All Chapters of Dirtiest Desires (Steamiest Short Stories): Chapter 71 - Chapter 79

79 Chapters

Morning Wood (4)

~ Julian ~ Light is hitting my eyelids and for the first time in years, I don’t want to wake up.Usually, my bed is a lonely place. It’s expensive, soft, and empty. But right now I’m warmer than I’ve felt in a long time. I’m wrapped in a heat that feels solid… heavy.Then I realize why.I’m on my side and behind me, Frank is pressed tight against my back. His arm is slung over my waist, his hand hooked into the fabric of my shirt like he’s afraid I’ll float away if he lets go. But it’s the pressure lower down that makes my breath hitch. He’s hard; thick and heavy against my backside.I swallow.It’s just biology. Morning wood. I know that. But the way he groans in his sleep, a low, needy sound that vibrates against my shoulder blades, makes my lips curve as warmth spreads through me.Frank, usually all suits and armor, is tangled up in me, sounding like a contended kitten. It’s the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.Thump. Thump. Thump.A heavy knock at the front door echoes throug

Last Updated : 2026-03-04

When Rivals Fuck (5)

~ Frank ~ My heart is a hammer against my ribs. I can’t believe this. I can’t actually, physically believe this is happening. For two years I’ve built a wall between me and Julian. I made it out of blueprints, cold coffee, and sharp comments. I told myself he was just a distraction… that he was a cocky, beautiful mess who didn't care about anything but himself. And now, he’s telling me he wanted me the whole time. And we just kissed… I just kissed him. The room feels like it’s spinning. The last time I felt this out of control I was fourteen. A senior dragged me behind the gym at boarding school and showed me exactly what my body could do. I’ve spent my adult life burying that side of me. I thought if I let it out, especially at work, it would be diabolical. It would ruin everything I’ve worked for. "Frank? Breathe. You’re shaking." Julian’s voice breaks through the fog. I don’t realize I’m gasping for air until he puts his hands on my shoulders. His touch is wa

Last Updated : 2026-03-23

When Rivals Fuck (6)

As much as I want to touch him, to take back even a fraction of control, I stop myself.“Okay, Julian,” I rasp softly. “Don’t stop.”Julian’s smirk is dangerous. He reaches out and firmly pushes my hands off the drafting table. Before I can blink, he’s pressing me back against the wood. He leans in, one hand braced right beside my head, the other sliding down my chest. He traces the line of my ribs, his touch light but burning.“Fuck,” I groan.My cock is aching, throbbing in the cool air, begging for him to touch me again."Frank," Julian whispers. His voice is low, teasing, and closer than it’s ever been. "You’ve fought this for two years… and now?"He moves his hand lower. His thumb brushes over the very tip of my cock. A moan catches in my throat and I have to bite my lip to keep it from escaping."Now you’re mine," he says. It’s not a question. "Understand?""Yes," I manage to choke out.Julian chuckles. It’s a dark, rich sound. He leans down and kisses me again.This kiss is di

Last Updated : 2026-03-26

When Rivals Fuck (7)

It isn’t a suggestion. It’s a command, raw and thick with authority.Part of me wants to pull back, to hesitate. But the rest of me is already moving, hands scrambling against the sheets.I flip over to face him and my breath hitches.Julian hovers above me, his arms braced on either side of my head. His face is flushed, his dark hair a wild mess, and his eyes… his eyes are wide, darkened at the pupils, glittering with mischief and hunger.There’s a softness there too, like he’s both lost and found in me, a joy I can feel in the way he leans closer.He doesn't wait for me to get settled.He reaches down, his large hands gripping my thighs and adjusting me until I’m exactly where he wants me.I feel his cock pressing against my entrance again, blunt and demanding.“You’re so beautiful right now, Frank,” he whispers.I swallow hard, my throat dry. I don’t feel beautiful. I feel messy. My skin is sweaty, my glasses are probably crooked on the nightstand, and I’m completely undone.My che

Last Updated : 2026-04-02

The Priest And I (1)

~ Calista ~The bishop said a new priest would be sent to us,” Dad says, stirring his coffee. “An exorcist.”“Exorcist,” Mom hums. “The old priest died of cardiac arrest, not a demonic attack like they claim. We don’t need that here. There are no demons in this town.”I don’t look up from where I sit in the living room, but I listen.An exorcist.The word makes my heart skip.Because if there is a demon here, it isn’t the kind they pray against. And if anyone ever found out what I did to him…Faith in this house has a schedule—breakfast, prayer, silence, correction. My mother commands the wardens like a general. My father carries the church home with him, like it never lets him go.Even my brother, Jason, at ten, already belongs to something holy.And me?I wear it like a costume. Fabric, silence, obedience.I’m twenty years old, tall, pale, with curves buried beneath shapeless dresses that swallow every inch of me.My mother sees my body as something dangerous, something that could d

Last Updated : 2026-05-06

The Priest And I (2)

My legs feel unsteady and my thoughts worse as I move toward the door and ease it open. I retreat the moment he locks the door and steps forward. He doesn’t stop. Step by step, he closes the distance, and I keep backing away until the wall presses cold against my spine, trapping me there.I can only watch him now.His face is set, hardened by years spent listening to sins and deciding what to do with them. A Bible and chaplet rest in one hand.My breath breaks and I cover my face, a quiet sob slipping out before I can stop it.This can’t be happening. If he chooses to tell my parents about my dressing, they’d definitely kill me.His free hand find my wrist and he draws my hand down slowly, forcing me to look at him. His eyes are softer now, almost kind, and somehow that unsettles me more than anything else.I force out a breath, trying to steady myself but it doesn’t calm me.“Don’t be afraid, child,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my face. “I’m not going to hurt you.”I nod aut

Last Updated : 2026-05-10

The Priest And I (3)

~ Father Romanus ~The shrill ring of the phone slices through the room like a blade.Calista grabs it, her face paling. “My dad.”I flinch.For a heartbeat, I’m not a man of God. I’m a fifty-five-year-old silver haired coward.“Answer it,” I hiss, my voice cracking.I scramble for my trousers.My fingers, stiff with age and the sudden chill of reality, fumble with the zipper.I look at the clerical collar discarded on the floor, the white tab that has defined my life for thirty years.Now it looks like a discarded skin.If her father walks in, I’ll be nothing but a disgraced old man in his living room with his daughter.Calista’s voice is steady as she talks to her father. “No, Dad. I’m just finishing up chores. Yes. Okay, bye.”Then she hangs up.She gives me a strange, knowing glance. Clearly surprised by how fast I’m trying to bolt.“He’s not coming,” she says, her voice dropping an octave. “Not for hours.”But I still listen for footsteps.The music spills through the house, yet

Last Updated : 2026-05-13

The Priest And I (4)

~ Calista ~I’ve stopped trying to find a pretty name for it. It isn’t a crush, and infatuation feels too small and innocent.It’s an obsession. It’s a fever that hasn't broken since the moment he touched me.I sit in church and listen to his sermons, but the words mean nothing to me now. I don’t hear the gospel anymore. I hear the rough sound he made against my skin. I don’t see a holy man. I see a man who touched me and left me starving for more.He took my number. He made it clear he wanted to fuck me again. So why hasn’t the phone rung ever since?Maybe he’s scared. Or maybe he’s just shy."Have you noticed Father Romanus hasn't visited lately?" Mom’s voice breaks through the humid air of the garden.I stiffen, gripping the handle of my watering can until my knuckles turn white. We are out back tending to the vegetables. The smell of damp earth and ripening tomatoes is thick around us.Dad pauses, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. "He’s a busy man. The parish i

Last Updated : 2026-05-14

The Priest And I (5)

“You really should go home and be with your parents, Calista,” he says, his voice shaking.It completely lacks the authority he carries from the altar. Not nearly enough to rebuke the lust currently crawling through my nerves.I don't answer. I just look at him, letting the silence stretch until he blinks first.He clears his throat, glancing past the empty pews toward the massive doors at the back of the chapel.“Not here,” he whispers, his eyes dark with a mix of panic and desire. “Meet me in my office. Take the back hallway and wait two minutes before you follow me. Make sure nobody sees you.”He straightens his collar, turns, and walks away. I watch his black cassock sway as he disappears into the church shadows.My heart is pounding as I count the seconds.When the time is up, I fix my clothe and step into the hallway. I turn the corner toward the administrative wing, my chest tight with a sharp, almost painful thrill.Suddenly I hear footsteps ahead.I stop.Two elderly church v

Last Updated : 2026-05-18

...

3 4 5 6 7 8

SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP