Untold Desires Novels & Stories

This was something far beyond the desire for a woman's body--if only Alethia knew what he wanted to do to her right at the moment. But she wouldn't know, at least not yet. Now he has to douse his desire lest they make headlines the next morning--"21ST CENTURY DESIRES: A stepfather and daughter's shenanigans on a hospital bed." He sighed with reason. Then he tactfully pushed his manhood in between his inner thighs and pressed his legs together in hopes of beating down the desire. But it kept jerking incessantly as if it was breathin; as if it had a mind of its own. God help him.

Being the other woman felt like whoring even though I wasn't sleeping with him; it felt wrong. We finished breakfast, and James and I went upstairs to get ready. The moment we stepped into the bedroom. He pulled me into his arms and embraced me. Hugging me tightly, he crashed his lips against mine and began to kiss me desperately. My body was betraying me, and I did not know what to do. He travelled to my neck and grazed his teeth against where a mark should be. Sucking the skin, I moaned and felt wetness pool between my legs. My body wanted him. My wolf craved him. I pressed my thigh together to control myself while I moaned. This was unfair. He was skilful, and I was untouched; how the fuc

She was an embodiment of captivating sensuality, a magnet for desire that stirred a primal longing within him. Caught in the grips of an intoxicating mixture of curiosity and arousal, Aiden found himself unable to look away. His own desires ignited, his body responding to the alluring spectacle before him. This unexpected encounter had awakened a side of him that he never knew existed, fueling his darkest fantasies and leaving him yearning for more.

~Lola~ The need to be taken by Mr. Monroe was becoming unbearable. It was meant to be a seduction, but it ended up turning into desires instead. The origins of my desires are a mystery to me; I just can’t seem to put my finger on them. All I know is that when Mr. Monroe grabbed my ass, I wanted more. The need to have one’s needs met awakens from its momentary slumber within. With a lopsided grin, he leaned closer to me and said, "You are playing with fire, Mrs. Monroe. The need to part your legs and bury me deep inside you is becoming irresistible, Mi Amor." His voice, all raspy and masculine, was too much for me to bear. I looked up at him, feeling desperate and helpless.

her voice roiling with desire and desperation. She desired the utmost pleasure—to feel him radiate his warmth from deep within her. Her plea was too strong for him to resist; her pure yearning appealed to his baser desires. They were both conscious that their parents were just downstairs, which added to the excitement. He let go of all control and gave in to the overwhelming sensation growing within him with a mere growl. Their bodies turned into a whirl of frantic motions, synchronised in an ecstasy-filled dance, the result of their desires combining into one explosive moment.

“That’s the one thing I can’t seem to write.” “Why not?” he asked. “Because I don’t know how to describe it without sounding fake.” He studied me for a moment. “Maybe that’s because you think desire is only about the physical. But it isn’t.” I met his gaze, waiting. He continued, “Desire can be wanting to understand someone completely. It can be curiosity, admiration, or even silence between two people who can’t stop thinking about each other. It’s not always about touch.” His voice was low, steady, almost thoughtful enough to make the room feel smaller.

Except this time around, they were filled with something else—pure, untamed lust. He wanted her. He wanted to devour her. He needed to cure the insatiable desire he had riling up within him for the past one year. And that untamed desire drove him into saying the next words that rolled off his throat, “Hand my control back to me.”

My chest tightened until it felt like my ribs might crack from the pressure. I dragged in a sharp inhale through my nose and pressed my fingers hard against my temples, nails digging into skin. Get her out of your head. But it was useless. Completely, devastatingly useless. Because it wasn't just desire anymore. Lust, I could handle. Lust was simple, primal, something that could be satisfied and forgotten. But this—this was something else entirely. Something far more dangerous than want, more terrifying than need.

They are not too obvious but I can read red and green. I scroll through the channels, trying to find anything interesting to watch. But my mind is occupied. Occupied by thoughts of Lance and Cliff. I am trying to figure out what is wrong that they haven't touched me. Truth is,I miss their touch. I want them to treat me like a slut,their slut. Over the days they have distanced themselves from me, one thing became very clear; I desire them. I desire the men that own me. I want them to drag me to their bed and fuck my brains out. I want to be bend down by the shower and fucked senseless. I want to cum so many times that I lose count.

Maggie licked my chest, then down my stomach, collecting some on her tongue and swallowing it. “I love how you taste, Johnny. All of you. And I love pleasing you.” “I love pleasing you too, Mags.” “What else can I do for you, though, Johnny? Don’t you have some deep desire? Some dark secret? Ask me! Maybe I’ll say yes.” “It’s, uh, it’s kind of perverted.” “Out with it.” “Hmmm. Okay. I’ve always wanted to fuck my wife’s ass. But she won’t hear of it. ‘Said sodomy is against God.”