Stories Of Lust Mga Nobela at Kwento

Everyone present focused their gaze on the women, their eyes sparking with lust, surely, it would be nice to have a taste of the wealthy Cara, she was rendered useless, but they could explore her body, and that has only brought their hormones high. "Let me have her." A deep crispy voice sounded from the other angle of the room, the slightly old man picked up the glass, and stared at the figure scrawling on the floor, his eyes sparking with lust. "I want her!" Another voice boomed out. Lucas just stared, his hands on his hip, before he snickered, at the men, lust could really tend to render one useless, but was there a difference between lust and love? You crave for someone, and yet you want

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

Her legs trembled in her heels. Jax kissed her hard, claiming her mouth, tongue fucking her the same way his fingers were. He tasted like whiskey and pure lust. His free hand squeezed her breast through the dress, pinching her nipple until she whimpered into his mouth. “So fucking tight,” he muttered against her lips. “Imagine how good you’ll feel wrapped around my cock.” He added a third finger, stretching her wider. The burn felt so good. Lila rocked her hips, riding his hand shamelessly. Her juices coated his fingers and ran down her inner thighs. The risk of someone walking by made everything hotter.

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.

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.

But the memory of her thighs trembling around me, the memory of her pussy walls clenching around my fingers… it was very fresh in my mind, so NO! I couldn’t be calm. Hearing her confess to Mila about how she had always wanted me and how she had deliberately planned our escapades, it triggered my own buried lust, I have never been more turned on in my life. I squeezed my eyes shut. I know I shouldn’t have touched her– shouldn’t have given in. I shouldn’t have let my anger turn into lust. I shouldn’t have… “Dian!” Her voice. Sharp and desperate. Then footsteps followed, it sounded fast and determined.

He was the playboy who slept with three girls with no relationships with either of them. He was very handsome. And he somehow made me very uncomfortable. Although I never got the bad vibes from him. I was not the talking type of girl, So he made me super nervous especially with his friends, and some people looking at us. "Uh- I have to go" I soft and sternly said as he frowned. I saw it from my peripheral view as I looked at the end of the hallway. "Were you hurt? What's that?" He asked his hand reaching for the book which I pressed against my bust and my body almost jumped as he harshly pulled it back. I felt exposed. And embarrassed. I could feel my clumsy hands shake as he stared at my ch

His face holds a mixture of lust and something else. “Last night, I was gentle with you because it was your first time. I was not satisfied. I was gentle with you but I will not be now. So, get ready for the sex which will satisfy me”. The king says and kisses me on the breast. His words terrified me to the core. He increases the speed of his finger and bites my breast. The pleasure overcame all the feelings and soon I came all over his finger. I was still shaking from my orgasm when he inserted himself inside me, making me scream in pleasure. …………….

ANASTASIA’S POV My back hit the sheets hard, the air catching in my throat as Isaac spread my legs wide, one of my legs hooked over his shoulder. His face hovered above mine with his breath ragged and eyes wild with hunger. “So gorgeous, sweetheart. That sweet pussy…” His cock slid against my clit, slow at first, then harder, tapping it like he owned me. “You like it?” His voice was gravelly and sharp with lust. “You like being fucked like a slut, huh?”

Mr Smith was never one to speak straightforwardly. "There was something you said in my office that time and I saw that fire in you. That drive in you. But now I see the fire quenching slowly. The lady I saw at first knew what she wanted and her passion was over the hills." When Mr Lucky had asked him why he chose Victoria, he didn't have a proper answer for it but now he does. She loved computers just like she did. She loved creating and was very passionate about what she loves. She knew what she wanted and worked for it, a similar attribute as his.