Stories Desired Novels & Stories

“Daddy, please fuck me.” He pushed me back onto the bed, towering over me like a god of sin. Lust swirled in his dark and dangerous eyes. Yes, this look—this was how I had imagined Dave in my darkest dreams. He wanted to devour me just as much as I wanted to be ruined by him.

He wanted to see her nipples scraping against the desk as he hammered into her from behind, his balls slapping against her thighs in a relentless, rhythmic assault. "You’re going to take every inch of it, Jane Doe," he muttered, his hand moving in a frantic, blurred motion. He was feral now, his fantasies shifting from the library to his own bed, imagining her legs hooked over his shoulders while he worked her clit and fucked her ass at the same time. He wanted to see her face get red, her eyes watering as he bottomed out in her bowels, stretching her into a messy, broken puddle of a girl. He was right on the edge, his heart hammering against his ribs like a basketball hitting the hardwood.

“Do you feel the same?” She took a breath. “Yes. I’ve wanted you for years, every time you teased me, every time you looked at me like I was the only person in the room, every time you lost a bet and still smiled like you won — I wanted to drag you somewhere private and fuck you until we both forgot our names. The bet was my excuse too, I thought if I made it a game, it wouldn’t scare me but it did and it still does.” They stood there, naked, close to themselves, breathing heavily

"Anyway, I smell like stress and cheap coffee. I am going to take a shower and wash the statistics out of my brain." She entered into the bathroom and soon enough, I could hear the shower started running. It felt like I could finally breathe when she was out of the room. I opened my laptop again and stared at the the username “Architect_D” ‘I am a strict, experienced dominant.’ his profile stated. ‘I value structure, clear boundaries, and absolute obedience. If you are looking for games, look elsewhere. If you are looking to surrender control to someone who will take care of your body and mind, message me.’

Why did I think they would treat me like a princess? I lay still, staring at the ceiling above me. It is a plain white flat surface with nothing else to distract me from my thoughts, and for the first time, I wish these two idiots would be into fine art or something. Then I would have something to look at and keep my mind from spiraling. Tears prickle my eyes, but I keep them because the blurry sheet will fall if I blink. I don’t want them to see my weakness.

Suit pouted childishly at Anderson, and continued, “Do we have a deal, Mr. Anderson?” Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive ten stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation.

"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."

“Absolutely, Master, I am yours. Have you never even fantasized about having a slave before?” “The last woman I was with was my wife; we never played any fantasy games. I have not touched anyone in ten years.” I felt the pang of loss begin to grow in my chest again. “Master, I am so sorry. I never knew you were married. May I make a suggestion that might help you to understand what you have gotten yourself into?” “I would be glad to hear anything you have to say.” She then suggested a couple of websites for me to read. Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try.

she said, voice huskier than she meant. Jake grinned. “Deepest, dirtiest fantasy. No holding back.” She could’ve lied. Could’ve said something tame. Instead the alcohol and the way three pairs of eyes locked on her made the truth spill out before she could stop it. “I want to be filled. Everywhere. At the same time.” Her cheeks burned but she didn’t look away. “Three cocks. One in my mouth, one in my pussy, one in my ass. Stretching me until I can’t think. Making me scream so loud the neighbors call the cops.”

Susan’s POV I was lazily scrolling through my OnlyFans page when a new comment popped up under one of my latest posts. “I wish I could get a video of you getting fucked. That’s my biggest fantasy.” My heart skipped a beat. I bit my lip and typed back immediately:“I wish I had someone to fuck for y’all, but I don’t.”