Dirtiest Desire Novels & Stories

Be honest, what’s the worst, filthiest thing you’ve ever done for money? I’ll give you a minute to think about that. Think very closely… Great, now I’ll tell you what mine is… sex. Filthy dirty sex where I was used like a whore and worse; it wasn’t even by a man. It was a woman. A powerful, rich woman who turned out to be exactly the kind of dirty fantasy my body had been craving for years.

That fucking diamond pattern from your cubicle, unmistakable, like a dirty little secret laid bare. Your mind spins, lust twisting into something darker. Could it be Sabrina? The thought’s a blade, sharp and hot, slicing through you. The idea that the goddess from the office, with her angelic smile and fuck-me eyes, could be this filthy little exhibitionist—it’s too much. You’re rock-hard, imagining her spread open in that cubicle, touching herself while you’re just feet away, clueless. Who the hell is Kat18, and how deep does this rabbit hole go? ****************

A tremor passed through at the desires that he incited. And his eyes just grew cloudy at the lust that filled hers. It was easy, she thought. So easy to let go and just be the woman he desired. But that was the thing. She simply wasn't the only woman he desired. And the idea of him using that same hand to incite Eileen's lust had her slapping her hand away from her with disgust. The lover's act suddenly seemed dirty to her. He touched one woman in his bed and then touched another secretly in a bathroom. How couldn’t the man be so vile

A closer look reveals my bold sleek handwriting. ‘No. No. No…’ My heart skips a beat. What's worse isn't that I know I’m the owner of the card, but the writing on it. More like a request. ‘I saw a little dirty thing— No, a big filthy cock. Big and black… and god! It's one I’ve always dreamed of. And I want it… I fucking do. And I want it to fulfill my dark fantasy; I want it to rape me. No apology.’

Another described Ivy riding Desire reverse cowgirl on the balcony of a penthouse, city lights glittering below, while another gorgeous woman licked and sucked where their bodies joined, tongue flicking her clit and his shaft. The filthiest one was the raw description of Ivy on her knees in a limo, taking two cocks at once in all holes—mouth stuffed full, pussy stretched around a thick dick, and another in her hand—while Desire whispered and praised how perfect his little slut was. *“That’s my perfect little cumdump. Take all those cocks like the greedy whore you are.”* Delilah was panting now, fingers plunging deeper into her wet cunt, chasing the edge as the book exposed her completely.

“I’m your dirty little stepson. Use me. Fuck me harder, stepfather. I need it. Please don’t stop. Fill me up with your load.” He came deep inside me, filling me up with hot pulses, groaning my name low in his throat. I followed, shaking with the force of it, my release spilling between us, body trembling hard. The filthier desires had taken over completely, and I was lost in them, body trembling, mind spinning with guilt and lust. The honeymoon period was just the beginning of something even more dangerous, and I didn’t know if I wanted to stop.

“That’s your new reality. Coming here. Bending over for me. Taking my cock and my money whenever I want. No one else touches you. No one else even looks at you.” The dirty talk should have made me angry. Instead it made my hole clench around him and my cock twitch untouched. He reached around and stroked me roughly in time with his thrusts. I came embarrassingly fast—shooting across the floor with a broken moan while my hole spasmed around his cock.

I whispered, voice thick with need. I started touching myself immediately, desperate to obey. My fingers found my swollen, throbbing clit and began circling it slowly at first, then faster as my eyes stayed locked on his thick, veiny cock. Every slow, deliberate stroke of his hand made me whimper pathetically. I was so incredibly wet that my fingers made loud, obscene, wet sounds as I rubbed my sensitive nub faster, my hips twitching involuntarily. “Please, Daddy… I want it so bad,” I begged after just two minutes, my voice already breaking with desperation. “I’ve been such a good girl for you. Just let me taste it… please…”

Oh yeah. Good girl,” he murmured. I sucked him until my jaw hurt and finally he came. I swallowed every drop, eagerly licking the head of his cock in case I missed any. I so badly wanted to please him. He chuckled. “Greed is one of the seven deadly sins.” “So is lust,” I offered with a playful smile. “Indeed,” he said, putting his cock back in his pants. “Get back into position.” I immediately obeyed with my hands behind my back, on my knees, legs spread. He nodded approvingly. “So what did you fantasize about me when you touched yourself last night?” I looked up into his eyes. I was too afraid to tell him to his face. But something in his eyes made me want to tell him, to please him. “You i

I growl as I head to the shower. Lilith to summon or not I wake up hot and frustrated. My dreams over the past week were very explicit. I'm angry at being sexually attracted to the damn demon Xazel. It had been several months since I had summoned a demon for pleasure; the last one had given his name Necas. I'd forgotten how amazing it felt. I'm tempted to summon Xazel just to see his expression when I know his name. "He's cursed me, the bastard," I growl to no one. I kept thinking about the summoning and kept talking myself out of it. By the evening, I chose to do it. I prepared the area in my living room, pushing furniture to the side.