EDEN: Steamy Forbidden Pleasures
⚠️ Warning: [ Smut! Smut! Smut! ahead. For audiences 18yrs and older. Readers discretion is strongly advised. Enter at your own detriment.]
He leaned in again, his breath warm and intoxicating on my ear, and he gave me a deep, possessive kiss. "Now," he whispered, his voice a low, gravelly promise that settled deep in my core. "Now let Daddy feed you his cock."
He straightened up and, with a powerful, smooth motion, reached for the waistband of his faded grey sweatpants. He pulled them down, and as the thin fabric dropped to his ankles, I saw it.
His cock.
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Welcome to EDEN....or in other words (Paradise): Where Pain is Pleasure👄. Desire is Control😈, and sin lingers like an afterthought.
This is a collection of different erotic forbidden tales that are bound to make you drip under the covers. It's not just a book, but a need, a release.....an escape. Contains mature/raw explicit scenes, strong vulgar languages, taboo relationships layered with Bondage, Dominance, Submission, Degradation and Power play dynamics.
If this is your kink, I dare you to venture into the forbidden🍏.....
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Chapter: Reckless Cinema Fantasy #2 “You’re a monster, Jamie. A fucking monster,” I whispered, collapsing into my own seat, trying to look casual as the trailers began to roll. The cold AC hit my sweat-dampened skin, making me shiver again.“I know. Now sit still and act like a good girl. We’re not done yet.” His voice was low, laced with the promise of more.The theatre gradually filled up...not packed, but enough to feel surrounded. The movie, a cheesy action flick, started, and the darkness deepened. I kept my knees pressed together, trying to contain the warmth and wetness between my legs. Jamie’s knee nudged mine, a silent interrogation.“It’s torture,” I mouthed, glancing around. Everyone was staring straight ahead, mesmerized by the explosions and bad dialogue. We were invisible in the darkness of the back row.Jamie’s hand found my thigh under the dress, squeezing hard. “I can’t wait, Candice. I’m going to pop.”The movie hit its first major action sequence...a long, loud gunfight. The sound was deafening, the
Last Updated: 2025-12-18
Chapter: Reckless Cinema Fantasy #1 ~Candice's POV~ The stale, popcorn scented air hit me the second we pushed through the thick velvet curtains and into Screen 7. It was aggressively cold...the kind of industrial AC blast that felt designed to keep you awake rather than comfortable. The hall was enormous, a black, cavernous void punctuated only by the faded red glow of the emergency exit signs and the faint, rhythmic thump-thump of bass blasting through the walls from the next screening.“See?” I whispered, my voice echoing back at us from the empty seats below. “We beat the crowd. Zero people. Just us.”Jamie grunted, the sound a low, satisfied rumble in his chest. His hand, warm despite the chill, snaked under the hem of my denim jacket and settled on the bare skin of my back, drawing circles low on my spine where my short sundress ended. “The better to eat you with, my dear,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear.We had chosen the very back row, seats H19 and H20, cornered against the wall, the prime spot f
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Chapter: Reunion sex on the plane #2 He pressed his thumb down, grinding hard on my clit, while his fingers drove home, deeper, faster. My entire body arched, my nails digging crescent moons into the smooth skin of his neck. The climax was volcanic. It didn’t just hit; it detonated, tearing through me in wave after wave, making my vision blur and my throat burn with the silent, desperate screams trapped behind the silk. My muscles seized up, my back spasmed, and I collapsed forward onto his chest, completely spent and sobbing uncontrollably.He held me, letting me shake, his hand still buried inside me, stroking the sensitive, convulsing walls of my core. He waited until the tremors subsided, until my breathing was ragged but slowing. Then, slowly, deliberately, he pulled his hand out, the withdrawal a sticky, sensual sound. He lifted his hand to his mouth, his gaze still holding mine. He licked his fingers clean, one by one, slowly, savoring the taste of my desire, his eyes closed in primal satisfaction. The sight wa
Last Updated: 2025-12-17
Chapter: Reunion sex on the plane #1 ~Maria's POV~ It was the sterile, predictable culmination of a successful week. My business trip to Frankfurt had wrapped up, netting a seven-figure deal for the firm, and now I was settling into my window seat in the business class cabin of the overnight flight back to New York. The luxury was routine: the cashmere blanket, the chilled glass of Perrier, the sound-canceling headphones. I needed eight hours of quiet solitude to decompress, mentally running the checklist of next steps.Then I saw him. The gate agent escorted the last passenger down the aisle, and my breath hitched, the little bubble of professional calm popping like cheap plastic. Tariq. He hadn’t changed much, which was a ridiculous thought given that it had only been two years, but in the realm of messy exes and even messier breakups, two years felt like a geological era. He was still impossibly broad in the shoulder, his dark, cropped hair framing a jawline that could probably cut glass, and he wore that signatu
Last Updated: 2025-12-17
Chapter: Only Fans Slut #2I pulled it out, slick with my cream, and licked from base to tip, savoring the musky flavor. 'Tastes like heaven.' Back in it went, harder now, my body chasing release. 'Cum for us, nurse!' I shattered, pussy spasming around the toy, a gush of wetness soaking the sheets. 'Ahhh! Yes, cumming so hard!' Licking the dildo clean, I blew a kiss. $300 that night. Mom's next appointment was covered.By week two, I had regulars. 'Jenna's Live' became appointment viewing. I rotated outfits: catwoman in black latex, ears and tail, claws scratching lightly over my skin. 'Purr for me, kitty.' I did, on hands and knees, tail plug in my ass...new addition, the fullness making every move electric. Teasing my pussy with fingers while the plug shifted, I mewled, 'Meow...want to pet this pussy?'Requests got filthier. 'Double penetration.' I grabbed a slimmer vibe for my ass, easing it beside the plug's vibe...no, just the dildo in front. Wait, tail out, dildo in pussy, fingers in ass. 'Oh fuc
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Chapter: Only fans slut #1~Jenna's POV~ I never thought I'd end up here, staring at my reflection in the dim glow of my bedroom lamp, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. Mom's hospital bills were stacking up faster than I could count, each envelope a fresh stab of panic. The chemo sessions, the specialists....none of it came cheap, and my waitressing gig barely covered rent. That's when I stumbled on it. Only Fans. Women like me, turning desperation into something...empowering? Sexy? I wasn't sure, but the numbers some creators pulled in made my eyes widen. If I could just push through the shame, maybe I could save her.My name's Jenna, 24, with curves that always turned heads but never paid the bills. Long auburn hair, full breasts that strained against any top, and hips that swayed without trying. I set up the account that afternoon, username 'Jenna Lusts', profile pic a teasing shot of me in lingerie. 'Helping a girl out...join the fun and make a difference,' I captioned it vaguely. No one need
Last Updated: 2025-12-16
Sweet Temptations: My lover, My Ex's Father
“When I pictured what today would look like, it never involved me standing here, alone at the alter, humiliated, as the prying eyes of guests etched at me like daggers and hushed whispers rose amongst them, with the collective gasps of disbelief. And worse, the whole world was watching this LIVE on every local news channel”.
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Hi my name is Clarissa, and my perfect fairytale just turned into a public nightmare.
One night before my wedding, I was drugged and woke up in a strange place. Confused, late, and barely holding myself together, I still showed up in my gown, ready to marry the man I loved.
Only to be left standing at the altar. Alone. Humiliated and Live on every local news channel.
But that's not even the cherry on top.
The real heartbreak? Is that not only did he ditch me, but I caught him later…..in bed, sexually tangled in my sister's arms. My blood.
So I did what any broken, furious woman would do.
I turned to the one man who could ruin him,
His powerful, dangerously sexy billionaire father, Victor Gonzales.
It was supposed to be a game. A scandalous way to burn them both.
But Victor isn’t a man you use and walk away from. He’s older. Smarter. Wickedly dominant.
And he’s made it clear, if I play with fire, I will get burned.
Now, I’m caught in a forbidden game of lust, lies, and revenge.
And the more I fall for him, the harder it becomes to remember who’s using who.
He was meant to be a pawn.
But he just might become my greatest temptation….and my deepest downfall.
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Chapter: Chapter 36: Bad Girl ~Clarissa's POV~ The air in the office was cold. Not just physically...the AC must have been set to some New York City winter blast, making the back of my neck prickle...but the whole atmosphere had chilled, turning the earlier, frantic heat into something sharp, dangerous, and crystalline.I sat on his desk, my body already leaning back slightly as if bracing for an impact that was a foregone conclusion. The dress, my beautiful, expensive sapphire silk, was a defeated heap around my waist, the zipper a broken line of silver at my back. Above the silken prison, my breasts were exposed to the harsh, unforgiving fluorescent lights and, infinitely worse, to the consuming, predatory gaze of the man standing over me.A shiver raced through me, but it wasn't just the cold. It was the naked, visceral wrongness of the setting combined with the absolute, thrilling rightness of the attention. My cheeks felt flushed, a deep, unbecoming blush that betrayed the internal chaos, yet I didn’t...I
Last Updated: 2025-12-02
Chapter: Chapter 35: The Price of the Challenge~Clarissa's POV~ My entire body seized. For a horrifying, mesmerizing split second, I was a statue sculpted from pure tension. My eyes, still locked on his, refused to blink, and my lips, slightly parted in a silent gasp, couldn't form a single, coherent sound. The world had narrowed down to the storm grey irises inches from mine, and the faint, intoxicating scent of his expensive cologne.God, shouldn't it be a crime somewhere for someone to look this good?For a man his age...mid-forties, I guessed, though his lifestyle had clearly bought him a few years...he was impeccably clean, gorgeous to a fault, and radiating a controlled, dangerous energy that made every hair on my arms stand up. I felt like prey being casually assessed by a predator, but a part of me...a deeply rebellious, stupid part...found the assessment thrilling.Come on, Clarissa. Snap out of it. Don't give in to his charm. Not now. Not ever.I finally mustered the courage to break the gaze, pulling my head back an i
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Chapter: Chapter 34: Monday Morning at Magnesium Mechanics ~Clarissa's POV~ I felt like I blinked and somehow it was already Monday. The past couple of days had breezed by in a jiffy, a blur of emotional recovery fueled by Diane’s endless stream of bad TV, excellent coffee, and non-judgmental silence.Yet, even in the middle of a cheesy rom-com, my mind reeled with an endless loop of questions: What could be so important to make Victor Gonzales reach out to me first, and summon me with such urgency? He was the kind of man who had people for everything...assistants to schedule, messengers to deliver, lawyers to negotiate. He didn’t dial numbers. He didn’t request meetings; he mandated them.And now, I was just a few steps away from finding out. I stood across the street, gazing up at the massive, towering skyscraper that bore Victor's company name and logo...Magnesium Mechanics. It was a monolith of polished glass and steel, a colossal middle finger to the rest of the urban landscape. This building wasn't just an office; it was Victor's le
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Chapter: Chapter 33: The Devil's Call ~Clarissa's POV~ Great, just great. Of all the damn times his call could come in, it had to be right in the middle of my emotional breakdown...my full-on, snot-and-tears, mid-life crisis on Diane’s couch.As if the universe itself was mocking me, my eyes were still locked on the screen, the name....Victor Gonzales flashing persistently like a siren in the aftermath of a storm. My hand hovered over the phone. I was clearly not in the mood for a conversation or chit-chat. My face was a blotchy, tear-stained mess, my head felt like a drum, and my entire nervous system was shot. But another part of me...the wild thing he’d spotted and called out, was intensely curious. What was so important that the formidable Victor Gonzales felt the need to reach out to me, now?“Well, who is it, Rissa? Is it really your dad?”Diane's voice broke the silence, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts. I averted my gaze from the screen to look at her. She still had that confused, concerned expression,
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Chapter: Chapter 32: Painful goodbye, and an unexpected call~Clarissa's POV~ I turned, my back ramrod straight, and walked away.I headed for the door, my heels clicking a rapid, determined rhythm on the hardwood floor. Behind me, I heard the frantic sound of his voice, ragged and pleading. “Rissa, wait! Please, don’t leave! Wait!” And then, Margaret’s triumphant screech, laced with pure, unadulterated venom: “It’s about damn time! Let her go, Richard! And don’t you ever come back!” Her words propelled me forward. I didn't spare a glance backward. I grabbed my purse from the console table I’d earlier leaned on, yanked the heavy oak door open, and ran. I ran down the sprawling brownstone steps, the cold New York air hitting my face, a welcome shock that cleared the last of the hysterical fugue. I hit the street and didn't stop, sprinting a few steps before wildly flagging down a yellow cab that was gliding past. It screeched to a halt right in front of me. I scrambled inside, slamming the door shut with a solid, echoing thud. I instinctiv
Last Updated: 2025-11-08
Chapter: Chapter 31: Cutting Familial Ties ~Clarissa’s POV~ The silence that descended after my words wasn't just quiet; it was a physical vacuum, a void so profound that the hum of the air conditioning unit sounded like a jet engine. I was hyper-aware of everything: The faint scent of Papa’s cologne, and the two pairs of eyes locked onto me. I didn't move. I simply stood my ground, my own gaze an unblinking, cold challenge aimed directly at Margaret. Her shock was a thing of terrifying, beautiful perfection. The triumphant smirk had vanished, replaced by an expression of pure, unadulterated horror. Her mouth was slightly open, and her wide, dilated eyes reflected the overhead light, making them look like two polished stones. The woman who always wore a mask of pristine control, whose life was a carefully curated Instagram feed of domestic bliss, was utterly, irrevocably broken. It was magnificent. It was also sickening. Finally, a muscle twitched in her jaw. The color, which had drained away to a sickly parchment white,
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Chapter: Chapter 29: Fury and the Aftermath ~Isabella's POV~ “Isabella?”Dante’s voice was a low, dangerous growl, laced with genuine concern, the sound pulling me back from the brink of pure terror. I was still impaled by the shock of the power tussle, the pressing weight of William’s rough hands still gripping my shoulders. My breath came out in a ragged rush, my suit jacket slightly twisted, my hair clinging damply to my temples. I opened my mouth, but no proper response formed....just a choked, useless sound. Before I could mutter anything intelligible, like a simple "Yes" or "Thank you"....Dante’s composure snapped, his focus laser fast as he turned back. His rage filled gaze averted from me and settled back on the pathetic figure of William....who was still sprawled awkwardly on the Persian rug, blinking up in confusion, but slowly regaining his senses. The transformation was chilling. The cool, controlled charm I associated with Dante vanished, replaced by a primal, frightening intensity. He moved not with the grace
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Chapter: Chapter 28: Reckless Intrusion~Isabella’s POV~ The air that had felt so crystalline and clean only moments before now seemed thick with the scent of raw, masculine fury and the metallic tang of fear. My breath hitched, not in terror, but in sheer, cold annoyance. “What the hell are you doing here, William?” I demanded, the sheer audacity of his intrusion stripping away any veneer of politeness.I pushed my chair back....a sharp, scraping sound on the polished mahogany floor, and rose to my full height, placing the imposing desk like a barrier between us. My gaze, usually carefully moderated, was now sharp and uncompromising.“And what in God’s name gave you the guts to barge into my office unannounced? Did you think the rules of common decency suddenly didn’t apply to you?” Chloe, my assistant, was a study in trembling contrition, still attempting to smooth down her suit jacket after the collision. “I am so sorry, Ms. Cassagrande. I told him he had to wait. I really did try to stop him.....”I silenced her wit
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Chapter: Chapter 27: Crossing sacred lines ~Isabella's POV~ The air in the study thickened, the scent of aged leather and Dante’s cologne suddenly cloying. The low, seductive rumble of his last words "It's about your son...Tariq"....had struck me not with a bang, but with a silent, paralyzing chill, a cold sliver of ice aimed right at the heart of my carefully constructed world.Of all the secrets he could have unearthed, all the vulnerabilities he could have exploited, this was the line he had deliberately stepped across. A sacred boundary. My son.I turned fully back to him, forcing my body to remain still, my face a carefully crafted mask of polite inquiry. Inside, however, my entire being had recoiled, a coiled spring of pure, animalistic defense.“What about my son?” I asked, my tone surprisingly civil, almost conversational. It was a conscious effort, a refusal to let the icy paranoia that was rapidly bubbling in my stomach break the surface. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing my fear.Dante didn’t answer
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Chapter: Chapter 26: Mind Games ~Isabella’s POV~I should’ve known.I should’ve realized the moment I saw that message, the cold chill that ran down my spine, the overwhelming sense of dread that flooded me....this was Dante’s game all along.It was so obvious now. Only he would be audacious enough to send that picture, to trap me in a moment of vulnerability. And to think, I’d spent hours....hours....torturing myself over who could have sent it. Trying to conjure a faceless enemy, a phantom from my past who knew my deepest secret. I had built a fortress of paranoia around myself, convinced that someone, somewhere, had finally discovered that Melissa Mondragon was still alive. As if anyone else would be so bold, so daring, so calculated. But of course, it was Dante. Of course.The man never did anything without a reason. He played a game, and I was his pawn, whether I liked it or not. And now here he stood, a smug look on his face, watching me unravel in front of him.But what I couldn’t understand was why. Why g
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Chapter: Chapter 25: Closer than you think~Isabella’s POV~ Morning came too soon, as the first rays of dawn pressed against my window...pale and fragile, like an unwelcome reminder of reality. I hadn’t slept...not even for a second. The sheets beside me were a mess, tangled and twisted, soaked with sweat from hours of restless tossing. My body ached for rest, but my mind refused to shut down, its constant loop of thoughts and images mocking me. Not just the kiss. Not just of Robert.But that damned message. The phone still sat on my nightstand, its black screen like a watchful eye. A silent, damning presence. That picture…that text. My stomach clenched every time I thought of it.“Fun Night.” The words burned into my memory. Who would send that? Who was watching me so closely, closely enough to catch me in such a vulnerable, dangerous moment? And why? I’d checked the number again and again. Unregistered. Anonymous. A phantom hiding behind digital smoke and mirrors. But it was the image that had gutted me....the clarity
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Chapter: Chapter 24: The Ghost on My Lips~Robert’s POV~ I came back into focus with a sharp, stinging pain. The sound of the slap was a deafening crack that echoed in the sudden silence of the bar, a sound so loud it seemed to pull me out of the hazy, drunken trance I had been in. My head snapped to the side, the burning sensation on my cheek. It wasn’t just a slap, it was a jolt back to reality. She was gone. Isabella was gone. And I was left standing there, a dazed fool in the middle of a crowded bar, a spectacle for everyone to gawk at, with the ghost of Melissa on my lips and the fiery reality of Isabella’s fury on my face. My palm lifted slowly, almost instinctively, and I pressed it against my cheek. I could still feel the heat radiating from where her hand had landed, pulsing like a brand. It wasn’t just pain....it was shame. A raw reminder of how low I’d sunk. My mind felt like a tangled web. Slapped twice, in one day. First by Jodie, my fiancé, a woman I had failed to protect and reassure. And now, by Isabell
Last Updated: 2025-09-03
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