Triggering Idle Desires Novels & Stories

Soon he was fucking my cunt with the same pace as my ass. He reached for the small, purple remote of the vibrators clamping down on my nipples and increased the setting. I gasped immediately, my body squirming as the vibrations intensified and drove me close to insanity. "Please... fuck please!" "What are you asking for, slut?" I knew better than to tell him I wanted to cum. This was a game, and his pleasure was the only way to get the prize. "Please fuck me harder! I love the feeling of your massive cock, sliding in and out of me!"

My mind was preoccupied with the thoughts of my baby girl. I got to my room and had a proper shower, the water ran all over me washing the sin of the morning, my glorious sin, something I’ll do all over again and again more than a thousand times without a shred of apology. The thoughts of her flooded my mind and I felt the need to touch her. My hands touched my waistline moving up to my boobs slowly while I thought of her, I remember the way I folded her boobs and how it felt small and soft in my hands, I squeezed mine gently, my hands moved down to my thighs slowly rubbing it just like I did her, I imagined she was there with me, her body pressed on mine in the steam then my hand reached fo

Aurelia Men often assume that desire ignites within the body. They couldn’t be more mistaken. Desire sparks to life the instant someone realizes they are being evaluated—and that there’s no escape from the scrutiny. That’s the moment he comprehends that this meeting is deliberate, not merely incidental.

I knew this was wrong, I should push these feelings away, but they clung to me fiercely. I heard my sister's moan from the other end of the hall. The ache between my legs deepened. Without thinking, I tugged my top up, I let my fingers graze over my sensitive skin, the hardened peaks a vivid reminder of my new desires. My pussy was already slick with desire and I quickly discarded my panties, exposing my throbbing cunt. I ran a finger up my slit, letting out a loud sigh as my fingers traced my clit. My eyes shut tightly and my head fell back as I imagined it was Liam's tongue on me, his fingers inside me, his cock filling me completely. My sister's moans were not even helping, it intensified

I felt like a completely different person, one consumed by intense desires I couldn't control. My skin felt scorching hot, as if my body temperature had skyrocketed in an instant. My heart was pounding in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears like a ticking time bomb. I could almost feel my pussy was going to blow if I didn't get what I wanted. The desperation was suffocating, making it hard to breathe. I felt like I was drowning in my own desires, unable to escape the overwhelming urge that had taken hold of me. My thoughts were a jumbled mess, but one thing was clear, I needed this, whatever it was, more than anything else in the world.

“I want to hear you say it, Lila. I want you to admit it.” “Please,” she gasped, her voice broken and raw. “I need it. I need your cock. Own me with it. Please, Midnight.” He smiled. It wasn't a kind smile; it was slow, predatory, and full of the knowledge that he had won. He leaned his weight into her, pushing just the head of his cock inside. The stretch was incredible. Lila’s internal walls fluttered greedily around him, trying to pull more of him in, desperate for the fullness she knew was waiting.

Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that Travis and Jenna promised. The night was young, and she knew that the pleasures that lay ahead would be beyond anything she could have imagined. As Travis's lips met hers once more, Sadile felt herself being drawn into a world of sensation, a world where pleasure reigned supreme, and she was the willing participant, the eager student, ready to learn, ready to explore, ready to surrender to the erotic dance that was about to unfold. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the walls, as the three of them moved in a rhythm as old as time, a rhythm that spo

It was a sight that could drive any man to madness, and I was no exception. My mind was still foggy with sleep, but the sight of Evelyn in her lingerie had a way of clearing away the remnants of slumber. Desire stirred within me, igniting a fire that burned with an intensity I couldn't ignore. The lingering frustrations and uncertainties that had plagued me were momentarily forgotten, replaced by an overwhelming urge to revel in the pleasures that awaited us.

If she didn’t specifically tell us what she wanted tonight, I’d lose control about now. But her wants are our calling. They are musts. The goddess gets what the goddess wants. And she wants to feel us all at the same time. “If I wasn’t obsessed with granting your wishes, you’d be on your back right now, getting it filthy. Is that how you imagined us all those years while you fingered yourself in the dark? In the glow of your phone?” I grind upward with my hips and she trembles and gasps. “Poor girl needed the real thing. You’re getting it now, aren’t you?”

but my very spirit endlessly perverted by speculation concerning whatever delirious dance this upstart pretender and I are enacting upon the stage? I'm panting like a winded cur by the climax of this maddening self-interrogation. Every pulse pounding with the seething refusal to let this ridiculously inflated farce go any further. To allow my transcendent destiny among legends to remain forever toxified by a poisonous infatuation for my sworn enemy.