When Divorce Turned To Desire Novels & Stories

END OF FLASHBACK Mrs Young, with the great eagle she had never gave up easily. The thought of Taylor disobeying her wishes made her even more furious. She gave out a heavily sigh, and walked into her two sons company, lost in her thoughts thinking of ways not to lose such influential business partners, It was almost like gambling with her life when ever she meant business.

She dropped down on her head and the only thing I can make out of her mouth movement is the word STOP. Gasp! I suddenly got up from my bed! Pant! Pant! Deep breath! Shit! What was that? Did I just dream of having sex with Flor? That should be a normal thing to have when we love someone, right? But how did I become so sadistic? Nooo! I will never ever do that to Flor! This is getting bad. Should I seek professional help from a psychiatrist? I have read that some people are mentally affected of having been denied of sex.

A few of the employees has began coming to the office with all oblivious of the people in the opened door. Sofia and the unknown guy woke up with a strong urge. The urge that made them crave each other. They both desired to have each other. It felt like their mind was replaced with something else, which can be desire. Nothing else around them matters. They did not take a look at their surrounding and even if they do, their mind was clouded to think of doing anything about it. The strong tearing of dresses forcefully filled the room as Sofia clutched to her stomach. Nothing! Her head is blank, the only thing she can think of now is to quench her taste for sèx .

When I thought self-denial was maturity, when I believed love meant never asking for more. Daniel never yelled. He didn’t slam doors. He didn’t cheat in the traditional sense, but he did something worse. He made me feel small without raising his voice. Invisible without walking away. Tame without ever touching me. I remember once — maybe a year before things cracked — I asked him if he still desired me. He looked up from his emails and said, “Of course. You’re beautiful.” “That’s not what I asked.” He sighed. “Ariana, desire changes. It evolves. It’s not about fire. It’s about foundation.”

Lila continued, her voice gaining strength even as pleasure rolled through her. “I’m addicted to it, Derek. To the way they touch me. To the way they talk to me. To how full I feel when they’re all inside me. To how many times they can make me come. I don’t want to go back to cold sheets and half-hearted sex once a month. I don’t want to go back to feeling invisible.” She looked her husband directly in the eyes. “I want a divorce.” Derek’s face went pale. “Lila… you can’t be serious. This is just the sex talking. Four days of wild sex doesn’t erase a marriage.”

But not just her body. I needed to feel her. The way her hands gripped me. The way she whispered my name, like it meant something. No woman had ever said my name like that. Not even my ex-wife. And when she whispered “Don’t stop,” all the guards I’d built inside me since the divorce, since Olivia, since everything that went wrong in my life, collapsed. I didn’t want a release. I wanted a connection. I wanted her. But even in the thick of that fire, I listened.

Calvin nodded, "Just keep it; don't mind it." Bella didn’t respond, her mind wandering. Was sexual incompatibility truly the reason for his desire to divorce? Otherwise, why seek separation? Aside from the reduced frequency, what was wrong? His constant overtime left little time or energy for intimacy. Ignoring frequency, the quality seemed fine to her. And him? She glanced at him, warmth spreading through her heart. His face, illuminated intermittently by the streetlights, was irresistibly attractive, making her yearn to kiss him passionately. Taking a deep breath, she pulled her thoughts back. Was her desire so intense due to their prolonged abstinence? It felt sinful.

And there was only ever one answer to that wanting. Kyle Branson. I wanted him before I knew what wanting really meant. Before I understood that desire could be a trap as much as a gift. Before I learned that the heart doesn't care about logic, about self-preservation, about all the sensible reasons why you should walk away. I wanted him so badly that I made a stupid decision. You know what happened next. You've been here for all of it—the contract marriage, the betrayal, the fall down the stairs, the loss, the divorce, the four years of raising two children alone while the man I loved pretended to be dead.

a joke, a dare, a desperate hope I'd possibly get some dick tonight. His expression shifted instantly. Hunger flared in his eyes, raw and unfiltered. “Maybe not now,” he said, voice rough, “because when I do, I want it to be perfect. I want you to want me when you’re fully mine.” He paused, thumb brushing my lower lip. “When that divorce certificate comes through.” The words landed like a blow. "Divorce certificate?" I swallowed hard. It was a symbol of everything I’d lost. Everything I once carried.