Novel & Cerita Unfulfilled Desires

WU We, as humans are driven by a lot of things, the urge to work, to want. The desire, the passion for certain things and the zeal to get them. We are built to always want more, the insatiable desires of man. But these things, these intentions, feelings and passion for more comes from the brain. But what if the ability to satisfy those desires was whisked from the works of your entire body and you're left there, desperate -desperate to fill that void.

That I'd never asked myself what I wanted beyond that. "I don't know. I thought I wanted rest. Wanted peace. Wanted to just exist with Kade. And I do want that. But—" "But it's not enough?" "I don't know. Is it wrong to want more? Shouldn't we be satisfied?" "Why? Who says you have to be satisfied? Maybe infinity is just the beginning. Maybe there's more to build. More to create." "More to what?" Kade asked. "We've built networks across infinite realities. We've made love inevitable. What's left?"

(Her POV; His POV threaded through the final movement) Desire doesn’t arrive fully formed. It tests the ground first. After the fracture, after the quiet, it comes in fragments—sensations more than sentences. A pull toward light in the afternoon. An impatience with conversations that orbit usefulness. A sudden irritation when I hear myself explaining choices that don’t need explaining. These are not cravings. They’re refusals. Refusals to keep translating myself into palatable reasons.

It wasn't supposed to be like this – I was supposed to be enjoying myself, indulging in the hedonistic pleasures of the night. But instead, I found myself grappling with a frustrating and inexplicable absence of desire, leaving me feeling unsettled and out of sorts in the midst of the pulsating chaos around me.

Without guilt. Just desire. Naked. Raw. And inevitable.

It was actually a unicorn with a rainbow ribbon draped around him and a message written on it, 'I am a winner'. Indeed he was a winner. Noah was a winner. And everyone out there who stood their fears and faced them courageously, and came out strong in front of the world are all winners. We must unleash our desires with passion. We don't have to change ourselves for anyone.We are who we are born. We are who we want to be. We are the writers of our own destinies.And we shall write it without giving up. THE END.

John had fantasized about tonight countless items—cooking together, dining together, and washing the dishes together, just like ordinary couples did. It was a simple daily routine, but he had yearned for it for years. It was merely human nature to be greedy, and while one could have been more restrained because they never had a taste, John missed Tina soon after he left because of that moment of intimacy. He was almost thirty but felt like an impulsive brat just then. He tried to stop himself too, but his hands moved faster than he could think, making a U-turn at the green light.

All of it. The exhaustion. The disappointment. The sick twist of disbelief that curled low and sharp inside me. This wasn’t the wedding I’d dreamed about. The one I’d pictured since I was five had turned cold and wrong and nothing like love. I was supposed to feel joy. Or hope. Or something. But all I felt was a dull ache where those things were supposed to live. And I couldn’t even figure out how I’d gotten here. This was real now. There was no undoing it.

Well yeah… “Will it be so bad?” “Oh my god…” “You will have everything your heart desires…” “I am good thank you… Do not need to sleep with you and your brother to have what I want. I have everything I could ever want… You haven’t even thought it through Tristan. I am not an object… I don’t want to be owned… I don’t want to be brought… I have enough to make me happy.” And that there was the issue. He could not buy her…

All he cared about was the pleasure and the moans dragged out of his mouth due to his action below the waist. He had no choice. He needed to go on. He needed to cum as soon as possible. But that seemed like a faraway dream. He felt the urge to fuck anything that had a hole now. His hand was barely sufficing, its pace faltering at the moment, his dick demanding something better. But what he needed was at a premium. Surely, no matter what, he would never think of using Wilhelmina to replace his wife. He quickly dismissed such a horrible thought.