Triggering Idle Desires Novels & Stories

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.

Her body was a wire stretched too tight, vibrating with a need that felt like it was going to tear her apart. “Please what?” he asked. He sounded entirely too calm, his voice steady while she was falling to pieces. “Make me come. Please, Midnight. I can’t… please.” He didn't answer with words. Instead, he added a third finger, stretching her beautifully, filling her so completely that she felt like she might split. “Come on my hand,” he said, his voice low and commanding, right against her ear. “Come for me like the desperate little slut you are.”

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.

I just hope that it is nothing too serious. “I know how much you resisted last time but please reconsider my offer. I would like you to come and live in my pack, but this time the offer is only temporary as there is a reason for this request.” He starts. “What is the reason?” I ask. “There is someone poking around you, they are ruthless and use others to get what they want. And right now what they want is you, or rather what you have.” “I see, so how would moving to your pack help me?” I ask.

The intense desire between us was undeniable, a force that seemed to draw us closer. At that moment, the air around us crackled with anticipation and longing, our gazes locked in a silent exchange of longing and understanding. The room seemed to shrink, leaving only the two of us in our bubble of desire and unspoken passion. With each deliberate touch and movement, I could feel the connection between us deepening, the unspoken desires and fantasies intertwining like threads of silk. And as I indulged in this forbidden dance of seduction, I knew deep down that there was no turning back.