Untold Desires Novels & Stories

“Say how much you want this. Tell me exactly.” The demand makes my face burn with shame. Admitting it feels dirtier than anything. “I want everything inside me. I want my stepbrother’s cock stretching my pussy. I’ve fantasized about you filling me up for so long. Fuck me. Please. Make me yours.” That is all it takes.

“Neither am I.” Outside, the city continued, indifferent. Inside the loft, the night stretched ahead of them, already too short. Aria’s phone remained facedown on the nightstand, ignored. Somewhere across the city her mother probably assumed the contracts had been dropped off hours ago and Aria was already home. She wasn’t. She was naked in her uncle’s bed, his cum still inside her, his heartbeat steady against her back, and for the first time in years the wanting did not feel like something she had to bury.

I didn’t want to ask my friends, so I turned to a stranger in the dark. ThirdLeg was a masterclass. We spent dozens of nights exchanging the filthiest thoughts imaginable. He taught me the geography of my own desire. “There’s no pressure to stick anything inside yet, baby,” he’d purr into my ear. “You can get maximum pleasure just by stroking it.”

I stared at the screen for a long time. For the first time, I realized something terrifying. This wasn’t just desire anymore. This was war.

“God, Daddy. I want you to use all my holes. I want you to use me. I’ll be your good girl always.” Damn, my sweetheart was a fucking smoking piece of ass. She talked the right kind of dirty that had my balls drawing up and nearly causing me to come and fill her up. I wanted to go slow so this would last all fucking night, but I was too far gone. No amount of jerking off could tame my dark, twisted desire for my daughter. I thrusted deep in her, stretching her tiny cunt out even more. Elena cried out for more, begging me to fuck harder. And I gave my girl what she wanted.

"I want to sit her down and make her confess every dirty, taboo thought she has ever had about us. I want her to say it out loud, in explicit detail, while I listen and take notes. I want her to describe exactly how she touches her swollen clit. I want her to tell me whose cock she imagines stretching her hole. And when she is completely stripped bare emotionally, when she is crying and begging me to let her leave, I want to bend her over my desk and fuck her from behind while she sobs. I want to feel her tight pussy clench around my cock while her mind shatters into pieces. I am a doctor of psychology. I am supposed to heal trauma. Instead, I fantasize about manufacturing it just so I can f

She then pushed him away and hit him in the abdomen with her elbow after realizing how shameless she was acting in that moment. She then turned to look in his eyes and found his eyes dark and filled with uncomfortable burning desires and she pleaded with hers hoping he would feel some remorse. Frustrated he let go of her and beat her up without any mercy and raped her continuously until she lost consciousness. She was awakened by cold water splashed on her face.

For even having desires in the first place. But tonight, stripped down by one of my mates, in the office of an art auction, my nipples ached, core dripping with desire. I felt something new blooming inside as Pandora watched her mate carefully, desperate to be unleashed to claim him as our own, but aching to be tamed. By him. No man had ever made me feel so powerful, so wanted before. However far he planned to take this game tonight, I was willing to follow him. All the fucking way as Pandora unleashed a new side of me.

I confessed between kisses, the words punctuating the unspoken connection that bound us. Tension mounted with every touch, every stolen breath, as his hands explored the contours of my body. Our dialogue became a heated exchange of whispered confessions and promises that resonated with the symphony of our entwined bodies. The room filled with the scent of desire, an unspoken acknowledgment of the depth of our connection. He, his lips grazing my ear, whispered promises of exploration and shared adventures. "I want to unravel every layer of you, Solnishko, discover the depths of your desires and make every fantasy a reality."

I resisted, but my desires took over. For three years after leaving Matteo, I had tried not to think about my desires for him, but it was impossible. Thoughts of him lingered, driving away any other men who came into my life. No one compared to him. Allowing my fingers to glide slowly down my body, I sighed, leaning against the shower wall. I couldn't recall the last time I had touched myself. Since having Kendall, I had convinced myself my libido was dead, but I knew better. It was alive because of Matteo.