Wicked Cravings Novels & Stories

It was a future filled with hope and the promise of a family united. But then sudden wave of craving washed over Francine, leaving her in a state of desperation. She clutched her stomach, her brows furrowed, and tears welled up in her eyes. The strange and disgusting craving consumed her, rendering her helpless. "Azure," Francine whimpered, her voice tinged with desperation. "I... I need... I need pickles dipped in hot fudge sauce. Please, Azure, I can't bear this craving any longer. I'm begging you."

The absurdity of the situation struck me, the image of a heavily pregnant woman leaping across rooms a comical yet tempting notion in my frustration. With a deep breath, I gathered my resolve, the craving for the tantalizing meal overpowering any sense of decorum or restraint. The need to satisfy my hunger drove me forward, a single-minded focus guiding my next steps. It was time to take matters into my own hands, to embark on a quest for the Mediterranean Delight that beckoned to me from the TV screen. "Sara! Maids!" I bellowed in frustration, the urgency in my voice palpable. Time was of the essence; I needed to taste that meal today, and there was no room for delay. The craving had transf

--- Sorry my princess, please Scarlet stop crying-- I ask feeling those tears as if they were knives entering my chest, I don't think even that would hurt that much-- look I'll do another one, wait a minute-- I say desperate and that's it I turn around going to prepare another one of those gororobas to see her happy again. --- No honey, stop-- before I even get started she reaches over and hugs me-- you don't have to, I shouldn't even be eating so much junk really, but this weird cravings is one of the only normal things that's been happening in the amid so much confusion, I think that's why I've been crossing the line a little-- she sniffles and I wrap my arms around her putting her on top

Katrina, a stunning 38-year-old woman, sat on the couch in her modern suburban home, her mind filled with dark, taboo desires. Her son, Mitch, was away at college, leaving her alone with her twisted fantasies. She had always been a dominant woman, both in her personal life and in the bedroom, but lately, her cravings had taken a disturbing turn.

--- (Grace's POV) The smell of roasted meat and honey-glazed bread filled the room, making my stomach twist with hunger. The moment the delivery wolf placed my order on the counter, I found myself reaching for it, the cravings unbearable now that the scent was embedded in my brain. Pregnancy cravings. They didn’t care for timing or subtlety. They hit like a storm, demanding satisfaction no matter what chaos was brewing outside. I tore open the bag, grabbing a piece of bread first. The honey clung to my fingers and dripped down slightly, but I didn’t care. I devoured it quickly, unwilling to let my thoughts wander too far from the food in front of me.

It was like opening up pandora's box. 'Gosh! My libido is craving Zari. I can't believe the effect she's having on me right now. I always knew my wife had a great body! Unlike Susie, she’s younger, she’s nice, but she is not the complete package. Possession is like the obsession I feel I have for my wife. I didn't know I had it this bad until tonight. But, of course, she's my wife, and there's nothing wrong with feeling as I do about her. Besides, I’ve been waiting so long to get intimate with her, so it's understandable why my cravings are so intense.

“…Please tell me you’re not about to drink pickle juice with chocolate milk.” I turned slowly, guilty as a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. “It’s called cravings. Don’t judge me.” He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. His T-shirt clung to him in all the unfair ways, and his hair stuck up like he’d been in a bar fight with his pillow. He scratched the side of his beard, blinking blearily. “That’s not cravings, Amelia. That’s a cry for help.” I rolled my eyes, twisting the pickle jar open with a satisfying pop. “Go back to bed, caveman. You’re useless to me right now.”

“You… you all should stop teasing me and just fuck me already!” I snapped, my voice laced with raw urgency. Right now I could no longer control myself. I needed all three of their young, hard cocks inside my holes. I didn’t care how my mature pussy and ass were going to stretch to fit them. I just craved to be fucked like a dirty, slutty old lady. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for their hands, mouths, and cocks to claim me completely.

~~Indigo~~ It had been three days since that morning. Three days since I found out what it meant to both hate myself and crave the same person all over again. Just a while ago, I craved Braxton and now, I felt like I was craving the wrong brother but still, a part of me ached for the one who I couldn't have. The truth? I felt alive and dead at the same time. Alive because sex with Slade was— Oh God—it was something else. But dead because every time I saw Braxton, the guilt from that morning weighed heavily on me like a boulder, soul crushing and painful.

Even before she had gotten a job, it was the same case, she husteled beyond her ability just to get something for her hair, makeup and toiletry, clothes were always number last to her, for as long as she had that pretty dolly face, she was super! Days passed by, cravings grew day by day. Het cravings were to die for, she used to crave things she had never craved before, like Liquie Fruits, Snacks, naartjies or oranges, with a fanta orange or sprite, with barbeque simba chips, without the fanta or sprite, she had nothing to buy. She used to buy lots of the naartjies, but she couldn't stop until she went out of money. The cravings went on and on such such that they required her to borrow money