollen lips, and every small movement sent a jolt of need through her. She shifted in her seat again, trying to find some relief. The ache was getting stronger. Her nipples hardened against her bra, rubbing with every breath. She glanced around at the other students. They were all taking notes or looking at the board. No one was paying attention to her. For a second, she considered slipping her hand under her skirt right there in the back row. She could rub her clit quickly, just enough to take the edge off. But the risk was too high. Someone could turn around at any moment and see her. The thought made her even hornier, but she kept her hands on her notebook and sta

Apra was the only female friend she had and she didn’t want to break that bond at any cost. “Wow! That is nice… you want to burden me with all the work while I am pregnant. You are just amazing.” Apra said in a sarcastic voice. Vivian looked like she would burst into tears at any moment. She had no idea how to deal with Aphrodite. “Wanna, wrap me around your teeny-weeny finger too?” Apra said with a straight face. “What?” “I have such an intense craving for that gooey rolls you made yesterday for breakfast. It is like I will die if I can’t have them… Just teach me how to make them. I will be wrapped around your finger for life.”

Katrina, a stunning 38-year-old woman, sat on the couch in her modern suburban home, her mind filled with dark, taboo desires. Her son, Mitch, was away at college, leaving her alone with her twisted fantasies. She had always been a dominant woman, both in her personal life and in the bedroom, but lately, her cravings had taken a disturbing turn.

The swollen head leaked a steady bead of precum that soaked through the silk. Yuna Takahashi, 27, a renowned Kyoto calligrapher with porcelain skin and long raven hair, arrived at dusk. Her deep brown eyes met his, and her smooth, hairless pussy clenched hard. Thick, slippery arousal flooded her tight slit instantly, soaking her thin silk panties and beginning to trickle down her inner thighs. No greetings. No small talk. Kael crossed the tatami in two strides, grabbed her by the throat, and pulled her into a brutal kiss. His tongue claimed her mouth as he shoved her kimono open, exposing her full, soft breasts. He pinched and twisted her hard nipples until she moaned desperately into him.

Draven thought in his head. “I don't know why I am craving weird things but I have never felt this way and I feel like if I don't satisfy this urge, I’d die,” she took her face to his own. “What do you crave?” he asked, he knew it would be weird but it can never be as weird as Apple and curry. He had never seen anyone eat that combination. “You are Alpha hence you are very strong and you can do anything so it won't be a big deal, right?” she asked and he nodded, moving closer. His head swelled when she called him Alpha.

I woke up the next morning with my body still remembering everything. My pussy felt tender and sensitive. There were faint marks on my neck and breasts that I had to cover with makeup. Every small movement brought back flashes of Julian thrusting into me from behind while Marcus filled my mouth. I had never felt so full, so wanted, and so completely used in my life. The pleasure had been overwhelming. But now, in the cold light of day, the guilt was crushing me.

“Crucibles are monthly duels, debates, rituals, and seductions that Blackcroft students use to rise in rank. Those who pass many Crucibles get chosen to join the Apex Initiates or serve as their loyal consorts.” “Oh…” I nodded, trying to commit that to memory. Monthly challenges. “Is joining compulsory?” I asked, and he gave me a look of surprise. “You don’t want to rise in rank?” I shrugged at his question. He could see my weaknesses and still expected me to compete with others. Was he trying to push me to my limits? “I would be happier if the Crucibles weren't mandatory. I feel like I'm the least powerful person in this school. What's the point of subjecting myself to ridicule every month?