Thirsty Novels & Stories

"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?'

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.

Tiana listened to Magixx's "Motivate Yourself" as she got dressed, having just finished her morning prayer and sought God's guidance for the day. Adorned in a black trouser and a white top, she sang along, donning gold accessories and a spritz of perfume. "Gats to hustle for myself 'cause I want to be a queen. So, I motivate myself o, I motivate myself o 'cause nobody..." She continued singing, injecting positivity into her morning routine.

He just kept signing whatever he was signing. I barely cared. All I could care about was my throat. My throat was so dry. I couldn't swallow, and my tongue felt too big for my mouth. I'd never been this thirsty in my life. The hunger was bad, but the thirst was madness. It hollowed out my thoughts and filled them with images of water. Then Lucien reached to his right and picked up a glass of water. The condensation beaded on the crystal as he set it down on the table between us.

Bella tried to include me in the fun they were all having. Scarlett took a glance at me before saying, “I think he is scared of a little cold water." She gave a short laugh before lifting her feet to try out the hot water. No one had gone. I moved next to her, seeing that the hot water side looked more slippery, so she wouldn’t have to fall. “Mrs. Thatcher, be careful,” I said to her. Scarlett stared at me for a while and went on to do it with ease. “It is actually so hot; I can bathe in this,” Scarlett joked as she stepped out of the water.

Giselle gripped the cold bathroom sink tightly, making her knuckles go white. She splashes some water on her face and shivers when she feels the morning breeze blowing in from her opened bathroom window. The tiled floor felt like pins under her feet; she does not understand why the temperature dropped extremely low this morning and worse, she felt dizzy from racking her brain all night. She could feel a migraine coming her way. Despite wanting to get a day off, there was no reason for her to miss school especially when she had such an important test today.

"Greedy. Little. Girl." My nipples pebbled even more as a wash of pleasure licked at my clit. "Give me what I want." "Greedy," he repeated with a punishing thrust. I whimpered, my body strung tight. "I'll keep fucking you. Bring you right to the edge only to rip it away from you," Thane claimed with slow, lazy thrusts. Not nearly enough to break me apart. And he knew that.

The second his footsteps faded, Davies whispered against my ear, voice rough with lust: “Good Sophyyyyy, now we’re just getting popped up.”