Dirty Desires Novels & Stories

"I want you to use rope, or your belt, anything... I want to be helpless. I... I want you to spread me wide and eat my pussy. " My fingers tightened around his shaft, squeezing as I began to stroke him again slowly, twisting my wrist at the head to tease the sensitive slit while looked up at him seductively through my lashes. "And then..." I whispered, leaning up to brush my lips against his jawline without actually kissing him. "Then I want you to fuck me all night long. I want it hard, rough, and dirty. I want you to take me in every position you can think of and I want you to fuck me in every corner of this room, until I can’t walk straight. I want to be ruined." Immediately the words spi

My voice broke with how desperate I felt and I reached one hand back spreading my puffy pussy lips even wider showing them the pink wet mess inside dripping and pulsing. “Do not stand there staring and shove them in together. Use me like your dirty cum dump. I want to feel both of you stretching me to the limit.” They looked at each other for a long moment, their faces full of shock and hesitation but the raw hunger in their eyes took over fast. Darius moved closer, first pressing the fat head of his curved cock against my slippery entrance and rubbing it up and down to coat himself in all the cum already there. “Fuck it if this is what you want ma’am we are doing it. You are one nasty ass w

"Help me understand. I can’t hear your heart racing when I’m gasping for breath. I can’t feel you shaking when I’m shaking, too. I can’t taste you when my mouth is dry from begging you to finish me off." His beautiful face softened. "I lose my mind every time I come inside you. Let that be enough." But Daisy didn't give up. She shook her head. "You’ve said you dream about us at times. What about the blowjobs in those dreams? The hand jobs, you love my tits. Don’t you want to fuck them until you come all over me?" "Jesus, Daisy...." His cock thickened in her grip. Brushing her parted lips across his, she opened his slacks. "I want to be your dirtiest fantasy," she whispered. "I want to be fil

I respond, pulling him closer. He places his lips on mine, and his hand moves to my back, taking down the zipper of my dress. “I've missed you,” I breathe into him, “I've missed you too, baby. You have no idea how bad I want to fuck you.”

But the one that destroys every inch of your body till you're loose. My pussy hiss between my legs, a nasty slutty attention-seeking bud that won't stop leaking. I can smell my wetness, feel it run down my thighs. ‘Brit, freaking beg!’ My brain screams, snatching me to order. I want to, but I also don't want to. First, this will be my door, but the best part is that I’ll die happy. Seeing my dark fantasies trapped in a room gives me a certain high. I’ll be a damn liar if I say I haven't dreamed of being used, fucked with all of this on me.

I grabbed my boobs with one hand and held my hair with the other. “You are not doing it right bitch, you need to widen your legs and go deeper.. Feel the pain and let it consume you.” ‘Oh, Mateo.’ I thought. After about 5 minutes my legs began to shake and I screamed out his name as I came all over the dildo. “Fuck! God!” My body grew weak and I fell on the bed. “Mo way I have heard and seen him fuck Lisa, and Nelly, and I still want him to fuck him.. What is wrong with you Astrid? God!”

"That red lipstick... it's driving me crazy." That was what I wanted, to drive him crazy and make him do nasty things to me. I ran my tongue along my bottom lip, smudging the lipstick slightly. "Do you want to taste it?" I asked. Damien stepped closer, his body pressing against mine. I could feel the heat of him, the hardness of his muscles, and I knew he could feel the softness of my curves. "I want to taste every inch of you," he said. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "Then take me," I whispered against his ear. "Take me right here, right now."

He always hoped that. She didn’t understand why though. They had established long ago that they didn’t share the same sexual tastes. George was a sadist… his fantasies involved pain, dominance, and extremes she had no interest in… she told him that. Charlotte didn't mind pain in the sense that she liked rough and dirty sex. She liked intensity, passion, and fire. And yes, she had forbidden fantasies tucked away in her mind… things that could be done to her… But she didn’t want them with George.

The ad flashed an image of a dimly lit room, surrounded by mirrors, with the tagline "Experience your deepest desires in the mirror room." Curiosity piqued, Bella clicked on the link and was led to a website that promised the ultimate sexual experience. It was a place where one could live out their fantasies of being ravished by a mysterious entity while watching themselves in countless reflections. Intrigued, she signed up for a session, eager to explore this new world of pleasure.

He suddenly dropped me to the floor, bent down and whispered. "DARK DESIRES...." "Wh.... what are you...",I stuttered trying to understand what he was saying. But then I felt a heavy metal on my head. I felt everything blacking out.