Secret Desires Novels & Stories

How you would feel about me keeping such a secret. XXX

My feelings for this woman right here, will never change. "You look so beautiful and radiant" I compliment, causing her to blush. "Thank you" "Are you back for good?" I question, hoping she's not going to leave again. "Yes, I am" I kiss her again, deeper this time, relishing in the oh-so-familiar taste of my wife's mouth. It feel like fucking ages since I kissed her, and I can't wait to make love to her, and when I start, I won't stop. "No hidden secrets?" She asks, referring to our lives five years ago "No hidden secrets" THE END.

Orgasm hit her dual ass and pussy contracting and Michael unloaded deep in her bowels, pulling out to watch his cum leak. They dressed just as footsteps approached. Heartbeats thundered, but they emerged composed. The day proceeded with laughter and normalcy, but beneath, their secret pulsed. By nightfall, exhaustion warred with want. Lying beside her husband, Roselle touched herself quietly, fingers circling her clit to memories of Michael's cock. Across the hall, he did the same, stroking to thoughts of her. Tomorrow promised more stolen bliss, the taboo weaving deeper into their lives. Yet, a shadow lingered, how long before the veil tore?

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

Just them. But reality crept back as their breathing slowed. Elena's eyes filled with tears. "What have we done?" Adrian rolled off her, pulling her into his arms despite her weak protests. "What we've both wanted since the moment I came home." He kissed her forehead, possessive. "This is just the beginning, Elena. The secret affair starts now. Locked doors. Whispered moans. And no one will ever know." She buried her face in his chest, the guilt crashing over her like a wave. But beneath it, a dark thrill stirred. She was trapped in his web, and part of her never wanted to escape.

Autumn had never truly believed in keeping secrets, lying, or avoiding reality. She knew she wasn't perfect—she'd told her share of little white lies, hidden things from her aunt, covered up crushes, failed quizzes, even fibbed about where she’d been after curfew back when she used to hang out with Calvin. But this? This was something else entirely. This secret throbbed in her chest like a second heartbeat, heavy and insistent, every time she glanced at the man lying in the spare bedroom. It was the kind of secret that demanded attention, refusing to be buried beneath ordinary worries.

Everything is done. No one knows this secret of mine. I have a deep secret: I am addicted to sex to the point that I cannot even sleep without releasing my liquid. The perfect model is none other than Celestine. I found in her everything I sought in different women. She is the only one who drove me this mad and obsessed. It might be difficult because I know there will be no love in return from her. It would be one-sided love. But I don’t fucking care about that so-called “love.” I need her and I need her body. That’s all. I was about to board the chopper when I saw someone.

You’re starving for something more, aren’t you? Isolde’s breath caught in her throat. She leaned against the cold railing, feeling a rush of heat spread through her body. The silk of her dress clung to her full breasts and wide hips. Underneath, she wore nothing, a secret thrill she sometimes allowed herself during long events. The cool air teased her bare pussy, making her acutely aware of how wet she was becoming. She typed back with slightly trembling fingers. Isolde: Who are you? Unknown: Someone who sees the real you. The elegant, composed woman who secretly burns for more. Come to room 2808. In one hour. I promise you an experience that will wake up every part of you that’s been sleepi

CHAPTER THIRTY– ONE: THE CLUB KYLE AND ANDREA Andrea had always been in control. At 29, she ran her own successful marketing firm, commanded every room she entered, and never let anyone see her vulnerable. But tonight, she wanted something different. Something that made her pulse race for reasons she couldn’t quite explain. The exclusive BDSM club hidden in a converted warehouse in downtown Manhattan was invitation-only. She had received hers through a trusted friend who swore it was safe, discreet, and exactly what she needed to explore the darker cravings she had buried for years.

“Or keep lying while I fuck you again.” I moaned softly, already spreading my legs wider for him as another wave of forbidden desire washed over me. This secret was going to destroy everything. And I couldn’t bring myself to care.