Dirtiest Desire Novels & Stories

He said turning to the book and she sighed, She turned back to her meal and continued with it. “Ugh, why are all the things on this list all childish?” Draven asked after a while of going through and Xalia turned to him with a confused expression. “Huh? How?” “What the fuck is go hiking, driving a roller coaster, watching Barbie Premiere and many other dumb things here.” “There are not dumb, there are the things I want.” “I wasn't expecting… “ “But you said I should make a list of things I wanted.” “Don't cut me off.” Draven said and she apologized immediately.

He trails off. "You taunt me everyday and it's weird to say but I fucking love it. I have the most unspeakable fantasies about you and I want to relive each and everyone one of them. Turns my fantasies into reality if that is fine by you?" Josephine's eyes widen, desire swirling in her irises. "I will admit, I've had some dirty fantasies about you too." She states and Elijah smirks. "Then we both can share those dirty fantasies."

“If my sister can't do it, I am willing, Mister Bruce.” Mateo laughed. “Are you willing to be my mistress?” “No. Your wife!” Mateo sighed and stood up. Clementine was not letting him go but he pulled himself away from her. He immediately saw the disapproval in her expression and frustration. But even though Mateo wanted to try flirting with her, he just couldn't. He doesn't feel anything about her. Even the feeling of temptation. “I already have a wife. You should realize that what you're doing right now is immoral. You should be ashamed of yourself.” Mateo looked at her in disgust. Then he walked away from the place.

She didn't care about the intense sin awakened during the time Darren had spent with her. “Wanna keep it this way?” Darren smirked, looking distinctly like a criminal holding himself to ransom. He withdrew his fingers when Maureen signaled she was close to getting a release. “Eng..., no. I wanna having you,” Maureen sighed. Vulgar remarks involving genitalia like the blue videos she often watched just flowed. She wasn't ashamed to replace Darren's hand on her wet hole just to fulfill her dangling desires. “I want your big p*nis here!” The blush on Maureen's face intensified. She even deliberately stomped her hips just to show the sensation of being penetrated and squeezed by the shaking twin

Her thighs squeezed in renewed desire, her core aching in wordless, ardent agony at the sheer liquid intensity of his libidinous promise. Get. A. Grip She mercilessly castigated herself, her knuckles becoming white from the severity of her grip on the phone. This unraveling, shameless desire was neither ethical nor permissible under any conditions! Damien Blackwood was a towering financial genius, a hedonistic ruler, and an unrivaled corporate raptor. However, to her, he eventually represented the single most important means to an infinitely bigger professional purpose. That was all he could ever be. Not some wildly virile siren enticing her into dangerous territory of carnal stupidity. She

He responded, Lori stopped in her tracks. “Do you know what I see in that mirror?” He took a pause, “I see the face of disappointment. I see the greatest mistake I have ever made. I see a face that will haunt me forever because I would have rather been an impotent man than your father, if I had the choice. Ever since you came into my life, you have caused nothing but misery for me. I lost the love of my life because of you. I sold everything I owned to ensure she lived, but you killed her either way. Now that I have managed to get another wife, and a beautiful daughter, you want them gone too. You ruin everyone that touches you. I should have left you at that hospital that night, and never l

But that wasn't enough to stop me from desiring him. Not only had I failed countless times in everything I sought to make right, I was about to indulge in the worst kind of evil. I knew I'd be left with nothing less than disgust and self-loathing come morning. I knew I'd avoid mirrors so I wouldn't get to see my filth of a reflection during dawn but that wasn't enough to stop me from what I sought out to do. It was just too much, the overwhelming desire to be held within his broad arms. I moaned as I slipped my right hand into the joggers, cupping my pussy. I felt the sleekness in my folds, bringing out a gasp from me as I realized how wet I was.

The rest of us took her lead and seated ourselves around the basement, Jonie and Mitch together on the couch with the rest of us finding chairs. “I’m not exactly sure. Whatever it was had to do with their personal dirt.” “Personal dirt?” “When the Dirt blows in, it brings with it everybody’s personal dirt.” “What do you mean?” “Those things in our lives that we’d like to stay buried, forgotten, in other words, our personal dirt. Here’s mine.” She went over to the computer and jiggled the mouse, dismissing the screensaver. Underneath the screensaver was the F******k page of a man in his late forties.

She eased up the slightest bit as she said, "You always eat me so good, you have to know that is very endearing. But tonight I don't want that sweetness. I want you to put your cock into me and cum inside me, but I don't want you to clean me up after, not even the facial I want you to give this slut later. I want to be dirty from you, soiled like a naughty wife all night with your spunk, like granny in a porno, as many times as you give it to me." "Well, I must say that as a change the look is kind of primitive but also attractive. Maybe I mean it is attractive in an "earth woman" sort of way... especially when you are dripping from me." Another thought occurred. "Maybe, in my mind, shaving

"The taboo has never been so delicious, and I want more... always more." "And I... can't resist you..." Dirly replied, her voice hoarse, dirty with desire, her fingers still gripping him. "Every touch, every moan... it addicts me... consumes me..." The heat persisted, the sweat streamed, their bodies still glued together, but desire was already pulsing anew, signaling that this was just another episode of the intense, dirty, and forbidden surrender that would only deepen with every touch, every position, every provocation, and every risk.