Thirsty Novels & Stories

Radhika Throughout my body, I am numb, my throat has been dried up, and my stomach is growling for food. The tears rolling down my eyes reached the floor beneath me. I wept them, sensing the tips of my fingers had grown insensible too. I had nothing on me other than the deadly marks of cuts, belts hit, and torn clothes were barely covering me. I was crying so badly that my breath stopped for a few moments, and all I wished for was for death to consume me.

At least she wasn't the only one burning in jealousy and hatred. Her smirk widened even further and she crossed her arms and legs, looking at the man like a clown about to perform. "Yei Yi..." Tang Fang trembled from overwhelming rage, his teeth chattering as he hissed in warning. Yei Yi sensed the threat and dissatisfiedly uncrossed her arms and picked up a cup. Filling it to the brim, she raised it to her lips and took a sip.

"Theia, that is enough." I moan gripping his neck with my palms sucking in more of his sweet rich blood my cheeks bulging to my large thirsty swallows. I feel so horny and my cunt is extremely moist leaking out my creamy fluid that erotically spirals down my inner thighs. I unknowingly begin to grind my soggy pussy on his knee small vehement whimpers leaving my lips. "Theia." He beckons me shifting me back with his palms, my teeth extract from his neck setting him free but I wish to drink more for I am still thirsty.

I felt in the mood for singing so I began singing a childhood lullaby that would always rock at the back of my head. 'MARY HAD A GUN GUN GUN GUN GUN GUN GUN GUN GUN. A SEXY AK 47. AND EVERYWHERE THAT MARY WENT MARY WENT MARY WENT THE GUN WAS SURE TO GO. IT WILL MAKE EVERYONE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE. IT WAS A GUN OF MURDER' I went straight for the freezer for the ice cream but couldn't find so I yelled 'WHERE IS THE FUCKING ICE CREAM?'

" I'm thirsty for sex." " Right." (continue)

Kya ho agar jo aakhiri baar nazrana na mile? Kya ho agar aansu rone ka moka hi na mile? Kya ho agar aakhiri baar tujhe chu na saku? Kya ho agar na chahte huye bhi chali jayu? Kya ho agar umid na bache? Kya ho agar dino ki kasme waade na rhe? Kya ho agar aakhiri baar aakhe band krne se phele tujhe meri dhundhlati nazare dekh hi na sake?

It was the reason why when Epic asked me if she could spend the night at her friend's house, I could not argue. It was midnight and I was in my bed. I couldn't sleep because of that weird feeling and was pretty much just tossing around. All of a sudden, my breath became heavier as if someone had put a heavy rock on my chest. It felt like my heart was about to burst. I was overwhelmed with a strange hunger. My throat seemed to shrink in itself and a burning sensation started to bloom at the walls of my throat. It felt more like thirst than hunger. A forbidden thirst. I didn't realize when I went into the kitchen to calm the hunger or better should I say to quench my thirst. I almost ate every

A rim of cool metal presses against my lips. Liquid sloshes at the barrier of cracked skin, cooling, life giving. Water. The moment I taste it I realize how thirsty I am. My throat aches with dryness. I drink greedily, gulp after gulp, until the cup is empty. I'm panting when I'm done, my throat burns. “Easy there. That’s it,” the voice murmurs, “slow breaths.” I inhale, shaky. My vision blurs, then begins to sharpen.

I'm all over her spell. You want to stand up and walk away to relieve the pain, but your knees are too weak and unable to stand. You want to drink water because you feel very thirsty, but your throat is still dry unable to quench your damn thirst. You also want to cry, but your tears are falling backward and only your heart catches everything bottling up.