Dark Desires: Forbidden romance stories

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DARK DESIRES: Forbidden romance stories is a collection of short steamy stories. Let's explore those toe-curling sensations together. Forbidden things tend to be more fun, right? if you agree with me, join me in this journey.

NB: This work is not a sole creation but a partnership between two authors.

Author Winnie Wamae and Redbutterfly

Klaus and Sera 1

I was bored and I needed an outlet. Without anything to do, the evening was getting longer than it was supposed to be.

I scrolled through the channels for the umpteenth time trying to find anything enticing to watch but… nothing could catch my attention.

Being a Saturday, my schedule would always be packed before but not today. Today was unusual and I could hardly remember the last weekend I had all to myself.

After breaking up with Tony, my ex boyfriend, weekends scared me because they were lonely and brought back so many memories. Memories I wanted to forget.

I was so used to spending my weekends with him but after he chose to move to another city, everything went down the hill.

I was never one to do long distance relationships because, as weird as it sounded, I loved sex and I was faithful. So when he informed me about his decision to move, a decision he made without consulting me, I proposed for a breakup and he readily agreed.

Ironical coming from a man who had promised me eternity. Yeah. We were almost getting married after being together for years.

For a week, I blamed myself for making an abrupt decision wishing that I could go to him and apologise. I was almost buying the plane ticket until I learned that he moved away with my best friend Linda, and all of a sudden, things started to add up.

Turns out he wanted to move to another city with another woman. And my bff at that! What an idiot I was.

I couldn't imagine that he was dicking the both of us at the same time.

And Linda! That bitch!

Apparently, I was never part of his plans for the future.

Learning the truth stung like a bee sting. Or even worse. After all, Tony and I had dated for five years. Five fucking good years! What an arse!

I always envisioned our future together. You know, married, children and having sex all over the house. On the couch, on the kitchen counter, in the laundry room atop the machine, in the bathtub as we soaked, in the shower, on the bed in all positions and such. There was no denying the fact that Tony was a good dick and he gave it to me the way I liked it: rough.

But alas! Reality smacked me on the face as it laughed at me. It had all been my wishful thinking. What