Thirsty Novels & Stories

[ AYSEL ] All night long, I feel like I’m losing my mind. Fever burns through my body. I’m unbearably thirsty, as if I could drink an entire river and still beg for more. Heat crawls under my skin, licking every inch of me from the inside out. And between my legs, I’m soaked. Wetter than I’ve ever been. My clit is swollen, throbbing, and aching. Slick slides down my thighs in a steady flow.

Even under pressure. She didn’t need to ask who it was. Her fingers hovered over the screen, then typed. Pressure reveals character. The reply came quickly. Exactly. She stared at the word, pulse steady, mind sharp. If Serena wanted visibility, Clara would give her something else. Clarity. Across the city, Adrian stood at his window, phone in hand, the city lights blurring as he stared through them. He knew what Serena was capable of. He knew what silence had cost him already.

I stumbled against the wooden shelf, gripping it for support as my vision became nothing more than a blurry sight, and the dryness in my throat started to itch badly, and the deep hunger in my belly burned furiously. It was almost maddening. I didn’t know when I rushed down the water in the jug Kali left for me, hoping to quench the sickening thirst growing inside of me. But I couldn’t quench it. It only grew worse. Irritatingly worse, grating on me, driving me insane along with everything I was feeling.

I lifted my hands up and let out a deep moan of amusement as the nerves in my body tingled to the sensation that came with his tongue fiddling. I didn't care that I was loud although I did hope the door was sound proof enough. Greg continued to torture me with his gentle sucking. I moaned with every one he took. My clitoris was vibrating, craving his touch so bad. I knew I was soaked even without getting there. Greg pulled away and kissed me hard again before pulling his pants and causing them to fall to his ankles. Greg's hardened cock tickled between my thighs and I moaned. I was going crazy, I used my free hand to tamper with my nipples, rub my clitoris, anything that I could. I was real

"Yeah, it's nice." "Trisha got into the publishing company," Storm bragged and Trisha blushed. "Really where?" I faked my happiness. And please don't be where I think it is... "Manhattan Publishing Company. I got the interview yesterday, and they immediately liked me." Trisha smiled widely as Storm stared at her adoringly. I sighed irritatedly under my breath. "That's great! I'm happy for you." I forced a smile, and I noticed Storm looking at me warily. “So, what can I get you guys?"

R18 content ahead! TW: Sexual assault// Abuse // Violence “F*ck f*ck f*ck!” “How can I not see that this bastard is stalking Leila?!” “What else did he do with her…?” It’s already midnight, a perfect way to discreetly confirm his suspicions.

As the night enveloped the room in its inky darkness, I lay on my bed, groaning in discomfort. My throat felt as dry as a desert, and the thirst was overwhelming. Every passing second felt like an eternity, and I tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position. It seemed as though I hadn't had a single drop of water in ages, and the parched feeling in my throat was unrelenting. My mind was fixated on finding some relief, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to find any peace until my thirst was quenched.

He ate quietly, licking his lips, opening his mouth and closing it, chewing and biting, boring his eyes into her as if it was her turn to get eaten next. She felt the arm of his dirty intentions tickling her, teasing in all the unspeakable places. The more she allowed herself to keep his gaze the more she felt weak in her knees. But the frightening dread took over when she watched him gulp, as he let his thumb inside his mouth, slowly sucking it to clean the spices off his finger, leaving a layer of his saliva to glisten behind.

~ ~ ASTRID ~ ~ Darkness. Then a dull ache , throbbing. My chest felt hollowed out, a raw, gaping wound. My throat was on fire. I tried to swallow, but it felt like sandpaper scraping against bone. It wasn't just dry; it was a deep, burning thirst that clawed at my insides, a hunger unlike anything I’d ever known. Every cell in my body screamed for moisture, for relief. A faint light pierced the black behind my eyelids. I forced them open.

These hunters will turn the world upside down if only to find her and get the coveted prize. "Yaya, I'm going to the gym. Don't cook dinner for me. I'm just going to grab something to eat at the nearby resto when I conclude my workout." “Sure Ma’am. I understand.” Stressed from a long day's work, she chose to unwind and let go of some steam. This is her habitual way of getting rid of the toxins in her body. In her reckoning, the sweat that flows out of her pores drives away the microorganisms that have clung to her. Aside from her exercise routine in the gym, she believes that tonight is special. It is forecast that a full moon will be rising from the East. It is time to go hunting and quenc