Their Secret Obsession Novels & Stories

Her eyebrows arch as she moans softly in her sleep. “Hmm.” I smile, her soft sound reminding me what we were doing before we heard the gunshots. “That was a waste.” I murmur. I almost got a taste of one of the fantasies I have been silently wanting for years. Mel soft lips wrapped around my dick. I shudder at the thought. “Who knows? Maybe, I would have satisfied this… this obsession, and gotten you out of here, far from this crazy world I brought you into.” Staring at her face, I climb in the space next to her and lie down, wondering if I would actually be able to let her go in the end.

I continued reading, diving back into the intense narrative that, somehow, now merged with our reality in that office committed to secrets and desires. His eyes sparkled with daring as I took out my notebook and opened my book. My skin blushed with shyness, and I bit my lip, feeling my boss's perceptive eyes examine every little detail of my reactions. “Mika entered the nightclub, determined to bury the wounds caused by an ex who had hurt her deeply. Inside, she encountered a promising young man willing to guide her through overcoming pain and fears. Pleasure then became her refuge." My voice faltered as I noticed the CEO's change in posture and his more intense gaze staring at me. This enig

Friends noticed, colleagues whispered, but Adrian only smiled, thinking it was love, devotion, care. By the end of the week, Evan had fully established the rhythm of their lives. Adrian’s world revolved around Evan’s presence, his days carefully curated, his nights orchestrated for comfort and intimacy. Evan’s obsessive traits were fully visible now: constant checking, calculated proximity, subtle domination, unwavering control. Yet Adrian saw only love, devotion, and tenderness. And that was the dangerous part. Evan’s obsession had crossed every boundary he had tested before, yet Adrian welcomed it, craving it, addicted to the careful balance of dominance and tenderness. Evan knew it was pe

Pero isang comment ang mabilis na lumabas ngunit hindi na napansin ni Angelo. [Anonymous: Nice try, but you can’t hide the truth forever.]

"But you’re the only one I trust to hold the controls." He turned to her, the gray of his eyes matching the river. "Let’s go. Your mother is waiting for the report on the groundbreaking." As they walked back to the car, the fog began to lift, revealing the skeletal frame of the city. Ava realized that the higher they climbed, the thinner the air became—and the more they had to rely on each other just to maintain their footing. The following Tuesday, the frenetic energy of the groundbreaking began to settle into a steady, rhythmic grind. As the sun dipped low, casting long, amber stripes across the executive floor, the office became unusually quiet.

"That's if you're willing to check it out" I furrowed my brows, crossing my arms. “Really? And where is this mysterious place you’re talking about?” “A club,” he said, his voice dropping almost to a whisper. “It’s one of the famous ones here....and since tonight’s Friday… the energy is going to be insane....trust me, there'll be live music, dancing, wild games. You can just think of it as a night of fun...no thoughts, just fun...It’s an experience you'd really love”

“Before I became insanely and dangerously obsessed with one woman.” He defeated my insecurity once again, and I felt foolish for letting it bother me in the first place. “Was this one of the secrets you mentioned earlier?” He cocked his head slightly when he absorbed the question. “No. The purpose of a secret is to conceal shame. I have no shame in paying for sex.”

A third dick in her asshole and she would be stretched to full capacity. As I watch Becks play with her toy, I think to myself—I want to be the one stimulating her clit. The one fucking her pussy. I want to watch her lose her shit over my cock. I want her to admit to knowing about my secret camera; to admit that she’s just as fucked up as I am. I want to fuck her. I want to watch her come undone on my tongue. My obsession with Becks creeps up on me without warning. My newest fixation.

Everyone else was where they were supposed to be, but I wasn’t about to waste another second playing fair. I walked quickly, purposefully, until I reached Seb’s locker. I glanced left, then right. Empty hall. Perfect. I’d already managed to get his passcode earlier this week, people underestimate how easy it is to watch someone when they’re not paying attention. He thought he was clever, but I was smarter. I typed the numbers in. The lock clicked open. Inside, a pile of books and random junk. But one thing caught my eye immediately: a small black box shoved into the corner. There was a sloppy label on the top in Seb’s handwriting: Secret.

Just the two of us smiling, tangled up in stolen kisses, moments that felt like forever. But the second folder? “Obsessiom”—marked with a red heart. That one was filled with the photos I never meant to show anyone. Shots of her in her quietest, rawest moments. Making coffee in my shirt. Sleeping with her lips parted in the pantry, cheeks flushed, skin glowing under bad office lighting. She had no idea how many nights I spent scrolling through those images like a man starved. She doesn’t even realize it—I’ve been obsessed. Every photo, every angle, every second she’s within reach, I’m memorizing her like I’ll never get to touch her again.