Unfulfilled Desires Novels & Stories

I lay there in the dark, ass stinging, pussy dripping, nipples hard, and my body burning with desire. I wanted him so badly. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep.

’ speech. “Listen. Thanks for the Pysch 101 self-esteem pep talk, but right now? Where I need to be is in bed, so if you could hurry up and tell me where you want to go, I can make that happen.” “It must be frustrating. Not being able to go where you most need to be. Frustrating. Maddening, even.” “You know what’s maddening? A fare who won’t tell me where he wants to go.” “So sad, a life of unfulfilled dreams. A life left alongside the road like a discarded candy wrapper or a blown tire.”

" Feeling we have 'Run out of gas' emotionally. Take a breath and say... -- "Because my desire to survive was dead." What would I do to survive? And I didn't kill the thought, it would be proved one day or another. Now it's just a turn to look for him. How long will you run away from me? He has to be caught. To fill our #Unfulfilled_Love."

All I desire is a life lived with you. ~ A. Gupta . VIOLET NO one told me that an unfulfilled desire can make you go crazy. Why am I saying that? Because I think I was turning into one. The smallest of things were making me angry and the barest of touches from him were making me mad with the way I hungered for him. All I wanted was to grab a fistful of his dark hair and lose myself in those sherry eyes and have all those fantasies that were keeping me awake at night come true. To finally have what I couldn’t for the last two years and for the days that I spent in my captivity.

Connected. Surrendered to desire. ******************************************

I give him what he desires and he gives me what I desire but He can't fulfill my desires; he can't give me Love. Love is something which will never be present between us. Our contract states so; Everything is based upon physical satisfaction and I have to accept it that I agree to be touched by him. Utterly broken and left with nothingness, loathing myself for my own selfishness... I went to those gates of hell that are going to take my life out of me mercilessly. Without any compassion, hatred and desire will be released as I have to bear that fierce force all alone with no one to save me.

Their journey is one of exploration, where the whispers of temptation lead them into uncharted territories of the psyche and the heart. In this delicate dance between yearning and restraint, Claire must navigate the fine line between professional duty and personal desire, all while uncovering the mysteries that bind them together. As the story unfolds, the whispers grow louder, tempting them to surrender to their deepest urges, ultimately forcing Claire to confront the truth of her own unfulfilled life.

He clenched his fist when he paused. Was he praising me or... He looked really pissed about himself. I did not know what led him to be so pessimistic about himself. Maybe, some of the fog reached his brain and messed with his wires up there. Yeah, this must have been the case. I just smiled at his words. "We all have our own struggles. We all have something we desire. Some want a good and easy life, some want all the pleasure, while some want to prove their worth. What I deem important is - we have life, we have family and friends, and we always influence them in some way. Regardless of whether you know it."

That was how I escaped. Sadly, my body had been neglected too long. The child was already gone. I lay on IV drips for nearly twenty days before strength finally returned to me. Still, my hand often strayed unconsciously to my stomach, haunted by what should have been. There should have been a child there. Every time, grief and hatred boiled beneath my calm surface, clawing at me. Why? Why was the child I had waited so many years for so easily destroyed, while the one they schemed for thrived?

“I’ve been there.” “You...lost your mom..too?” “More or less. She abandoned me a long time ago.” “Why?” “For her own ambitions. She wanted more from me. Wanted me to become something I’m not. Manipulated me into doing things I didn’t want to do.” “She failed to see through my potential. She failed to see I was much more than what she was making me into. When I finally stood up to her, she...” “She abandoned me. Left me alone. Sold me, never looked back. I was alone for a long..long time. I was only a kid. Didn’t know how to survive out in the wild.”