Dirty Desires Novels & Stories

WARNING: NOT FOR KIDS BELOW 18 YEARS OF AGE There are a hundred and one ways to pleasure a little muse. Either by exploring their kinks or fucking them all the way through to the underworld. At first, it all started with attraction at first sight, then it spiraled into secret wants, obsession, wet dreams, until these muses could no longer contain their desires for their forbidden other. However, Big domineering daddies, hot step-brothers, handsome-so-much-it-hurts boyfriend’s dads, are so fucking ready to teach these little muses what it is to taste pleasure first hand. And how much forbidden fruit tastes better and sweeter even.

Right fucking now. I sat up on the piano, legs still shamelessly open, and reached for him with greedy, trembling hands. My fingers worked fast and clumsy with need—unbuckling his belt with a metallic clink, dragging his zipper down, shoving his pants and briefs just low enough on his hips to free him. Dante chuckled, low and filthy, watching me with heated amusement. “Look at you. So fucking eager for Daddy’s cock already. My hungry little slut couldn’t even wait two seconds, could you? Still dripping and shaking from my tongue and you’re already trying to pull me inside you.”

I’m alone in their massive house, horny and determined to make Damien lose control tonight. I start looking through their media room for something to watch… and I hit the jackpot. A hidden folder on their TV called “Private.” Inside are dozens of high-quality p**n videos — rough sex, cheating husbands, babysitter fantasies, creampies, degradation. Exactly my kind. My pussy throbs instantly. I put on one of the filthiest ones — a young babysitter getting brutally fucked by the married dad while his wife sleeps upstairs. The girl on screen is moaning like a whore, getting her pussy pounded mercilessly.

Leaning into me, he pressed his lips against my ear and growled, “You want me to push you up against the wall and kiss you senseless? Hoist your skirts up and watch as you ride my fingers while you cry my name?” Heat curled through my abdomen at his dirty talk. While I should have been aghast, I wasn’t. I could feel the anticipation curling through my chest. “No,” I breathed back, shocking him. He pulled back far enough so he could study my gaze. I could tell he was worried he’d read me wrong. “I don’t want to ride your fingers. I want you down on your knees eating my pussy and savoring it like it’s your last meal.”

“I am going easy on you and you get to pick what you want to be used on you. Pick, you’ve got ten seconds.” Xalia looked at the instruments on the bed and gulped, they were dildos, vibrators, genital clamps, breast clamps, gags, cable ties, a choker, urethral toys and many more. “Vibrator, just the vibrator is okay.” She said and looked at him. He nodded and picked it up, he turned it on and Xalia shivered as she heard the sound of the buzzing. Draven’s phone suddenly rang and Xalia sighed in relief, he picked it up and turned off the vibrator.

"I need to hear you say it." Wendy met his gaze directly, three years of professionalism dissolving in the face of overwhelming desire. "I want you to fuck me, Mr. Harrington," she said, deliberately using his title. "Right here, on your desk."

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

Disclaimer: Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. Triggering themes. Lesbian content. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat that comes with it. Rated 18+ --- Priya Walsh was dreaming again. She could feel it even inside the dream, that specific awareness that sits at the back of your mind telling you this isn't real while everything happening in front of you feels more real than anything you experienced while you were awake. Brooklyn's hands were in her hair.

I stutter and close my thigh together, only for my swollen and wet cunt lips to rub together and elicit a new sensation in my core. What is this? “Just fingering Lydia by the pool side” Kandy says dirtily and my jaw drops open, a moan slipping out instead of a protest and I see my step daddy's jaw tick. He fold his fingers into a fist like he's holding back, he looks so sexy like that. “Kandy that's inappropriate, Lydia is a good girl” he says, sounding like he's restraining himself from yelling at us but Kandy's smile only widen. The tension between the two of them causes my pussy to pulse again with an even stronger want and wronger need…raw and dirty.