Dirty Desires Novels & Stories

“You’ve done that before, and I’m hoping this whiskey will keep an old anger in check.” Leaning back, she crossed her legs. “You want to know a secret?” I blinked at her aloofly, not interested in whatever it is she wants to make known. “You do not seem interested, but I’ll make it known, so you wouldn’t repeat the same mistake. That slap didn’t make me angry or push me away, if anything, it turned me on.” This bitch is crazy. “I love being submissive to a sadist, so I’m used to the pain.” She opened the file and signed on it, sealing the deal with S.H. “You want to know another secret?” She pushed the file towards me.

Soon, my brain stopped giving me danger signals as I slowly gave in to lust. "I longed for you for so long. I want to be one with you," She said and grabbed my stick. "Ah!" Before I knew it, I moaned from the pleasure I felt at the moment she touched my Arsh junior. I looked down and realized I had no clothes over my body. I was as naked as a red butted monkey. My body never felt so heated before. It was giving in to the carnal desires without my consent. Heck! It had my consent.

Clare realised that she didn’t care. Quietly she walked around to the side of the bed and lay down. The ambiguity she had felt earlier had not gone away. Had it not been for a raging sexual need, she would have walked out on him whatever the consequences. But she was determined to have her own needs satisfied. She felt dirty. She hoped an explosive orgasm would wash her clean.

Hans called me lusty, but nobody could talk to who would understand how I felt. Tonight, he was busy preparing as a member of the Yang family rather than a son-in-law. Half an hour ago, I slunk away as I saw how excited Autumn was about their impending wedding. But after I saw how Hans had her sash days ago, it made me wonder if she cannot perform the duties of a wife. After all, how would Han smell of her fragrance and possess the sash she wears over her clothes? That night, my whole body burned. I knew that I desired to fill the gap between my legs, and by no doubt, I was embarrassed that I want him so desperately inside me. I had thrown away the contraceptive herbs that I have used to tak

Her knees buckled; she slid down the wall, sitting on the stone floor as waves crashed through her—body shaking, clit pulsing under her thumb. It took minutes to come down—breaths slowing, water cooling on her skin. When she opened her eyes, reality hit. She’d come thinking of her stepson. Whispered his name. Realized she wanted him inside her—for real. Not just fantasy. The craving was real. And dangerous. Viktor would kill them both if he knew. But as she stood—legs still trembling she knew one thing. She wasn’t tired of waiting anymore. She was tired of denying.

“He’s just an arrogant, mocking jerk. I hate him I dragged my feet to the bed, but the anger was just a flimsy shield to cover the terrifying truth: Archie had reawakened the dormant, passionate fire inside me that Matthew had spent two months trying to beat to death. My body was completely starved, aching, and physically frustrated from my husband’s selfish, two-minute routine. It was already late in the night I still couldn’t find sleep Matthew was snoring beside me, dead to the world after our pathetic excuse for sex—if you could even call two minutes of him grunting on top of me “sex.” He’d rolled over, muttered “goodnight,” and passed out before I could even pretend I’d enjoyed it. I la

“I found myself growing jealous of Noah because I knew for sure that you weren’t wearing panties to give him easy access in case he wanted to fuck you. And I wanted to mess you up too, to fill you up and send you back to him with my cum sliding down your thighs.” “Oh,” is all I can say. That is so dirty. So wrong. But I want it so bad. He smirks darkly, staring down at my pussy. “I guess now I can finally do what I’ve always wanted to.” With those words, Derrick wrenches my thighs wider apart and proceeds to devour my pussy like a man starved.