All Chapters of DARK DESIRE (short steamy stories): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Doris used her time to try dating again. It was hard for her to get a good man at her age. Especially when she was so used to being alone and had been so established all her life. She was too picky, but that was only because she knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to go for it no matter how much unrealistic her demands were. It was probably the reason she was still single at her age. She was too old to mess about and went straight to the point when it came to men. She wasn't afraid to make the first move or end a relationship when it was clear it wasn't going anywhere. Her take on things however, didn't seem to help her out. She found that not many men liked her fast dismissal of them and soon no one even wanted to try going out with her. After three weeks of going on dates, it soon became clear to Doris that she could never find that man that she was looking for. She was better off being alone as her friends had told her countless times before. If only she had listened, she wouldn

Meg checked her watch to find that it was already noon. She'd taken so much time that all she had to do now was go sit in the living room and wait for her gardener. Mary was already gone so she wouldn't have to worry about the young maid catching them. She settled herself on the living room sofa and waited patiently eager for their next session. This affair with Fernando was making her feel younger every day. As usual, he did not disappoint. He came in right on time. He paused at the doorway and smiled at her. She could tell from his wandering eyes that he liked what she was wearing. She couldn't resist the urge anymore. She ran to him and flung herself at him. He held her by the waist and pulled her closer to him. Every day they had to pretend was torture. She wondered how much longer she was going to live like this. He smelled of sweat and her mind immediately ran to giving him a bath. It was part of what they would do every afternoon. "You stink," she joked cringing her face. "You

The next morning, I woke to her rummaging in the closet. She said she needed her favorite lucky sweater because she had an important job interview, and if she got this job, she could move out, find her own apartment and start her new life. I cringed. Why did she need this sweater today? It was badly stretched out because of Ben’s fumbling, and I was going to take it to the dry cleaners to see if they could fix it. The moment I heard her suck in her breath, I knew she had found it. I couldn’t see the wrath on her face because I was under the covers as she pummelled me with her fists. That afternoon, I heard her in the kitchen with our mom. She was crying. Without her lucky sweater, she didn’t have the confidence she needed to win the interview. She didn’t get the job. She wasn’t moving out. She blamed me for ruining her new life.After I graduated high school, I knew I didn’t want to end up working at Denny’s restaurant like my sister and living at home. Thank goodness, I lucked out fi

The moment I hung up my phone though, I kicked off my shoes and peeled off the top layer of my twin set. My apartment was stifling hot and I felt as if I was going to expire any moment in these clothes. I closed my eyes for a moment, wondering if I should dig out my ancient electric fan, when I dozed off. I had one of those dreams, the kind that had been haunting me ever since I had been dating Toby and I decided to take the high road away from my libido. It featured The Mechanic, of course, and I was doing terrible, horny, vivid things with him that would make a porn star blush. Suddenly, I woke and looked disorientated around my apartment. What time was it? Where was Toby? My entire body seemed to be burning up. Slipping my pumps back on, I stepped outside my apartment to cool off. The Mechanic was sitting in his lawn chair. “So where is your boyfriend?” he asked me. “I thought you always went out with him on Saturday nights.” Trying to push the recent images of my dream to the bac

He stopped at the entrance. ‘Step out, go to the middle of the courtyard and undress.’ November in such a place is November twice over. It was cold and grey, I was already shivering in my coat, even more when I took it off. The rest followed, until I was naked in the middle of a paved courtyard, near a pole which, in the past, held a flag. Night was falling, he turned on the headlights of the car to cast light on me. The headlights were very white, dazzling. I heard the car door slam, I saw his shadow moving toward me . . . The taste for uniforms, you see: he was dressed like an SS officer, from cap to patent leather knee-high boots, he was holding in his hand a cosh – I didn’t recognize him at that moment, he had become so much himself, the blond hair shaved on his temples, the ruthless, limpid eyes. ‘Schnell,’ he shouted. I didn’t even know he could speak German. ‘Schnell, schnell!’ He lashed at my buttocks, while I stumbled along, moving toward a barrack hut in front of me, slidin