Novel & Cerita Stories Desired

Natalie’s POV I shuddered with desire as I slipped one finger into my moist cunt. An overwhelming mixture of relief and pleasure engulfed me and I relaxed against the wall, parting my legs further to allow easy passage for my finger. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I slid my finger in and out of my pussy, eager to quench the flames of desire that I’d suppressed for weeks. After Jake, I’d made a promise to never touch myself until I could find someone else to fuck me. But against the desire that threatened to consume me, that promise meant nothing.

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The next day at work felt like absolute torture. I was the manager of Velvet Desires, an upscale adult store located in a quiet corner of the city. We sold high-end toys, luxurious lingerie, premium lubes, and everything a woman could possibly want to explore her deepest fantasies. Normally I loved my job. I helped shy customers find their first vibrator, recommended the perfect bullet for discreet public play, and smiled through awkward conversations with complete confidence. Today, however, I could barely concentrate on anything.

They wanted it big. She loved the idea. A big wedding was always her dream since childhood. She told Dominic about her wedding scrapbook she made when she was younger and Dominic promised to bring that to life. He was the sweetest man ever. She couldn’t hurt him like that. She had to tell him about the night she had with Jax a few years ago. But she was scared…scared he’ll leave her. Everything had just started going smoothly in her life. She didn’t want to ruin it with something like that.

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.”