Tender Wings Of Desire Novels & Stories

My cock became instantly erect and I felt an urgent sense of longing coming to life in my loins. Both women’s footsteps were in perfect sync, their hips swaying rhythmically as they approached the bed with evident purpose. They hadn’t touched me yet but I was already feeling the same sensations I would have felt if they did. My cock twitched eagerly, pushing hard against the fabric of my shorts. My hand wandered down to it before I could even process the thought and I stroked myself a few times in an attempt to ease the tension in my body. But the only thing that could calm the waves of desire raging through me was getting touched by the two insanely hot women who stimulated me just from the

he said, his tone dipping into that commanding timbre that always made my knees weaken, “everything about you pleases me. But if you want to serve me in small rituals, then yes. It would please me deeply.” I felt a flutter low in my stomach. “Then I want it.” He leaned back, studying me as though I’d just handed him a secret. “Do you see how powerful it is, voicing what you want?” I exhaled slowly. “It’s terrifying.” “And intoxicating,” he countered. “Desire isn’t a weakness, Cassie. It’s an offering. And when you name it, you give me the honor of answering it.” My throat tightened. “You make it sound like poetry.”

I opened my eyes, stared down at her, at her little hard nipples and her flat, lithe little stomach. I leaned forward and tongued her left breast; she shivered. Her finger moved and squirmed slowly against me; her inexperience was clear. "Like this," I breathed, showing her what I liked - how to slip her fingertip back and forth over me from the little fold of my nub down to the parting of my entrance. I shivered again. "Oh my God," she whispered, and I realised that my wings had joined the party. "Fucking things," I groaned. "Mind of their own."

I pressed. This time she swept her eyes over my entire frame, starting and ending at my eyes. The blood beneath her creamy skin heating and flushing and her eyes hooded with desire. She squimed under me, trying to press her thighs together. The smell of her arousal a drug that had me nearly out of my senses with lust. I stood up on my knees so that she could get a better look, still holding her hand against my abs. She whimpered and wiggled, her arousal floated like insense over me. I loved the darkening of her eyes. Fucking sexy. I lowered myself between her legs and gently rolled my hips against the heated core of her unusually mild tempered body, causing her to cry out and then clamp her

Most importantly, is it normal to desire two men at the same time? Lance pulls away and I groan in protest. " Unfortunately little bird, you weren't honest to me earlier. I need to hear you say it. Beg for it! " Lance's hands grip my waist, lifting me slightly and then letting go. I crash down on his hard erection, feeling the material of his pants rub against my naked pussy. I start rubbing myself against him, desperately wanting the friction. " Please, Lance. I want your mouth on me. Please." I plead, throwing all the pride away. Lance seems pleased because he smirks.

It wouldn't be long before he exploded in Gwen's mouth. Suddenly Gwen pulled off and said, "Destiny, I want to watch you two together. Would you ride him? It turns me on to see him with other women." Destiny didn't hesitate. She wanted to be fucked so badly by this point. She didn't just want, she needed. Gwen grabbed a condom from the nightstand and quickly put it on Tyler. Destiny crawled on top and lowered herself on Tyler's shaft. She didn't go slow. She wanted penetration and she wanted it now and hard. She slammed herself down on top of him before raising herself up to do it again. "Fuck," Tyler exclaimed. "You feel amazing. Fuck me hard Baby." Destiny bounced up and down desperately.

He wished that this joyful chapter could last forever. Meanwhile, Taylor refused to back down, constantly seeking ways to get close to Jimmy. Yet, he remained steadfast, never granting her the opportunity she sought. Mirabel, however, was relentless in her belief that they should rekindle their romance, despite Greg urging her to let it go. Undeterred, she pressed on. Meanwhile, Jimmy and Susan continued to explore the depths of their love, savoring their moments together without interruption.

Instead the fear in her chest tangled with something else entirely — the thrill of finally seeing the full shape of the danger she'd married into, and beneath that, a desire so tangled up with dread she couldn't separate the two anymore. He backed her against the bedroom wall, hands framing her face with a possessiveness that felt different tonight — sharper, more certain, like he needed the physical proof that she was still exactly where he'd left her. "Tell me you're mine," he said against her jaw, voice rough. "Just that. Nothing else." "I'm yours," she breathed, and hated that some part of it — the part that craved the danger radiating off him even now — was entirely true.

Your fingers trace forbidden roads, On my offered body, fragile and strange. Murmurs open like prayers, Trembling intoxication on the edge of the flesh. Shadow embraces shadow in fevered silence, Desire lights up with luminous bursts. In the deep night where our tears merge, Eroticism blooms, wild and soft. --- Chapter 1 — Confessions of a Desire Clémence