Shoujo Crave Novels & Stories

"Don't act like you haven't been craving me this whole time. I saw the way you were when I touched you. You want me. Don't deny it." She gave a soft whimper and I knelt between her legs. I lowered my head and grazed her clitoris with my tongue. Fuck! She tasted raw and wonderful. I ate her some more and her whole body jolted as it acted on its accord. "Ahhhhhnn! Lor... Ahhhhhh!" Her fingers grabbed at the sheets and her body arched to have more. Her juices were overflowing and they filled my mouth and graced my tongue with their sweetness. Her body squirmed and she tried to wriggle away from the overwhelming feeling, but I grabbed her pulled her back, and punished her even more with my lips.

Her back arched, pushing more of her tit into my mouth, and I could feel the tremor run through her body, her pussy clenching emptily against the sheets. "Damon, please," she gasped, her hands threading through my hair, nails scraping my scalp in a way that sent tingles straight to my cock. I continued lower, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down her stomach, feeling the muscles quiver under my lips. Settling between her thighs, I spread her legs wide, exposing her glistening pussy—swollen lips parted, clit peeking out like a pink pearl, her hole weeping arousal that trickled down to her ass. The sight made my mouth water, and I dove in, my tongue dragging through her folds in a long, flat

The sight sent a rush of slickness between my thighs. My pussy throbbed, my clitoris swelling with need. “I want to feel full,” I stammered, biting my lip hard. “I want to be stretched open by a thick cock. Fucked properly, not rushed. I want someone to pin me down and pound into me until I can’t think straight.” I could barely keep my thoughts straight. My nipples were so hard they ached, pressing painfully against the thin material of my blouse.

"I felt the creep whenever I came here." I ran my fingers of the spine of each book and then I read the manga's title one by one: "Hanayori Dango", "Harumatsu bokura", "Tsubaki chou planet", "Reimei no Arcana", "Akatsuki no yona". These are all shoujo (romance genre). But there are other sport genre too, like: "Slam dunk", "Haikyuu", "Prince of tennis", "Eyeshield twenty-one", "Kuruko basketball". Fantasies and action genres are available too: "Demon slayer", "Hakuoki", "Bungou stray dogs", "Attack on titans".

she said, and I couldn't help from closing my eyes; why did she have this much hold on me? "Adonis," her voice suddenly turned serious, and I couldn't help but take in a deep breath. "M... Mistress," I said, but instead of feeling ashamed, I felt my arousal intensify once more. "It seems you still know how to speak," she said, and I wanted to reply, but I didn't even know what to say. My dick jumped nonstop and that kind of craving is getting stronger and stranger. I gulped "Mistress...?" I called, my voice so low, but I knew she heard me. "Can you tell me more about this craving?" I asked. After a moment she spoke "I don't need to tell you, I will show it to you directly, of course with you

She groans, her head goes back slightly. “We can finally consummate our engagement, it’s been a long six months, Lucky. Your body is craving my hard cock.” Another whimper. Her eyes are hooded. What the fuck is wrong with this woman? Why doesn’t she just give in to me? It’s clear as night and day that she craves every inch of me as I do her. “I’m just craving cock, Santangelo. Right now, I don’t think I give a fuck who. Since being engaged to you, I’ve not been able to see anyone. It’s been too long.”

Jojo began to shake Angel, her demand urgent, "I want sugar in my..." But her words faltered as she caught sight of Lady Leggy, who stood watching her with an unwavering gaze. Jojo's attention shifted, captivated by the enigmatic figure. "Ooh, shiny person!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands like a toddler. She took slow, sheepish steps towards Lady Leggy, her eyes fixed on the elegant gown. Reaching Lady Leggy's presence, Jojo bowed deeply, her small hands reaching out to touch the hem of the gown. "I worship you," she declared, her voice filled with childlike wonder.

The cravings that dripped down and aching for him made love to me. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

The craving of the week. I heard stories from Merigold, Lilly and the brothers about cravings. Some of the odd combinations they wanted. Like Lilly had to have ketchup on mashed potatoes for two weeks straight. Merigold was fried chicken and orange juice with Jace and Jax. With the girls she craved waffles with peanut butter and strawberries with a side of garlic pickles. I would have gotten Speed anything she wanted no matter how weird it was. I promise, but I’m so glad that the only craving Speed has was for sweets. She would eat them once in a while before she got pregnant but now she was eating them everyday. The biggest thing was ice creams and Merigold’s cookies. But all of that broug

I jus‍t did‌ n⁠ot know it before. Th‍e craving insi‍de me spreads deeper, festering⁠, consuming. It is not‌ ju⁠st her bod‌y I want.‌ It is everything, her voice and her thou‌ghts. The wa‌y she smiles when she‌ forgets to be careful. T⁠he way she cries when she thinks no one sees. I want all‌ of‌ it, even the parts‌ that⁠ will ru⁠in me.