Untold Desires Novels & Stories

Not rational desire—instinct, uncontrollable, possessive. "Do you want this?" My voice came out so low and raw I barely recognized it.

The silence stretched, heavy with anticipation. "Describe them," Marcus commanded. Eve's breath caught. "I don't—" "Describe," Thomas echoed, his voice dropping, intimate. "In detail. We must understand the depth of your corruption to purify it." She closed her eyes, the darkness making it easier to speak. "I imagine... strong hands. Holding me down. Touching me where I'm not supposed to be touched. I imagine... submitting. Completely. Being used. Being... broken." "Where specifically?" Marcus asked, clinical, cold. "Where do you imagine these hands touching?"

"Website? What website?" "It's a website where we post things about gossip and stuff it's kinda like that show I watch called Gossip Girl." She sat at the edge of my desk, typing on her phone. "Anyway, Seth has commitment issues, but he was in an interview yesterday, and he said he might try to find a woman at the ice ball that catches his eyes. And hopefully, that's me," she stated confidently. "Well good luck with that. There thousands of other girls out there just saying," I told her as she leaved.

"Tell me what you want. What you really want, your deepest dirty desires that you never voiced" She bites her lip, her face flushing red with embarrassment. "I-I want you to take control," she whispers, her voice shaking. "To do whatever you want with me." Kade's eyes widened, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. He had fantasized about this moment countless times, but nothing could prepare him for the reality of it. He had dreamed of being able to fulfill Lily's deepest desires, of bringing her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. Her admission sparked a flame within him, and he knew instantly that he would stop at nothing to satisfy her every craving.

I touch his neck, spreading my legs wider. He breaks the kiss, and in the heat of the silence, he stares into my eyes. I can see the burn of desire burning in his pupils. His breath is haggard, and I watch as his eyes lower to my chest. “If I don't take you now…” I nod, “I understand.” I push my back off the wall, and turn around. He undoes my zipper, and then turns me back to face him. As soon as he places his tongue on my nipple, I feel the tension roll off my body.

And the next hour was filled with a deep conversation. Tom admitted he didn’t know if he was bisexual or not. He’d never acted on anything like this before, but he’d had fantasies of watching Janice get fucked by other men. He’d buried them deep because he was terffied she’d think he was weak or sick…or even worse…a pervert. Remembering all the nasty smut she reads, Janice could only smile internally, telling him to never feel ashamed of his sexual fantasies or kink. It was normal and he could have trusted her over these years so they could talk about it.

I should be done. I want more. Ryan positions himself behind me. I expect him to push into my pussy again – but instead, his thumb presses against my other hole. “Has anyone ever fucked you here?” “No.” My voice shakes. “Never.” “Do you want me to?” I think about Daniel. About all the things I wanted to try, all the fantasies I whispered to him late at night, all the times he called me dirty and made me feel ashamed for wanting more. “Yes,” I say. “I want everything. I want to walk down the aisle tomorrow having done everything he never let me do.”

I knew this was wrong, I should push these feelings away, but they clung to me fiercely. I heard my sister's moan from the other end of the hall. The ache between my legs deepened. Without thinking, I tugged my top up, I let my fingers graze over my sensitive skin, the hardened peaks a vivid reminder of my new desires. My pussy was already slick with desire and I quickly discarded my panties, exposing my throbbing cunt. I ran a finger up my slit, letting out a loud sigh as my fingers traced my clit. My eyes shut tightly and my head fell back as I imagined it was Liam's tongue on me, his fingers inside me, his cock filling me completely. My sister's moans were not even helping, it intensified

in the dark. She tried to move on. Went on dates. Let men take her home. But their touches felt wrong—too gentle, too clumsy, too singular. Nothing compared to being claimed by three at once, nothing matched the way they’d made her feel wanted, filthy, perfect. The passion had been incandescent—filthy, consuming, everything. But it was never love. It was hunger. And hunger eventually starves. She sat alone in her room one night—windows open to the summer air, phone silent on the nightstand.

I could feel the heat between my legs, the way my nipples had stiffened against my bra. Mr. Black was offering me everything I thought I wanted for my career… at a price I had never imagined. And the terrifying part? A dark, secret part of me was already aching to say yes.