The Lust Novels & Stories

I couldn't hear what he was saying, I laid down on my bed, my mind racing with thoughts of him. I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my photos until I found the one I was looking for. It was a picture of him, his face beaming with happiness. I stared at the photo, lost in my own thoughts and feelings. I pressed my hand to my chest, my heart beating wildly beneath my fingertips. I closed my eyes and imagined his hands on me instead of mine. My mind drifted to fantasies of what it would be like if we were together on this bed. I knew it was just a dream, but I couldn't help but indulge in the fantasy.

So even if they repeat it over and over again or if they reach for heaven every day, there is no malice in them because they are legally married. However, as it pressed and deepened, it seemed that the young woman was becoming more and more obsessed and intoxicated with passion. His mind was blank and he didn't care where the young man's hands landed on his body. Adante is the same to him. It seems that he is just taking the pain from the scratches on his body, he can't blame the girl either because he shocked her and didn't even ask for permission. That's why he just gets weak and clings tightly to his arms every time he squirms. Adante also left marks on other parts of his body. There was

Coated in gunpowder and I wanted to combust. He groaned against my mouth, further igniting the beading heat between my legs. Goosebumps pricked against the length of my arms. His stubble scratched at my cheeks. Sharp and prickly, but his plush lips made it worth it. I wanted more. My hand trailed from his collar to the exposed skin of his chest. His pulse hammered in time with mine, shoulders bunched together when he suddenly pulled back. His breath came out in heavy puffs, eyes heavy-lidded with lust.

He was so big and hard. Then he grabbed my wrist and pushed me back. “No!” he said, breathing heavily. “This is sin. We cannot do this. Go back to your room and pray for forgiveness.” His eyes were full of lust and guilt at the same time. He turned away from me. I felt disappointed but not defeated. I left quietly, my body burning with need. That night under my blanket I fucked myself like crazy. Three fingers deep in my pussy, imagining it was him. I came twice but it wasn’t enough.

As Max sat down beside her on the bed, Mira felt her senses come alive, aware of the proximity and the unspoken tension between them. "Was this lust or love she taught?" Mira's mind was a jumble of emotions as she thought about her friends' warnings and her own feelings for the twins. She couldn't deny the strong attraction she felt towards Max, but was it love or lust? She thought back to the way her heart skipped a beat when Max appeared in her window, the way her skin tingled when he smiled at her.

Our tongues touched and embraced each other like they were old friends. His kiss felt familiar, like it wasn’t our first time. He kissed me like he was claiming me. Shit. I wanted it to keep going. And it did. His hands found my neck and pulled me in closer. Heat and wetness pooled between my thighs. Yes, I was horny. Wishing for more. His wandering hand found its way under my crop top, lingering just below my boobs. I wanted it to move higher. I shouldn’t have but I wanted it to.

Many times he fantasised to tease her, love her, want and feel her but it was all a dream till now. Moving down he pecks her cleavage which lets him peek at her melons who were screaming for her. The gloomy moment hovering over the room was changed into mischief and laughs first and now it all turned out to a exotic drive which hangs in the room with needs and wants. It wasn't love making but more like a lustful desire which was leading to this intimate moment. And both were held captivated by this lust which was burning inside them, creeping over their head.

Hе wаѕ mу every wаkіng dеѕіrе, mу fаntаѕу, аnd my body burned only for hіm. He mоvеd аwау, muсh tо mу displeasure. Mу еуеѕ аnxіоuѕlу scanned hіѕ fасе fоr ѕоmе іndісаtіоn to whу. He wаѕ brеаthіng hеаvу, struggling tо pull аіr bасk іntо his bоdу. Hіѕ рuріlѕ wеrе dіlаtеd, and hіѕ еуеѕ burned darker. I ѕаw the unmіѕtаkаblе look of luѕt еvіdеnt whеn his еуеѕ locked wіth mіnе.

I gasped at the sudden move but it soon turned into a moan as he pushed his tongue against me again. Wrapping my hands in his hair, I pushed him closer, grinding against him for more. His own lust bulged against his pants and I just wanted to taste him. Jerking up his head, I stared into his eyes, smirk dividing my face. Lust clawed at the edges of his vision, fangs already out to play. Shoving myself from the table, I pushed him flat to the floor. His pants barely gave any resistance when I tugged on them. The black fabric ripped open, showing just how lustful he had been the last few days. My eyes bulged in response and Julian answered with his own smirk.

If she could just break through that last barrier to being whole… “A good man would teach you ‘sexy’.” Summer’s mouth twisted into a naughty grin as her eyes flashed fun. “Now, turn the radio on. ‘Speaking of Sex & Lust’ is about to start.” Rowena groaned. She had a love-hate relationship with ‘Dr. Lovejoy’ and his… radio show. There was something about that man’s voice that made her insides tingle and turn to goo. Listening to him talk about relationships and sex for hours every night drove her insane. Of course, Rowena supposed it was self-torture, considering she’d given up all hope of ever having sex again.