Novel & Cerita Dirtiest Desire

I paused and took in a sharp ragged puff, "Thank you for your protection once again, sir, I dearly appreciate it. Have a good night." I added and turned to go but my shattered dream hadn't had enough so I turned to him and declared, "F.U.C.K YOU AND MY SINFUL CRAVINGS." With that, I walked out of his office, gathering my shattered desire, never looking back, I blinked back the tears that threatened to fall and I resolved to forget him...forget the way I desire him. He doesn't want me as badly as I want him, I might be anything in the world but definitely not a woman to force herself on a man.

Arya please stop crying or am gonna cry too," Christie said using her thumb to clean her tears. How about Ronald, have you told him about it? Josh asked. No, but I think he's feeling more than I do, it's almost impossible for him to hide it even when our parents are present, guys this is really bad because it isn't just a normal attraction, this is deeply erotic, dark feelings, sexual cravings, I have wet dreams about him all the time, i get wet at little contact with him, I always imagine how it feels to have him inside of me and..... Ewww, stop, just stop already Arya, it's making me wanna puke right now no offence though, but this is really bad, it's incest, I can't believe this is happen

“Get your dirty hands off me. Don’t touch me!” “Dirty?” Adams sneered at her and threw what was left of wine in her face. He stormed back to her and slapped her face twice. “Bitch, how dare you call me dirty? How clean do you think you are? You seduce me and beg me to fuck you. All the women I have slept with have bigger breasts than you. They are prettier than you. And I am more comfortable when I fuck them. Who the hell do you think you are? If you had not been of some use, I would never hook up with you. You think I’m dirty, don’t you? That's because you have never seen anything dirtier!”

Shit, I could get used to this life. Inside the limousine, I’m greeted by a stunning bouquet of flowers. Red roses. I pick them up from the plush leather seat and smell them. Oh god, they smell divine and expensive. Who am I? What have I turned into? Even as my mind has little doubts, I can’t wish for anything less. I want more. I want it all. My mother often said, back when I still lived with her, that my quest for a better life would ruin me. I guess I’m drawing near ruin now. Because I won’t stop. I wasn’t born to live in slums. Grandeur suits me. Yes, my name is Desiree and I’m addicted to riches. Someone should get me rehabilitated. I notice a card attached to the flowers which says, “R

Maggie licked my chest, then down my stomach, collecting some on her tongue and swallowing it. “I love how you taste, Johnny. All of you. And I love pleasing you.” “I love pleasing you too, Mags.” “What else can I do for you, though, Johnny? Don’t you have some deep desire? Some dark secret? Ask me! Maybe I’ll say yes.” “It’s, uh, it’s kind of perverted.” “Out with it.” “Hmmm. Okay. I’ve always wanted to fuck my wife’s ass. But she won’t hear of it. ‘Said sodomy is against God.”

The hot water hits my tense back, the steam rising from the enclosure quickly filling the room. I sigh shakily, placing my head under the shower. Exhaling one shaky breath I replay yesterday's events in my mind Her hazel eyes flash before me, alluring, soft. My hands trail my navel, wandering down as I remember yesterday morning. My breathing shallows as I remember her jabbing her index into my chest, her hazel eyes darkening with an unreadable emotion. I imagined her pink lips wrapping around my fat cock. I flick myself, wrapping my arm around my length.

“I want to see your thin filthy pants and want you to watch me peel it off.” He groans, slowly getting hard against the small of my back. “I won't rip it… Just slide my small finger in… and roll off your sweet teenage pussy.” FUCK!!! If there’s a place in hell meant for the worst sinners, he’d take the front row. My body ignites to his dark wish, burns with forbidden desire to watch him rip me apart. In filthy obedience, I set my foot on the sink, stretching out my long legs, and giving up my pussy to a man I should flee from.

He would pump them deep, scissoring, stretching her open while he whispered, “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To defile yourself on your guardian’s hand? To soak the sheets of the house I swore to keep you pure in?” Amelia moaned louder, hips bucking. She added a fourth finger, forcing her tight pussy to take it. The burn was exquisite. Juice ran down her ass crack, soaking the sheet beneath her. She could almost smell him, incense and clean male sweat and that faint trace of the communion wine on his breath. “Say it,” fantasy Father Damien growled. “Tell me you are my dirty little secret. Tell me you touch this cunt every night thinking of the man who is supposed to save your soul.”

ANGEL Everyone has a dark secret. The filthiest, dirtiest, corrupted fantasies that we imagine just before sleep take us to oblivion. That innate desire our judgmental world silences, it lingers in the pit of your stomach, spreading like a virus, an incurable, rotten disease to your throat, an abomination never to be whispered. Do you have a secret like that? Think hard. . . You can tell me. Don't you have one like that? Think again. . . Harder. Go deeper. Take me in—all of me. I want to be inside. . . of your mind.

“The tension, the pull… it’s real, Lena. And denying it won’t make it go away.” She swallowed hard, her throat dry, and nodded, unable to find words. The air between them was thick, almost suffocating, charged with anticipation. Every instinct screamed at her to stay professional, to maintain distance, but her body refused to obey. His hand hovered near hers again, tracing an invisible line across the edge of the desk. The teasing proximity made her breath hitch. She knew the line between desire and propriety was blurring, and part of her was terrified. Yet another part, a daring, reckless part, longed to see just how far this temptation could go.