Desires—a place where fantasies are made flesh and dreams become real.
From BDSM to being a dog, Desires can provide it with bells on, if
that’s your kink.
Clifford’s only desire is to regain her sexual confidence after her
recent escape from an abusive marriage. She joins Desires looking for
re-education in the joys of her body. There is only one condition; her
contract states emotional attraction between tutor and student is
forbidden. Stacie is fine with that; her heart is so battered she has no
desire to give it to anyone else.
Then she meets her
instructor, Dan. Instantly attracted, at first Stacie thinks it will
help to make her sexually comfortable with him. But when she realises
she is falling in love, she can’t tear herself away, contract or no.
Stacie knows that, no matter how kind and caring Dan appears, he’s just
doing his job. Can Stacie overcome her own Desires and walk away?
Stacie walked up the three wide steps leading to the large entrance
porch of the imposing Georgian building. The bitter winter air made her
nose hairs cringe and seemed to batter its way in between the buttons of
her thick wool coat. She took a deep anxious breath wondering, not for
the first time, why on earth she was there. She glanced back at the car
park, overhung by snow-clad trees. Her little car glimmered in the pale
light of the winter moon. She could just walk back to the still-warm
haven and drive away. But her feet wouldn’t obey the sensible part of
her brain that told her to go, and go now! The snappy wind blew her hair
into her face. She brushed it away and turned her attention back to the
There was an intercom situated on the
right hand side of the old oak double doors. Her life had to change—she
knew that. She had to try, or she’d be forever wondering.
Stacie stepped further onto the porch and glanced at her reflection in
the darkened glass pane inset into the door. She tried to peer through,
but could see nothing. It’s like the privacy glass on celebrity
limousines, she thought, then shrugged. She fumbled in her handbag, and
brought out her lip gloss, applying a quick sweep. It did nothing to
calm the expression of trepidation on the face she saw reflected back to
her, but at least now she had shiny lips. She tried to gulp down the
nervous lump in her throat, and pressed the buzzer.
squeezed her eyes shut and relished the brush of his hands on her flesh
as he exposed her to his view. Stacie inhaled deeply, pushing out her
chest toward him, knowing that he had full view of her cleavage bursting
out of her sparkling bra.
Stacie placed her hands back on her breasts, squeezing and kneading
the soft lush flesh. Her mind filled with flickering random images. Dan
kissing her, Dan touching her, Dan making love to her while she screamed
in ecstasy. Her pussy quivered and she squeezed her muscles, feeling
pulses shooting directly from her nipples to her core. How much longer
could she wait for him to touch her?
Desperately, she moved her hands up and down her hips and waist. Then
back to her breasts, squeezing them tight, feeling more eager than ever,
feeling frustrated. She wanted, needed to be naked, to feel flesh
Again Stacie felt Dan come back close to her. He wrapped his arms
around her reaching for the back of the bra to unclasp it. All he had to
do was lower her back against the satin cover and she would let him
take her, then and there. Stacie quivered. She was ready.