Forbidden desires Stories

Jack’s fingers lingered a moment longer, drawing a shiver from me as Mark watched, silent and transfixed. Jack’s eyes met mine, then flicked to Mark, a silent question passing between them. I felt the heat of their attention, the anticipation thick in the air. Jack leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. “Let’s take this somewhere more comfortable.” He took my hand, leading me down the hallway. My legs felt unsteady, e...

The morning after, the house was too quiet. I woke tangled in the sheets, the ache between my legs a reminder of everything Jack and I had done. The air still smelt faintly of sex and sweat. For a moment, I lay perfectly still, listening for any sign of Mark. All I heard was the distant hum of the fridge and the faint tick of the hallway clock. Jack was gone. He’d slipped out before dawn, careful and silent, leaving nothi...

The evening began like so many others: my husband, Mark, and I gathered around the table with Jack, laughter and the clink of glasses filling the air. The sun was setting, casting golden light through the window and painting the room in warm, honeyed tones. Mark and Jack had been friends since university. They bonded over late-night study sessions, football matches, and wild nights out. Over the years, Jack became a regul...

Clint stood on the front porch, his hands in his coat pockets. Though he couldn't have known I'd arrive at that exact moment, I wanted to believe he'd somehow sensed my approach and was waiting for me. Pulling into the gravel driveway, I tore my gaze from him long enough to study the house we'd inherited from our grandmother. It was a little more weathered and worn, with a dark shutter hanging askew, but mostly the same a...

The pub was a grimy, dim-lit hole where desperation hung thick in the air. Jack sat alone at a corner table, nursing a pint of lager that had gone flat. He wasn’t here for the drink; he was here to escape the gnawing emptiness that had been eating away at him for weeks. But then he saw her. She didn’t just walk into the room; she commanded it. His gaze locked onto her as though she’d stepped out of some forbidden dream, a...

I stare blankly at the wall, feeling the weight of the Admiral's arm still draped over me, his steady breathing tickling the back of my neck. The chaos of the past twenty-four hours seems distant, almost surreal as if the physical intensity had burned through the layers of confusion. I turn slightly, careful not to wake him, and glance at his face. His usual intensity is softened by sleep, and for a moment, I let myself w...