Wanting Novels & Stories

"Whether it was want or reflex?" She was quiet for a moment. "Not clearly. Not at first." She looked at her mug. "I think the wanting and the reflex can live very close together. Sometimes they're using each other. The trick is just to know the difference exists — to not assume that because you can do something, or because someone needs it, that the doing is necessarily yours." We sat with that for a while. The afternoon light had come back, a thin winter gold slanting across the kitchen floor.

More of feeling alive and wanted and free. I wanted everything.

And I’m left standing there. Shaking. Wrecked. Wanting more.

"I know and I'll make you cum a million times only if you say please. " I wanted to remove that sense of pride that she had. I wanted to torture her with the pleasure. I wanted to make her beg me for more over and over again. She'd tortured me so much and I wanted to make her feel the same. I was delaying her release and her pleasure equally added on to mine. I was dying to get inside her. I wanted so much to bend her over and take her from behind. I wanted to do all those crazy things with her and the thoughts were only driving me to my peak. I wanted her to touch me. To suck me, to fuck me senselessly. And I was now so so hard that it even hurt. But I wasn't going to show her that I was th

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.

Wanting sexual satisfaction was entirely different than wanting another person. It wasn’t simply about wanting to reach the peak of pleasure, it was about wanting to touch him, taste him, explore him. It wasn’t about just wanting a man. That would have been much easier to cope with. This was about wanting one man specifically. She wanted Jake . No one else.

I wanted it so badly. Right now it was my need along with desire. Shall I give in?

He said turning to the book and she sighed, She turned back to her meal and continued with it. “Ugh, why are all the things on this list all childish?” Draven asked after a while of going through and Xalia turned to him with a confused expression. “Huh? How?” “What the fuck is go hiking, driving a roller coaster, watching Barbie Premiere and many other dumb things here.” “There are not dumb, there are the things I want.” “I wasn't expecting… “ “But you said I should make a list of things I wanted.” “Don't cut me off.” Draven said and she apologized immediately.

"I'm a goody two shoes and I'm a prude and I like to do my homework and I absolutely definitely don't know how to be friends with all around bad boys and ..." "Well, if you don't know how to be friends with a wanton because you're a good girl—" He lays emphasis on wanton, a word I'd used randomly many days ago in his room and I visibly swallow "—then there's only one solution. Welcome to the wanton train, good girl. Hope you enjoy the ride." This is what I get for not keeping my mouth shut.

Leonel said, whilst trying hard in sending Ismael off without causing further eruptions of his anger. Ismael stood a bit reluctant, his mind fashioned on meeting Alexis, if definitely he could, Alexis would definitely be far off from a piece, a fact Leo stood aware of through the cast of his eyes of Ismael's unsettled body, his eyes which portrayed his darkened desires, spilling forth screaming intent of Ismeal's hurt and his one time wush on harming his mother once and for all, a desire Alexis solidly stood on, also wishing Ismael was nowhere above the earth's crust, but below it's heat.