Stories Desired Novels & Stories

James A story where the student falls for his psychotic teacher who was once a spy. What happens when they end up together after his student steals from him. Or is he gonna fuck him just because he wants the passcode to something important? Or does his psychotic mind derive pleasure in seeing his student in pain? I glared at Tex as he dropped his clothes carelessly. His fingers hovered over the button of his jeans. “What?” I looked from him to the mess he was creating. Tex rolled his eyes.

But that's what she'd signed up for. Kyle'd been asking her to do this since the moment their honeymoon had ended. Three hypnosis programs to listen to while she jilled. Week one had started the dick fantasies. Week two had made her feel like Kyle was stroking her clit every time he touched her. She'd almost come last Sunday, holding hands in the park. Week three and her own clothes made her ache and throb and drip. It had been murder holding her lust back so as to surprise Kyle.

“You scared the poor boy, dude.” That was the first response he got from Damien Lau after he finished telling the whole story. The doctor visited him today, and he served some mineral waters to him. He was just a bachelor who didn’t really care about food at home and only had mineral waters with him. Despite being a bad host, the painter still dared to pour his heart out by telling the story that bothered him since yesterday. Yeah, he had told his friend about his ‘experience’ with his student yesterday.

It was then he got caught by my Mom to be cheating on her. It was a big blow for my Mom because several times he had promised to end the relationship but only for her to find out after a few months that the mistress was transferred to another house only. I was tired seeing their relationship fall apart. And that is why, here I am in a convent trying to have some peace of mind and saving myself from possible heartaches in the future. I don't believe in fairytales anymore. For lovers, it's only once upon a time they were happy, then they end. So here is my story.

I'm Jessica Blake an 19 year old single exchange student, originally from Amsterdam about to start studying History in Italy for the upcoming year. I love everything about old history, call me an old romantic but I just do and I love romance as well. Anyways, what I did not know in advance was that my life was about to change forever..... He's her teacher...HER forbidden desire!! *&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&

~Alexander~ I knew that I was done for when I imagined that I was making out with Avery meanwhile it was Alison, I did not like what was happening to me, the goddess wanted to make sure that no matter how hard I tried to be with someone else, my heart would always yearn for her, the mate bond made it difficult to stay without her scent, I wanted to touch her badly.

His eyes lowered to her collarbone, then rose, slowly. "What do you write?" She swirled the wine in her glass. "Stories about people who want something… but don't have the courage to take it. Or have too much courage." She looked at him. "Desire, basically." He drank, watching her through the crystal. "And how does it end?" "It depends. Sometimes with a kiss. Sometimes with a hand between the legs. Sometimes with someone running away before the end." The silence between them stretched. Thick. Tense.

"Used to be. Gave it up when the stories started costing more than they were worth." That answer carried weight, the kind that invited questions but also warned against them. I set the mug on the low table in front of me and leaned forward slightly. "What kind of stories?" "The kind that get people hurt when they come out wrong. Or when they don't come out at all." I felt a flicker of recognition then, something tugging at the back of my mind like a half-remembered name. "You sound like someone who has been burned by the industry."

“But we’re not settled up yet. You know where I wan’ to kiss you, sha. I described my kiss for you.” Oh, God. He had. More than once, because that had been one of her favorite midnight fantasies. “You liked what I told you jus’ fine.” She certainly liked the heat and determination in his gaze. “Those were fantasies.” Not a game plan or a road map. “The stakes were a kiss. I plan on havin’ that kiss.” He wouldn’t force. She knew that. But Cole was Cole, and she also knew he’d push until she flat out told him no.

"But I want to be more than that, James. I want to be your wife. I want us to get married." He was not in the least shocked at her words. He had somehow knew she was going to say something like that someday. He sat up and faced her properly, which flexed the muscles in his upper arms. "Do I have to remind you that you made it clear to me that you don't want us to be more than friends when I asked you to go out with me? So,how could you —" The rest of his words went straight into Vivian's mouth as she lunged forward and connected their gobs.