Stories Desired Novels & Stories

"I wish for Matteo to see the world again. I wish Matteo a safe and happy life. I wish to always stay by Matteo's side." Every single wish had been about him. Some had come true. Some would never come true, not in this lifetime. Next, she unfolded the other note. It was Matteo's wish. "I wish to regain my sight. I wish for Becky to be well." Every word was about him and Rebecca. Not a single one about her. So that was the truth. He had never resented Rebecca for leaving him. He had willingly taken on the suffering of that accident for her, without hesitation, without regret.

And for the first time in any session, I felt my eyes sting. But I didn’t cry. I never cried. “I think you’re dangerous,” I whispered instead. He nodded slowly. “And I think you’re afraid of being wanted for the wrong reasons.” I leaned forward, voice shaking with a heat I couldn’t explain. “You don’t get it, do you? I need it. I need the high. The touch. The rush. I need to be filled until I forget I exist.” “And when it’s over?” he asked. “When they leave—how long does it take before you feel empty again?”

he whispered. Meera snuggled closer, completely spent but deeply satisfied. In Alexander’s arms, she felt safe, loved, and utterly claimed. Their story had begun as forbidden desire between a powerful man and his young maid. Now, it was becoming something much deeper — a love that refused to be denied.

My heart was going faster than it should have been but I kept my voice even. “My roommate’s staying at her boyfriend’s all weekend. So I have the room to myself. We could just watch movies… or maybe rewatch a few episodes of The Vampire Diaries?” Everyone liked TVD. Darcy chuckled at that, “Is that what you do in your free time?” I nodded, smiling because I had actually made him laugh. “Yeah. Is there something wrong with that?” “Nothing’s wrong with it. I just can’t rewatch any series I have already seen.”

She would practically tear my clothes off me while keeping up a running line of dialog: “Hurry lover, hurry. My husband can’t wait to see you shove your big meaty cock into me. He loves to watch other men fuck me, make me scream and then shoot their cum in me. He gets off on watching hard cocks slide into my sexy body. He wants to hear me scream for you to fuck me harder, to beg you to go faster and to shoot your cream deep inside me. Look at him sitting over there in that chair playing with himself while you fuck his woman.”

She already knew that would be expected. Damon’s bedroom was even larger than hers. The massive king-sized bed dominated the room, covered in black silk sheets. Damon stood by the windows wearing only a pair of dark gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips, revealing the deep V of his sculpted abs and the outline of his heavy cock. “Close the door,” he ordered. Ara obeyed. “So today’s scene,” he said, “is about a submissive woman meeting her ex one last time before her wedding. She knows it’s wrong. She knows she shouldn’t. But she can’t resist him. She lets him ruin her for her future husband. That’s the energy I want.”

Crotches packed thick in jeans, some so obvious she could see the outlines, hard and ready from watching the women dance. One guy leaned against the wall, muscles flexing as he chatted up a girl, broad chest under a torn t-shirt, pants tight over a thick bulge that shifted as he laughed. She imagined him watching her get fucked, stroking that cock slowly, pre-cum dripping as he waited his turn. Another sat at the bar, beard thick and dark, eyes raking over a woman's ass like he wanted to bend her over right there; she pictured his rough hands on her tits, pinching hard while Jax thrust into her from behind, his cock veiny and hot.

Aiden replied by adding a smile emoticon. Sasha returned his messages back, along with an incoming message from Stacy and this was what Aiden was most worried about. Stacy was very aggressive, without being provoked she always tried to seduce him with her body, especially when she also read the story. It must be very bad because Stacy is often paired with Aiden for photoshoots. "Aiden, is this true story about you?" Stacy wrote in her message. "What is the story ?" He replied. "The title is I Know You Want Me. The gossip of this story is based on your experience."

I replied as I went in for another kiss. She smiles and puts her finger on my lips to prevent me from kissing her. "Yes or no?" She asks again. "Yes my angel. I've fantasized about this for years." I said shyly. Her smile got brighter almost as if it began to radiate light like the sun. "You picked a good wife that will fulfill all your wild dreams don't you?" Dahlia asks as she removed her finger. "Yes, my gorgeous wife will always want to make my naughtiest dreams come true." I said as I went back to kiss her again.

She was winning. Days turned to weeks. More accidents: Bending over in the laundry room, ass up as she “searched” for a sock, pussy lips peeking from under shorts. Brushing past him in narrow halls, her hand “slipping” to graze his cock. Each time, Ethan’s fantasies grew darker—tying her up, edging her until she begged, then fucking her raw. Lila reveled in it, masturbating nightly to the thought of him begging, “Please, Lila, let me fuck you. I need it.”