Stories Desired Novels & Stories

“Now what are we to do with her?” “Anything, my dear Clara.” replied Narissa. “Anything at all. We can bring different men to fuck her everyday until her pussy shies away from cocks.” “Good idea.” “I know, right, Loretta?” “Or we could turn your into our very own Onlyfans star. Make money from videos and pictures we sell of you.” “N-no, please.” “What do you say, Renee?” Narissa asked the woman who had been sitting on the bed the whole while. “What makes her so special that our husbands want to die because of her?”

She pouted. "Mami, I don't care. All I know is I want you to pack our bags before I return." He snapped. "Someone is on his period" She whispered waving hand at the friendly receptionist. After packing the bags up, she opened the curtains. Looking at the busy street, she will miss taking tea while hussain is hugging her behind. She sighed softly, this is not how she wanted her vacation to end. She wanted to leave a memory behind and now all the memory she will leave behind, is that of her husband fighting his brother.

“Hey, I need more than that!” He spun around and caged me to the wall. “Just trust me, little one.” “No! I need to know, why don’t you tell me?” I was outraged. He constantly avoided the topic. Damon pressed against me and leaned closer to my ear. “He was under my command for a while We fought together in a few wars. Vadas isn’t all that prince charming. He is a monster. Stay away from him. End of talk.” And he strode away, leaving me only more questions. Fuck these males and their tempers.

The provocative invitation hangs heavy in the air, a challenge issued directly to Y/N. *Swallowing hard, Y/N's gaze flickers between Stefanie's wanton display and the lewd images on the screen, mind reeling with forbidden temptation. A thrill courses through their veins as they consider the taboo opportunity presented - to fulfill the dark desires of the beautiful, married woman before them.* *"Mommy..." Y/N breathes, voice trembling slightly as they step closer, drawn in by Stefanie's intoxicating allure. "I've never... done anything like this before."*

He slapped my face with it twice, smirking. “Beg for it.” I was panting, tears in my eyes, spit running down my chin. “Please…” I whispered, voice hoarse. Damien grabbed my chin roughly, forcing me to look up at him. “Louder. Tell us what you want, Serena.” I swallowed hard, my pussy aching and dripping onto the floor. “Please… fuck me. Use me. I want both of you.” Victor chuckled darkly. “Oh we’re going to, baby. We’re going to fuck you stupid and fill both your holes with cum.”

I said slowly, “is it about emotional connection… or physical desire?” Jeff paused. Just slightly. Then he answered carefully. “It can be interpreted both ways.” I hummed softly, pretending to think. “And what about forbidden attraction?” His eyes lifted from the page. “Forbidden?” he repeated. “Yes,” I said innocently. “Like when someone wants something they know they probably shouldn’t.” The silence stretched for a moment then Jeff closed the book gently. “That interpretation,” he said slowly, “would depend on context.” My heart fluttered. Oh yes.

Well, I know I’ve been long in setting up my little story here, but this is where our story gets interesting. After one of those aforementioned “hard days of work,” I went to the local watering hole with my best friend Stacy. We had always been close; we roomed together in college, and now we’re both personal trainers, so she felt my plight when it came to nights like this. I was throwing back wines like it was going out of style which always seemed to be occurring on half-price wine Wednesdays while listening to Stacy tell some of her racy and risqué stories of conquest. Stacy had taken to catering to the good-looking sector of our clientele and had taken to seducing them. She noted how “it

“Hard and deep, for hours, until she screams herself hoarse with pleasure. They say his cock is thick as a man’s wrist and he never tires. And the blessings… gods, her family’s fields burst with grain, their coffers overflow with gold, and every child born after is strong and beautiful. Who wouldn’t want to be the one he chooses?” I had stood ankle-deep in the stream, scrubbing a tunic in silence while my stomach twisted. I wanted none of it. Not the beast. Not the endless rutting they described like some holy ecstasy. Not the fate of being dragged away to whatever shadowed lair he called home, to be claimed and bred and kept like a prized possession. I was nineteen summers old. My fingers w

“I’ve seen the most marvelous places. There’s this small village in the north, perched on the edge of a cliff. The sunsets there are like nothing you’ve ever seen.” Her stories flowed easily, each one more colorful than the last. She spoke of faraway lands, exotic foods, and strange customs she had encountered and here I was smiling and laughing more than I had in weeks, forgetting, for a little while, about the strange new reality I had been thrust into. “You must join me on one of my trips sometime,” Zelda said with a wink. “A bit of adventure is good for the soul, don’t you think?” “I think I’d like that,” I said, and I meant it. Her stories were so vivid and so full of life that I could

Story 4 Title: Artist’s Muse Blurb: Lena, an art student, agrees to model for enigmatic painter DamienCross, known for his sensual, provocative work. As she disrobes, Damien instructs her in how to pose, breathe, and expose hervulnerabilities, not just her body. Each session becomes more intense,as their connection deepens into obsession. The canvas isn’t the only place Damien explores her, soon, their bodies and emotions become intertwined in a passionate, reckless affair.