Wanting Novels & Stories

No one lingered close enough to overhear, but enough eyes passed to remind them where they were. “This isn’t what I wanted,” he said quietly. She studied him for a moment—really studied him. The strain he tried to hide. The restraint pulling his shoulders tight. The man who was used to shaping outcomes now standing in the middle of one he couldn’t command. “I know,” she said. “And you’re still doing it.” “Yes.” “Why?” he asked again. Not demanding this time. Almost asking. “Because wanting something doesn’t make it sustainable,” she replied. “And I don’t exist to absorb the consequences of other people’s unresolved histories.”

“Want to go home every night with cum leaking out of every hole?” "Yes – yes to all of it – I want – ” “You want what?”

I replied, “I w-want your cock in me. No, I need it in me, please.” At that point, I was aware I sounded like a sex crazed maniac, however, I could care less. The thought of Benjamin's cock stretching me then pumping me full of his cum had bypassed any territory of shame inside of me. All I wanted was for him to spread my legs open and dick me down beyond my wildest oblivion. I needed him to fuck me six ways into Saturday. Caressing my slick pussy, Benjamin uttered, “You are so wet, baby girl. You really are eager for my cock, aren't you?”

she said kissing me, I didn't respond to her kiss. “Didn't you miss me Silas?” She asked noticing that I didn't react to her kisses. “Do you like living in deceit?” I asked “Why are you here anyway?” “I just got back from Paris, I came here directly because I missed you.” “That isn't true Athena, you and I know you only want money,” I stated coldly. “I don't want just money, I want you too” She wants me because of my good looks, good sex and money, it doesn't need to be sugarcoated, I have known Athena for a very long time.

“What are you doing here?” “Father want to see you”.

Sealing my eternal promise that they'll feel my hell fire and wrath for every drop of blood he bled, for every wince of pain, for every groan and every uneven breath he took painfully, They'll feel a thousand more. I'll make them wish they were dead. That's a promise.

Possessive need roared through me when she knotted her muscles repeatedly under me as a sign that showed she wanted more. I had the fierce urge to go down on her. I wanted that familiar sweet taste of her on my lips. I wanted to lick and suck and love and eat at her until she was screaming my name and writhing massively. But I resisted the urge because I knew that she was not up to then. With the way she was, and the doctor’s warning to take things easy, I filed the thought away for another time. With an impatient hand, I removed her panties and positioned myself. With a stroke, I buried myself deep inside her to the hilt. She gasped softly, opening her eyes to stare at me.

but I really want him, so badly , desperately. it's like a feeling of wanting him but not in a sexual way, but in a internal way. I just want to touch his skin to appreciate how smooth it feels. hug him and live in his warmth of body. smell his scent and ruffle his soft hairs. look into his eyes while hearing his deep voice and sock in his presence like it's physically impossible to have someone like him.

I caught him before he could make any such move. “Something is missing,” I mumbled under my breath, my eyes were trailing up and down to find the missing thing. A sinister smile appeared on my lips when I found it and the pure terror came across his sweaty, bloody, all messed up face as he realized my intentions. “Slit a cut over his abdomen, I want his entrails to slowly come out so I could draw them,”

"What kind of questions?" "The kind that start with whether you have actually decided what you want." His jaw was tight. "Because you cannot have two men. That is not something I will accept. And I need to know right now, not tomorrow, not after you have thought about it…whether you are in this or whether you are keeping a door open that I was under the impression had been closed." I stared at him. He stared back. "Pick one," he said. "Him or me. But I need you to pick."