Collection Of One Shots About Love

Lust Over Love

Alright! Bit different from what I'm used to, but here we go!:

I used to think that a relationship built solely on lust was what I wanted. I was so wrong. I realized that the moment I began to yearn for her voice instead of her body. When she spoke to me it was like a sense of peace, and I somehow wanted and loved her body in a new way.

I wanted to hear her say my name, whether it was in bed or in conversation. I was powerless against her, in fact, it was only against her that I felt this way.

Her hands, her face, her body, her mind. I wanted it all. It was all I ever thought about.

It got to the point when I couldn't be satisfied by fulfilling my own wishes. No matter what I did I always felt something missing. I felt the need to indulge her no matter her desire.

Her eyes were like knives that cut me open and left me vulnerable, but I liked the feeling. I'd do anything to be kept within her eyes.

It was no longer a feeling of wanting to possess, but wanting to be possessed. I was already at her beck and call, but I wanted her to utilize that fact.

Every moment away from her was torture. Where was she? What was she doing? The thought that there could be someone else in her heart warped my mind into pain. I was too weak to confront or confess. How long could I handle it?

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It was all to get over him. The man that plagued my thoughts for so long. The one that broke my heart. Never Again, I believed. If sex was the only thing I could get from men, then it would stay that way. Though, it wasn't long before it was all thrown out a window. His touch made my head spin, his gaze made me shiver. I could never let go.

I wanted to say his name as much as I wanted him to say mine. I wanted love, not lust. It gave me a sense of hope when his hands turned gentle, it was like an antidote as well as a drug.

Was it really a relationship of only lust? No, it was one sided. I loved him too deeply, I yearned for him.

I wanted to be possessed, to be owned by him. I needed him. His touch used to be thrilling, but now it was intoxicating. He was a drug, a lethal one perhaps.

If he ever put another girl before me I'd die. No, I wouldn't die, but it felt like I would.

It was odd though, I used to have no qualms about cheating, but now it seemed like the worst I could do to him. Sometimes I felt his burning passion for me, and I relished in the thought. How long could I lie to myself?

The answer couldn't come fast enough, but when it did, everything was hanging by a thread. My fingers went numb and my blood ran cold because the words repeated in my mind like a drum.

Let's stop. He said. I'm in love. He said. It couldn't last. He kept saying. It's over.

I couldn't feel my heart beat in my chest. But I love you. I didn't say.

He left, and when he came back, my heart hadn't restarted yet. My love, I was on the edge.

And then I heard a thumping in his chest, and my warm blood began pumping through to my fingers. I couldn't. He despaired. Don't reject me. He plead.

I smiled.

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Alternate ending:

I smiled. Fuck off.