Dirty Desires Novels & Stories

I imagined those long, dark curls sweeping over her bare back as I entered her drink behind. Watching her constantly wasn't enought for me. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to run my hands through her soft looking hair. I wanted to sink my cock into her soaked cunt till she was breathless in my arms. I could feel my cock getting thick just from the thought of it. I couldn't even count how many times I'd jerked off in the shower from her image alone. My desperation for her was getting ridiculous at this point and I needed to act on it before I did something dangerous.

“When my fingers touch your pussy, will I find it wet for me?” “Yes,” I breathe. “I’m so wet for you, Owen.” “This is what you want.” He’s talking dirty, still being demanding, but double-checking my consent too. He cares so fucking much, and my heart swells in my chest. “It is.” I squirm underneath him, clit begging to be touched. “I want it, and I need it. Touch me, Owen. Please.” With his hand under my leggings but still over my panties, he sweeps his fingers over my core. I swear I could come right now if he does it again.

I was relentless, my movements commanding and rough, driven by an insatiable need that bordered on desperation. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, her gagged voice a strained mixture of moans and cries. To my surprise, there was an undeniable warm moisture enveloping my cock, an indication that she was enjoying this. “Are you fucking enjoying this?” I seethed, my eyes dark and stormy as I gripped her more tightly. My movements grew more urgent and harsh, each thrust an attempt to exorcise the demons within me. Her screams sliced through the heavy silence of the room, a chaotic blend of ecstasy and torment that only deepened my fervour. I could feel my control slipping, but I couldn’t—and woul

Maybe that's why my mom married him, after all he doesn't even have a stable job! I watched as Evelyn walked up to him and made him watch as she slipped a finger into herself. "I'm so wet, Frank. I need your hard dick in me right now. I want you to fuck me silly. Make me your fucking cum slut.". She moaned, gripping Frank's hardened dick from his trousers. I heard Frank groan. God, her dirty talk was quickly breaking down any control that he had left. "Fuck," she moaned as she continued to finger her tight pussy. She was voluptuous, and I'm sure Frank was imagining himself grabbing her waist as he fucked hard into her, her screaming at him not to stop. God, I was becoming wet.

I found myself fixated on it, a perverted thought igniting: I wanted to pour wine into that hollow and lick it clean. As she swerved, the light caught the diamonds, momentarily blinding me. A brief, searing vision flashed in my mind: her naked, the dress pooled at her feet, that necklace still around her neck. Her legs spread wide, inviting me to plunge my fingers into her. Two or three, if she were a good girl. Would she ride my fingers recklessly? Fuck! I needed to know. My cock twitched, dragging me back from my depraved fantasy. I willed myself to think of anything gross, anything to calm the fuck down. This was not the time or place to get a hard-on.

He had ignited something inside her she couldn’t name, a mixture of desire, fear, and fascination that left her restless. The night after their heated lunch together, he hadn’t called. He hadn’t texted. But she felt his presence everywhere, like an invisible weight pressing against her chest. In the scent of her perfume, she imagined traces of him lingering. In the echo of his voice in her memory, she could feel the dangerous pull of his attention. She tried to tell herself it was just desire, a fleeting office crush—but deep down, she knew it was far more than that. By morning, she resolved to bury herself in work, hoping the endless reports and emails would distract her from the way her bo

A girl in a white shirt and a pair of red trousers walked to the table with a rack of drinks and a bucket of ice. I turned my attention to the stripper whose shape was like an hour glass, though slender like a domestic cat, and her skin was glossy like polished glass. She had bouncy, apple shaped breasts with a tattoo in the space between them. There was fluidity in her movement as she swirled around the pole mounted inside the cage. She put her head down and raised her legs up. She slowly parted her legs. With one hand, she balanced herself at a spot and the other hand somehow found its way to her groin area. The index finger of her free hand got lost inside her panties and when it came out

She's definitely a man's fantasy. "Oh, boy, I can see your body moving Half animal, half man I don't, don't really know what I'm doing But you seem to have a plan...🎶🎶" Mort cleared his throat at the sultry scene, clenched both hands and jaw at the sight. The way his emerald eyes dilated stare at her under his thick and black lashes is intense, hot and dark. "I'm on tonight, my hips don't lie And I'm starting to feel you, boy

She was an embodiment of captivating sensuality, a magnet for desire that stirred a primal longing within him. Caught in the grips of an intoxicating mixture of curiosity and arousal, Aiden found himself unable to look away. His own desires ignited, his body responding to the alluring spectacle before him. This unexpected encounter had awakened a side of him that he never knew existed, fueling his darkest fantasies and leaving him yearning for more.