Thirsty Novels & Stories

But I guess I should be grateful, it could have turned for the worst if I was under Daniel's captivity. I felt an unswallowable lump in my throat and had this sour taste in my mouth almost like I was going to throw up or something. I went downstairs to drink some water. After gulping down the first glass, I could still feel the lump and when I was halfway with filling the glass with some more water, I could feel the contents of my stomach travelling up my throat. I quickly gulped down the water, swallowing back whatever that worked its way up my throat. “Thirsty, aren't we?”, Troy asked behind me as he placed an empty mug in the sink

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

Méah did not notice that she has gone too far while following the two but she was not able to caught up with them. Exhausted and sweating all over, she could feel the thirst waking up especially in her throat; it was slowly getting dry from there as well as the entirety of her mouth. She feel like drinking a whole tub of water at this moment from the combined heat and thirst.

Not just to avoid death, but for something far more urgent. With everything that had happened, I'd momentarily forgotten about the clock ticking down inside me. But I was brutally reminded when that unnatural thirst returned with a vengeance. Perhaps I was being punished for my brief reprieve. Perhaps the hunger triggered it, or the pain awakened something dark inside me. Whatever the cause, the thirst was worse than ever; a depraved craving for something I knew would destroy me. My throat felt like a desert. The urge to sink my teeth into my own wrist, to taste the copper warmth, nearly overwhelmed me more times than I could count. Only the chains kept me from making that irreversible mista

He twisted around to pour himself another glass of water, before he faced her again. He was feeling rather parched and it seemed that the thirst just was not the kind that could be satisfied by water. He looked at her with predatory eyes. He was afraid that he was not going to hold himself accountable for anything that he was going to do to her. ***

Moriah swallowed so she could moisten her parched throat, she felt as if her throat was dry as a bone. Moriah stood up from the couch and walked towards the door. "Where are you going?" He asked when she held the door handle. She turned to look at him and said stammering. "I - I'm thirsty." She looked away as she felt hot and her face was red as a tomato. She couldn't stand being alone with him. Ethan pressed the intercom, "Bring water up here." Moriah heard a female voice say, "Yes, sir."

The bitter taste of the liquid drink strips in my throat and I just suddenly wanted to just have a glass of water but I think there isn’t any in this place. Well then, let’s get wasted. :)

I just can't take more pain, I just don't want to hurt anymore. ************************************** I come alive with cold sweat, chilly air electrifying on my clammy skin. Air conditioning? Am I inside? Kellan. Where is Kellan? I'm disoriented, and weak. I fight to focus my vision, and the roughness of a warm sandpaper tongue laps at my foot. Creature? It tickles, but then, then it hits nerves and I choke out a dry groan.

He shushes me as he kisses my lips, soothing the whimpers as he slowly fingers me. "'m so needy... please... it feels hot..." My eyes squinted as I begged for him, making me feel drunk and intoxicated as I garbled on my words from the strong progressive effect of the pills. "You need me so badly? Just how greedy are you, baby? Can't get enough from five men? Now you're rubbing yourself up to me?" Zacharias clicks his tongue, resisting the urge to admit how much he enjoys seeing me all cling and rub to him, the way my hips buck forward to his fingers, the way my hips move in a circular motion to feel him more, it's all so alluring and enticing.

I whimper, sounding so faint. The desire is devouring me. I can't even maintain a steady breathing, and my nipples are almost tearing my bra with their hardness. My pant is all soaking wet, and my thighs are tightly clenched together to soothe the savage throbs of my pot of honey. I'm suffocating in lust and I can't suppress this craving anymore. They need to be tended to. This thirst that's cracking my throat needs to be assuaged. "Well? Stop ogling me and just... Please?" I murmur.