Dirty Desires Novels & Stories

Suddenly, he took my hands off his cock and looked into my eyes, suddenly all serious, “Stephanie, this might come out as a little awkward and strange to you because I have just known you for like what…five hours but I feel something for you. I want more than this night from you and if it’s only this night I would have with you, then I want to do every dirty thing playing in my mind right now with you…” He admitted with a serious voice, spilling out my thoughts. I don’t know a thing about this man but I…I think I am in love with him, his hands, his handsome face, his smile, his bossiness, everything. I want to know him—what he likes and dislikes, his first pet. Not that I believed in it but

Awaiting the arrival of my husband, Phil, I sat in the living room in my robe and his favorite red and black lace baby doll. Flipping through the channels, I heard a car door shut. Excitement rushed through my body as the desire for him grew with every second it took him to reach the house. After 3 long months of not seeing Phil, I was ready for one wild night. One that he would not forget for a long time. Hearing the lock turn, I began to move more anxiously in my seat. When the door opened, I could not take the wait any longer. Jumping from my seat, I ran to the front door and jumped in Phil's arms just as he dropped his bags. Wrapping his arms around my face, he kissed me with intense pas

I want to feel you squirt while I’m choking you. I moaned softly in my quiet bedroom, sliding two fingers inside myself while reading his messages. The wet sounds of my fingers pumping in and out filled the room. Me: I’m so fucking wet right now. I’m fingering myself thinking about your cock destroying me. I need it rough. I need to be degraded. ShadowHunter88: Show me how much of a desperate slut you are. I bet you’d take my cock in every hole if I told you to. I’d cum deep inside you and make you push it out so I can watch it drip down your thighs.

The whole day after Mom announced her trip, I was a mess. Every time I looked at Alexander, my body reacted against my will. My pussy would throb, remembering how his fingers felt inside me the night before. I kept scolding myself in my head. *This is so wrong. He’s married to your mother. He’s your stepfather. What kind of daughter are you becoming?* But no matter how much I tried to fight it, the ache between my legs only got worse. I still really wanted to see him but I couldn't as Mom stayed over. I'm starting to crave him and he hasn't even fucked me yet. I shouldn't even be thinking about this. He's twice my age and married to my mother.... But it sure feels so fucking good. I want mor

We were the perfect love story, and we could have remained so…if only I hadn’t…. “Liv, what do you want?” Mark asked, snapping me out of my thoughts again. My eyes darted over the menu, “Ummh, could you order for me. I need to use the restroom real quick.” I barely heard his response as I literally sprinted towards the restroom. Have you ever been horny? I don’t mean that little urge you feel when you’re next to a man you like. I’m talking about full blown crazy need for sex. You can feel your blood dancing, your heart racing, your cunt wet and so full that something as simple as your thong grazing against your clit is electrifying.

“That’s your new reality. Coming here. Bending over for me. Taking my cock and my money whenever I want. No one else touches you. No one else even looks at you.” The dirty talk should have made me angry. Instead it made my hole clench around him and my cock twitch untouched. He reached around and stroked me roughly in time with his thrusts. I came embarrassingly fast—shooting across the floor with a broken moan while my hole spasmed around his cock.

She imagined his low, gravelly command: Tell me who you belong to in the dark. She imagined his strong hands roaming her young body, calloused fingers teasing her sensitive skin. Ariana bit her lip, stifling a moan as she pictured Mateo's intense gaze boring into hers, dark with barely restrained desire. Her hips bucked against her hand, seeking more friction, more pleasure. In her fantasy, Mateo loomed over her, muscles rippling as he slowly undressed, revealing his mature, virile form inch by tantalizing inch. Ariana's heart raced, pulse pounding between her thighs as she lost herself in the erotic daydream, chasing her rapidly building climax...

Every slam against the wall was a wet, heavy slap that echoed through the shelves of discarded supplies. I was devouring her, my mouth crashing onto hers to swallow her moans, my tongue tangling with hers as I claimed every inch of her. The movement was incredible, every thrust was a slide of heat. I watched her face—the way her eyes fluttered shut, the way her lips parted in a silent plea. I wanted her to feel it all over— the weight of my cock, the weight of my obsession. I was a man of the law, but in this dark room, I was just a man possessed by my dirty desire.

“You’re so beautiful when you let go. I adore hearing you moan like this. Every sound you make goes straight to my cock. You’re making me feel like a king tonight, Sylvia. So fucking sexy and open for me.” His sweet words melted something deep inside me, mixing with the raw heat until I couldn’t tell where the pleasure ended and the affection began. I slipped three fingers back inside my pussy, curling them to press against that sensitive spot while my thumb worked my clit in tight, steady circles. My hips rocked shamelessly, chasing the building pressure. “Tell me another fantasy,” I gasped, my voice husky and breathless. “Something dirty. Something that makes you groan for me.”

The realization terrifies and thrills me. He fucks me relentlessly over the desk. The chain tugs my aching nipples with every thrust. His heavy balls slap against my clit. Footsteps pass right outside the door. Someone laughs in the hallway. The danger only makes me wetter, and hungrier. “Greedy fucking whore,” he snarls, reaching around to rub my swollen clit roughly. “I’m blackmailing you and you’re moaning like a bitch in heat. What does that say about you?” “It says I’m yours, sir,” I sob. “It says you can use me however you want.”