Stories Of Lust Novels & Stories

I wanted him to tangle his fingers in my hair and tug at it. My heart pounded even harder. My body flushed, the foreign sensation running rampant. Is this what it felt like to crave someone? Lust and I were never on the same page. I had touched myself before, but nothing I did really satisfied me. Nothing like this. Like being set on fire. And at the root of all my fantasies were unusual blue eyes. So interesting, oddly the color of the phenomenon when snakes change their eye color before they shed their skin. Even when we first met, how he cornered me, his voice deep and dark. I was ashamed to admit how much I liked it.

It was cold inside the room and his two air conditioners were on, but he seemed to be sweating and feeling hot inside himself. The young woman covered his lips that were almost grinding their teeth because of the excitement and passion of both of them. Even Adante suddenly felt heat in his body. He thinks that his masculinity always lives every time he observes closely the attractive face of his wife. That's why instead of restraining himself, he seems to have been carried away again by the burning of their hearts and their teasing feelings. He pulled Hera to sit and separated her two legs which were now placed on Adante's backside.

On the verge of a sexual orgy, lust was driving my young white wife to be fucked by dark strangers. A lone lusty Emma, a naked white woman, was going to have sex with multiple dark cocks of strangers. What was driving them? Was it the lust of seeing a young naked white woman who wanted to be gangbanged? Surely, lust and sexual desire were causing this extreme arousal. Lust, in me seeing my wanton naked wife, was causing my permanent erection, albeit it paled in comparison and color as to what was lined up for Emma.

There was an oily blackness, a red rage rolling through me, and I didn’t know if it was jealousy that Nola had entrusted something to her mother that she did not entrust in me, or if it was because of some unknown boy had hurt my Nola, some boy who had possibly touched my Nola. I turned away from her mother, took Nola into my study, and held her in my lap as I sat in my big black desk chair. I held Nola close stroking her warmly, allowing her to get the cry out. Rubbing her back, stroking her soft golden streaked brown hair, and kissing her heated wet cheeks and forehead; I noticed how much my little girl had grown. She was a small soft package, 5’3 and curvy in her hips, firm thighs, and fu

Definitely not trying to seduce just the steam sticking to the mirror, the accidental press of bodies in the tight space, the forbidden pull of best friend's brother coming into my house. His eyes went down to my lips, which were open in a gasp, and then down to the very quick breathing of my chest, the nipples of my breasts through the fabric being stretched. "Lila..." His voice roughened, free hand twitching at his side, fighting the pull. Mine mirrored, rising to his chest to push? Or steady? The touch lingered, feeling his heart thunder under my palm. The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam.

The brunette came on my tongue, the redhead on my fingers, their juices mixing as I trembled, the loft echoing with our cries. The night deepened, the loft a sanctuary of shadows and silk, my body a map of their desire—bruises on my thighs, bite marks on my breasts, cum coating my skin—yet the hunger raged. The women loomed, their breaths heavy, pussies wet again, eyes locked on me with unrelenting lust, ready to seal the ritual.

"You were together. Intimate. I felt it. Through my abilities." Trina went pale. "Hope, sweetheart..." "The Architects felt it too. They're watching everything. They say desire without commitment shows human weakness. That lust without love proves we're base creatures." "It wasn't just lust," Nickey said. "Then what was it? Love? Because the Architects want to know. They're asking me directly. Is what you have love or obsession? Connection or addiction? Your answer affects their judgment." Nickey and Trina looked at each other. The question neither wanted to face.

TALES OF INSTANT LUST - SHORT READS Preface Greetings, Reader Welcome to a world where passion flares up in the most unexpected places, where lust takes the stage, and where desire never waits. The concept behind "Tales of Instant Lust" was that not all love stories have to be quiet or poetic. Irresistible chemistry, unsaid tension, and raw hunger can sometimes express more than a thousand romantic words ever could. Designed for people who want their fantasies to be served quickly, hot, and unrestrained, these stories are brief, intense, and explicitly sexy.

It started as a secret. A kiss in the kitchen. A blow job on the cold tile floor. A groan into the crook of his neck that sounded too close to love but was just lust—wild, poisonous lust. But it didn’t stop there. It couldn’t. After that first time, Eli didn’t try to convince himself it was a mistake. He didn’t even feel guilty—not really. Natalie’s name barely crossed his mind anymore. She was a shadow in the background, a pale echo of what he used to want. Because now, every inch of him ached for something bigger. Stronger. Crueler.

Alex explained to me. "And I do not have things at stake?" I ask him. "Homosexuality is legal in your country but here it isn't." He tells me. "So what are we going to do with these feelings we have for each other? I'm not going to just ignore it." I say to him. "What feelings?" Alex asks. I move closer to him, whispering "do you want to tell me that you have no feelings for me?" I ask. "I don't." He replies plainly. I roll him over and straddle him my hand wrapped round his neck, I bent down and whispered in his ear.