Dirtiest Desire Novels & Stories

“And I know exactly how much you love my cock.” Heat rushed through me, pooling low, and he smirked, sensing every flicker of desire I tried to deny. “There it is,” he whispered, his voice dark with satisfaction. “The way you melt for me, it’s enough to drive a man insane. You can pretend all you want, but we both know the truth.”

After I came home from Confession, where a priest told me I was upsetting God with my lust (he was probably jacking off in his bed at night too), she never brought it up again. But my that was all in my past, like a previous life. I was done feeling ashamed for what I wanted. My sinful desires were not for a priest to absolve me from so I can get in good with the big guy upstairs. No, these longings and fantasies were for me, and any consenting adult who I want to share them with. I didn't want to wait any longer so I invited PrinceCharming for a chat. I missed LimberJack but I was on a mission to confirm Noah as my PrinceCharming.

The stranger’s voice echoed in my mind, his words spurring me on as I gave in to the overwhelming need that consumed me. “You’re such a dirty whore.” He murmured, his tone sending a thrill of excitement through me. Yes. I am such a dirty whore. “So fucking needy. Keep touching yourself like that.” I followed his commands eagerly, lost in the heady haze of desire that enveloped me. My fingers worked in tandem with the fantasies that played out in my mind, driving me ever closer to the edge of ecstasy. “Tell me what you want,” His voice urged, his words like a drug that fueled my desire.

Stepping inside, I flicked on the lights, inviting Isaac to enter. With a gesture towards the sofa in my living room, I offered him a seat. "You can sit there. I'll prepare your coffee," I said, pointing to the inviting piece of furniture. Wanting to accommodate his preferences, I inquired, "With or without milk?" "Without," he responded, making his way to the sofa. His eyes continued to roam around the house, taking in the details. A wave of self-consciousness suddenly washed over me. Although I maintained a regular cleaning routine, a nagging feeling of inadequacy settled in, causing me to question the cleanliness of my home.

Our connection was strong as ever, the fire burning between us a firestorm of raging desire. I could take her right here without question, fucking her like a wild animal. While I was primal in nature, I refused to bring her down to such a disgusting level. I was finished with dirty restrooms. She deserved only the best. As long as she obeyed.

the familiar voice of my daughter purred, and in that very moment, my heart stopped. I froze. What I was hearing didn’t make any sense to me; it wasn’t possible. My brain couldn’t comprehend the idea of my own daughter saying such nasty words in my personal space with her father. But like a slap in the face, I heard another familiar voice, and this time, I couldn't deny it. "Do you like it when Daddy puts all his fingers in your pussy, you naughty girl?" Samuel's voice echoed in my ears, his voice loud and clear despite the loud music.

“I wish I was there. I would be on my knees for you, only you. You do that to me, you make me want to worship the very ground you walk on.” My core clenched with desire. I was already soaking wet and he wasn’t even touching me. I was meant to be teasing him but it seemed the tables had turned. Need was running through my body like an electric current and I tried to swallow the knot in my throat but couldn’t. I had to put my legs down from the table so I could squeeze them together. “You want that too, don’t you?” he asked and I hummed. “Greedy fucking girl, why don’t you touch yourself for me, hm? If I cannot be there then I might as well guide you through it. What do you say?”

“You filthy whore, tell me, do you think he loves you? That he’s going to marry you? Is that it?! You want another path to wealth after your father mismanaged his? Answer me, you insolent thing!” His voice is full of so much rage and contempt towards me. Every word that leaves his lips feels like a sharp arrow piercing my heart but I refuse to let the tears fall despite the ridicule and shame he’s putting me through. He’s right, I am a filthy whore. I know I never should have gone into the bathroom last night knowing Damian was probably naked, I know I should’ve left when he asked me to. I know I never should have touched him and induced him into sleeping with me but I couldn’t stop myself b

When the woman took off her skimpy bikini revealing her pinkish and perky nipples, Phoenix swallowed an invisible lump in his throat. The air shifted, burning desire started to envelope his senses. He wanted those nipples on the pad of his tongue and he wanted to devour every inch of her breast. For the first time in his thirty years of existence, Phoenix felt an intense desire for a woman. A kind of desire he never felt before. Eve continued to dance on the stage, and when their eyes met, she winked at him. At that moment, Phoenix knew he was doomed. “Damn!” he cursed. He cupped the front of his baggy jeans, he’s housing a massive hard-on in a public place! “This is a fucking disaster!”

She bit her lip and opened her legs wider for him to see everything she had to offer. "Damn, that's it. God, look at how wet you are without me even touching you." he talked dirty to her in a low voice but even Coreen knew that if there was someone in the other cubicle, they could hear his voice. "You like this don't you? Do you want me to touch your pussy with the thrill of someone seeing or hearing us? What a slut you are, woman." Her legs started trembling at his words and more juices started flowing out of her. "P-please." She begged pathetically. "Please what?" "T-touch me."