All Chapters of Dark Drippy Desires: A Large Collection Of Erotic Stories : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Arc 1: The Wrong RoomI was not supposed to be in this room.My keycard said 412. The elevator button I pressed said four. So whatever cosmic catastrophe led to this moment, it was not on me.The door swings open and the first thing I see is his back.Broad. Bare. Water still trailing down the groove of his spine like it can't decide where to stop. Tattoos scattered across his shoulders, dark ink against white skin, and a towel hanging so low on his hips it's basically a joke. He's on the phone, one hand braced against the window, voice low and private, the kind of low that means he doesn't want whoever's listening to hear too clearly.I should leave.Close the door, walk away, call the front desk, be a normal functioning adult about this.He turns around.The towel doesn't survive it.Everything he has goes on full display and God, there is a lot of it. Thick and heavy even half-soft and my brain just... stops processing language for a solid three seconds."Uh." I blink. "Hi."He He

I stop breathing.The phone keeps lighting up. Vanessa. Wife. Vanessa. Wife. Like it wants to make absolutely sure I read it correctly the first time.I did.Garry reaches for it fast, kills the call, flips it face-down, turns back to me like nothing happened. Like nothing at all just happened. His hand finds my waist and I feel how warm it is and I feel exactly nothing good about that warmth right now."Hey." His thumb strokes my hip. "You okay?"I sit up."Who's Vanessa?" Flat. Quiet. The kind of question that already knows its answer and is just waiting for him to catch up.Something moves across his face. Not guilt exactly. More like... calculation. A man deciding in real time how much truth fits inside this particular moment. That split-second tells me everything I need to know before he even opens his mouth."Dara...""Don't." I'm already reaching for my dress on the floor, shaking it out, pulling it over my head. My hands are completely steady and I'm genuinely proud of that b

Arc 2: My Rival's GirlI'm not a good man.I want to be upfront about that before any of this unravels. Good men don't spend twenty minutes in the shower with one hand braced against the tiles and the other wrapped around their cock, replaying the way a woman laughed at someone else's joke across a dinner table. Good men don't lie awake cataloguing the exact curve of someone's girlfriend's mouth or the way a particular dress sits on particular hips or the specific sound of a name said in a particular voice.I do all of that. Regularly. Shamelessly.Zara has been quietly dismantling me since the night Rafael introduced us eighteen months ago at his rooftop party. Red dress. Warm brown skin. A laugh that came from somewhere real, not performed, not polished. She shook my hand and her fingers were cool and her eyes held mine two seconds longer than necessary and I spent the entire cab ride home with my jaw tight and my thoughts somewhere they had absolutely no business being.That was ei

She bounces when I drop her onto the bed and grins up at me, hair everywhere, completely bare, completely unashamed, and the sight of her spread out like that in my bedroom after eighteen months of careful restraint hits me somewhere behind the sternum like a closed fist."Well?" She props herself on her elbows, eyes dragging down my body. "Are you going to stand there looking pretty or are you going to give me what I came here for?"I pull my shirt over my head.Her eyes track every inch of exposed skin with an attention she's not bothering to disguise. When I reach for my belt, her tongue slides slowly across her bottom lip and she is absolutely doing that on purpose and she absolutely knows what it's doing to me.I get everything off.She stares."Oh," she says softly. A pause. Then: "Oh, that's... okay. That's a lot.""Still just okay?""I am trying," she says, very seriously, "not to say anything that inflates your ego beyond repair." Another beat. "But genuinely. Oh my God!"I g