روايات وقصص ضمن The Book Of Longings: A Novel

Just me, naked, sheets damp beneath me, thighs sticky, pussy still tender and swollen, a faint ache in my ass, the unmistakable feeling of being thoroughly, deeply used. I sat up slowly. Looked around. The book was gone from my desk. No trace of him. I touched between my legs — fingers came away slick with what was definitely not just my own wetness. Thick. Warm. Still leaking slowly out of me. I stared at my fingers. Then at the empty room. He was gone. No goodbye. No promise to return. Just… gone. A hollow ache settled in my chest, deeper than the physical soreness between my legs.

I was shaking, tears of overwhelming need pricking my eyes, my body nothing but a live wire of denied pleasure and aching submission. “I haven’t had a real cock in over a year,” I sobbed, spreading my legs even wider for him like an offering. “My pussy’s so empty it hurts. I’ve been touching myself thinking about thick, hard dick stretching me open, but it’s never enough. Please, Axel… I need you to fuck me. I need your big cock ruining my tight little hole. I’ll do anything – just please stop edging me and give it to me. I’m your cock-hungry slut. I’ll worship it, I’ll choke on it, I’ll let you and Zara use me however you want… just please let me feel you inside me.” Zara moaned approvingly

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The night before we leave, the night before January the sixth, I learn two things: there are two kinds of hunger, and one can keep you up all night, staring at the ceiling and missing a place and people you are yet to leave. It is two O'Clock in the morning and disconcertingly quiet when I decide that I can't endure the trashing and turning. I take a book from the shelf that will no longer be mine by evening, purple hibiscus, with the cracks on its cover and Adichie's delighted face above its blurb, and I go to the sitting room that will not be ours by evening.

Being the other woman felt like whoring even though I wasn't sleeping with him; it felt wrong. We finished breakfast, and James and I went upstairs to get ready. The moment we stepped into the bedroom. He pulled me into his arms and embraced me. Hugging me tightly, he crashed his lips against mine and began to kiss me desperately. My body was betraying me, and I did not know what to do. He travelled to my neck and grazed his teeth against where a mark should be. Sucking the skin, I moaned and felt wetness pool between my legs. My body wanted him. My wolf craved him. I pressed my thigh together to control myself while I moaned. This was unfair. He was skilful, and I was untouched; how the fuc

A man that would make his insides heat up and make love to him passionately. Jun bit his lip as he thought of all this. He sighed because he might never find that perfect man. Sighing, he began to read the erotic novel. ~ Jun remained in the library for more than an hour, still reading that particular novel that had the longest and most sensual chapters.

“After all, the first thing she handed me was a forbidden book about genies. I was nine years old. I learn how to hide from them all. You’re wrong about one thing. I’m not a phony. I am intelligent because I forced myself to be. My kind has no place in this world and I taught myself everything. I excelled at everything because I had to survive, to become strong. I always considered this place home till I left. And that’s when I realized. Mistfall Wilderness Camp will never accept me as who I am. But there are others who will, who have. And they are the people who now have my loyalty!” I stare at her, “What about Jesse?” Rachel raises a brow, “Jesse will realize one day that his place is alwa

"Longing." *

It was a dream about a set of people in a different world with different sets of rules. In Goodness’ dream, he claimed that he saw some people moving excitedly in an unfamiliar library at the centre of a small town. They were books with different covers: black, brown, yellow, pink and even blonde covers. The men and women all had long beards that extended to their jaw. The place was so weird with all sorts of weird customs and traditions and weird fruit bearing trees. The scent in the air was unpleasant like charred old newspapers. The sky was a worrisome grey, such as he had never seen before in his life. Some of the men carried historical books, screaming delightfully with open hearts as t