Forbidden Confession:- An Extra Spicy Erotica Collection
His massive cock stretched me, tearing, forcing its way inside my virgin core. A searing pain, quickly followed by an overwhelming fullness, ripped through me. I screamed, my body arching, my nails digging into the cold marble.
Then, from behind, Silas pushed his own thick shaft into my ass, impaling me. My pussy and ass screamed, stretched impossibly wide, as they began to thrust in unison, filling me with a brutal, dual pleasure that shattered my world.
"You're ours now, little slut," my stepfather growled, his voice thick with triumph, as I convulsed around them both.
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The Forbidden Confession: An Extra Spicy Erotic Collection
If you're willing to read, or craving something truly filthy, then this collection is for you.
Dive into the raw, uninhibited world of "The Forbidden Confession," an anthology of short erotic stories designed to push boundaries and ignite your deepest desires. Each tale plunges headfirst into explicit scenes and taboo fantasies, leaving no desire unexplored. You'll find narratives of innocence corrupted, power dynamics taken to their carnal extremes, and sacred vows shattered by insatiable lust.
From the shuddering surrender of an innocent nun to the commanding dominance of a relentless priest, these stories are crafted to get your blood pumping and your senses reeling. Prepare for narratives packed with extra spicy encounters, dirty talk, and explicit details that leave nothing to the imagination.
Beware: This collection is for mature readers only and contains graphic sexual content, including forbidden relationships, power play, and intense, unbridled passion.
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Chapter: BOOK 10 - My Stepdad likes my boobsThe summer heat was heavy, thick and still in the old house. My stepdad, Arthur, was usually gone. He was an architect, always flying off to new places for big buildings. But this summer, he was home. All the time. It was strange. But I liked it. He was handsome, with eyes that saw everything and a quiet way that made me feel safe. I was sixteen. My body felt new. It had curves now, and big breasts that felt heavy. I didn't know what to do with them.He worked in his study most days. I tried to draw in the living room. Our talks used to be short. Now, he asked about my day. He listened. Really listened. It was different.Last night, the night before the storm, I was bored. I went to his study. He was on his computer. He looked at me."Bored, Eliza?" he asked."Yeah," I said.He nodded. He turned the screen a little. "Want to see something interesting?"I came closer. He was watching a video. It was a man and a woman. They were naked. They were doing things. Their bodies moved together
Huling Na-update: 2025-08-09
Chapter: BOOK 9 - The Interns Secret PT. 2The following evening was a torment of anticipation. Every shadow seemed to hold Leo’s silhouette, every creak of the old house, his presence. My pussy throbbed with a dull, constant ache, a phantom limb craving his touch. I wore a loose nightgown, but no underwear, hoping to quell the desperate sensitivity between my legs, yet secretly welcoming the feeling of freedom.The back door creaked open just after midnight. He moved with silent grace, appearing in my living room like a shadow given form. He didn't need to knock. He knew he was welcome. His gaze, even in the dim light, was piercing, consuming."Evelyn," he murmured, his voice a low, husky sound that sent shivers down my spine. "You waited for me." It wasn't a question. It was a statement of fact, of his absolute certainty.I couldn't speak. My throat was tight, my breath catching in my chest. All I could do was stare, my eyes wide, mesmerized by his quiet power.He walked towards me, his movements fluid, unhurried. He stopped
Huling Na-update: 2025-08-08
Chapter: BOOK 9 - The Interns SecretThe quiet hum of the old house was a comforting sound, a stark contrast to the bustling halls of Northwood High. I was Evelyn Reed, twenty-eight, and the newest intern in the English department. Stepping into the shoes of the abruptly departed Ms. Davies had been a whirlwind. Most evenings, I found solace in my modest rental, grading papers, trying to ignore the niggling anxieties about my temporary status. I was a little curvier than I’d like—a soft stomach, generous D-cup breasts that strained against my professional blouses, and a full, rounded backside that always seemed to attract unwanted attention. Tonight, I was in worn sweats, curled on the sofa with a mug of herbal tea, lost in a student essay.A subtle creak. Not the usual settling of old wood. I froze. My heart jumped, thudding against my ribs. I lived alone, and I was sure I’d locked the back door.The shadows by the kitchen entrance shifted. A figure emerged, tall and slender, illuminated faintly by the living room lamp.
Huling Na-update: 2025-08-08
Chapter: BOOK 8 - One Dick at a timeThe bathroom air, thick with rising steam, choked me. Michael stood in the doorway, a solid, unmoving shadow. My blouse hung open, my skirt pooled at my ankles, my chest heaved with a sharp intake of breath. The heat flushing my face wasn't just the bath’s warmth. It was raw shame, stark recognition, and a terrifying, exhilarating pulse of desire that shot straight to my pussy.His eyes, the color of gunmetal, moved over my naked body, a slow, deliberate sweep that stripped away any pretense of innocence I might have clung to.He said nothing. He didn't have to. The silence screamed louder than any accusation. It crackled, heavy with a primal, predatory hunger that mirrored the one I’d just left in Father Elias’s study.My body, still humming from the priest’s unsettling blessing, responded instantly. My nipples hardened, aching with a familiar sensitivity, and my pussy, damp and swollen, gave a deep, insistent throb. This wasn't just him seeing me. This was a direct, undeniable chall
Huling Na-update: 2025-08-08
Chapter: BOOK 7 - Taking it allThe bassline pulsed directly into my bones, a low, guttural thrum that vibrated through my entire body as I pushed through the swirling mass of bodies. My best friend, Serena, had once again convinced me to venture into one of her infamous "hunts"—an exclusive, dimly lit club known for its liberated atmosphere and a clientele that embraced their deepest desires. I wasn't usually this bold, but tonight, something was different. My dress, a deep sapphire blue, clung to my curves, its plunging neckline barely containing my enormous breasts, which felt particularly heavy and sensitive tonight. I knew they drew attention, pulling stares from every corner of the room, and a thrilling, illicit awareness bloomed in my stomach.Serena was already lost in the crowd, undoubtedly flirting with some dark-haired stranger. I finally reached the ornate bar, ordering a potent whiskey on the rocks. My phone glowed in my hand as I checked my ride-share app; a forty-minute wait. Just enough time for this
Huling Na-update: 2025-08-07
Chapter: The Forbidden Nectar PT. 3David’s fingers continued their relentless assault on Maya’s pussy, his thumb circling her engorged clit with a precision that was both agonizing and exquisite. He felt her hips buck against his hand, a silent, desperate plea for more. The wetness coating his fingers was overwhelming, a testament to her profound arousal. He could feel the delicate folds of her labia, swollen and slick, parting under his insistent touch. Her entire body was trembling, a raw, exposed nerve.“You’re so wet, little girl,” he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly whisper against her ear, his lips brushing her hot skin. “So ready for Daddy, aren’t you?”“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered, her voice barely a breath, her head thrown back, exposing the vulnerable curve of her throat. “So ready. Please. I need you inside me. Now.”He pulled his hand away, the sudden absence of his touch making her gasp, a sound of pure deprivation. He watched her eyes, wide and pleading, as he slowly unzipped his sweatpants. His cock, a
Huling Na-update: 2025-08-07
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