Stories Desired Novels & Stories

Four Months Later After years of waiting and begging for her heart, Tulani finally got his wish when he wedded Natasha. In Tulani style, it was an extravagant ceremony, a page out of a fairy-tale. At thirty years old, divorced and with a child, Natasha would have never imagined herself being the centre of attention at such a profligate event. But it was exactly what Tulani wanted; a loud statement proclaiming his undying love for the woman of his dreams.

Was she some sort of fairy godmother like in Cinderella who granted wishes? With a heavy heart I thought things through , what good had it done me to loose such a friend . I often smiled as though I was leaving the happiest moment of my life All I wanted to do was just get back to my room and sleep as my body still needed the rest after the late night of writing the paper for today's presentation in English Lit. Obviously like most students out there, I was a proud procrastinator. If it was a sport, I would be getting prizes and gold medals for it.

the camera man had began counting as Ismael, Leo and Britney stood with the kids, smiling as shots were clicked through their smile. A family, love which the never really got to experience both Leo and Ismael hopped to have their new family experience it all. A sexual desire had influenced their love, breaking their rivalry to unity, a clear view of an inducing desire. @starex_pen on I*******M for future novel updates

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.

Or maybe I had already scared her, never at any moment did her heart hurt, not even at the idea of loss, since that doesn't irritate any person, even those who would want nothing like these women, in men sought, just like women came to the city, there is a demand for men, as well as revitalizing waters. Since it was the cue to attract them, in the midst of this, each one of them, could get closer, less than painfully, to their desires, without ever missing a point. Everyone there wanted to feel the taste of her racing heart beating in my mouth, even if this were so that the people who came would have a taste of pleasure and seduction.

AMARACHI's POV. You look bored. Lunch break would begin anytime soon. Let me tell you more about myself." "Oh, that would be nice." "My name is Christabel Edwards. You already know that. I'm 16. I love talking a lot if you haven't noticed." Oh, I have noticed dear. I smiled at her, encouraging her to go on. "I really want to be a model, a popular one. I have a crush on Jeffrey. He's so gorgeous." She said dreamily, blushing.

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I felt my pussy contract at his words, grasping at something that wasn’t there yet I desperately craved. “Just focus on the stars, baby.” he licked up and down my neck while his fingers finally parted my folds, finding my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves until I shook. I stared up at the ceiling as shooting stars and comets zipped by. I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky.

“Where is she?” Lora pointed at where Dementia was, still hitting her head on the wall. Looking at the small fairy, the Sluagh shrugged her shoulders and turn back to Lora. “Well that serves her right my child. What is it that you want her to do that she couldn't?” “I asked her to make someone fall in love with me, but she started telling me different stories.” Lora said eyeing Dee with her eyes. “Lora, my child, Dementia is a weak fairy but don't worry you have me, I will do that for you, all I need is his full name.”

Adrian had been roommates with James for months and every night, his mind wandered to filthy thoughts of that thick cock sliding deep into his ass. He imagined James pinning him down, spreading his cheeks wide and pounding relentlessly until he filled him with hot cum. The fantasy consumed him, making his own cock throb whenever James walked around shirtless or fresh from a shower.