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 53 The night air was thick and warm, clinging to her skin as she padded barefoot from the guest house to the main house. The old place was quiet, only a few lamps on. He was in the living room, sprawled on the couch in a loose white tee and grey sweatpants, reading.She hesitated in the doorway.“Couldn’t sleep,” she murmured.He glanced up. His eyes swept over her — tank top, sleep shorts, bare legs — and lingered. Slowly, he shut the book. “Come here.”She crossed the room, heart pounding. The closer she got, the more she felt it — the heat in his gaze, the sharp tension humming between them. She sat at the far end of the couch. He reached out, hooked a finger in the hem of her shorts, and tugged gently.“Closer,” he said softly.She moved until her thigh touched his. He reached up and brushed a strand of hair from her face, fingertips dragging down her neck. Goosebumps rose on her arms.“You’re shaking,” he murmured.“I’m not,” she whispered — but her voice trembled.His hand slid low
Last Updated: 2025-09-16
Chapter: BOOK 52 - Santas Gift PussyThe first snow of Christmas morning drifted lazily past the frosted windows, painting the world outside in pure white. Inside, the warm glow of the Christmas tree lights bathed the living room in gold and red. She knelt on the soft carpet, her big tits straining against the silky red bra, nipples brushing the lace as if teasing the world. Her skirt rode high over smooth thighs, and her panties were already damp, glistening with anticipation.She had been careful all year, innocent, shy, polite… but deep down, she knew what she wanted. And if Santa existed in the slightest way, he was about to deliver it.The door creaked. Her breath hitched.He appeared in the doorway, tall, dark, impossibly alluring. His eyes were fixed on her tits, her ass, and the curve of her thighs, lingering just enough to make her pulse pound. A slow, wicked smile curved his lips.“Merry Christmas,” he said, voice low and teasing.She bit her lip, shyness flickering across her cheeks. “M-Merry Christmas…”He st
Last Updated: 2025-09-14
Chapter: BOOK 51 - Helpful NeighbourI had barely unpacked the first box when he appeared.“Need some help with that?” His voice was calm, low, confident—like he already knew I’d say yes.I froze, clutching the corner of the cardboard box like it was a shield. I’d just moved into this stupid apartment, and everything still smelled like new paint and cardboard. My chest fluttered, and my cheeks burned. “Uh… y-yes, please,” I stammered, blinking up at him.He stepped closer, broad shoulders filling the doorway, hands brushing mine as he lifted the box. My stomach lurched. He smelled… delicious. Not perfume, not like anything I knew—just him. Clean, warm, masculine. My knees went weak, and I almost dropped the box.“Careful,” he murmured, fingers brushing mine again as if it were nothing. “Don’t hurt yourself.”I nodded, too flustered to speak, thinking, He’s just being nice… right?He leaned down to set the box on the floor, and my eyes followed the movement, catching the curve of his chest under the tight shirt. “You know
Last Updated: 2025-09-05
Chapter: The Neighbours Little Slut PT. 2The text came at 12:01 a.m. Leave the back door open. Six words. That was all. But my whole body went hot, my heart pounding like it wanted out of my chest. I stared at the screen, lips parted, bare legs curled under my blanket. My hand shook as I typed back, so slow, like if I didn’t send it, I could still pretend this wasn’t happening. O-okay. The reply looked stupid. Too small. Too eager. But my thumb had already pressed send. I crept out of bed, bare feet whispering against the floorboards, nightshirt clinging to my thighs. The house was quiet, so quiet, every sound louder than it should be—the creak of the stairs, the tick of the old clock, my own ragged breathing. By the time I reached the kitchen, my thighs were sticky. My panties damp. My clit throbbing. I slid the back door open just an inch, enough. Enough for him. My pulse raced so hard I had to grip the counter for balance. I should’ve gone back upstairs. Should’ve locked myself in my room. But I stood there waiting
Last Updated: 2025-09-05
Chapter: BOOK 50 - The Neighbors Little SlutI should’ve just ignored the knock. I should’ve stayed wrapped in steam and shampoo bubbles, dripping and safe. But I didn’t. I padded barefoot to the door in nothing but a damp towel, skin hot from the shower, hair clinging wet to my shoulders. When I pulled it open, my heart stopped. “Mr. Carter.” Our neighbor. Mid-forties. Married. Hands so big I always noticed when he mowed his lawn shirtless. The kind of man who looked at you once and made your stomach twist. He wasn’t supposed to be standing on our porch while I was half naked. He wasn’t supposed to be looking at me like that. “I just came to drop this off,” he said smoothly, holding up a brown envelope. His voice was calm, steady, but his eyes—his eyes weren’t. They slid down over me, over the towel barely covering the tops of my thighs, lingering at the swell of my breasts where the terry cloth clung damp. I swallowed, clutching the towel tighter. “Th-thanks. Um. I’ll—I’ll tell my mom you—” “Your mom’s not home.” His to
Last Updated: 2025-09-05
Chapter: I Want you deep inside me PT. 4“Stay behind.”The words froze me at the door. My classmates spilled out into the hall, laughter and chatter echoing away until there was only silence and the thundering beat of my heart. I turned, clutching my bag like a shield, though it couldn’t protect me from what I already knew was coming.He stood at the front of the room, sleeves rolled up, his jaw tight, his eyes locked on me like I was prey that had wandered too close. A predator who had been patient too long.“Professor…” I whispered, throat dry, my voice shaking with nerves and something filthier.His head tilted, sharp, unyielding. “That’s Daddy for you.”The word slammed into me like a touch. Heat shot straight to my core, my panties soaking instantly. I’d been playing all day—short skirt, no bra, thighs brushing together as I sat in the front row, rubbing myself under the desk while keeping my eyes locked on him. And now he was calling me out, stripping me bare without lifting a finger.“Come here.”My legs trembled as
Last Updated: 2025-09-03
Chapter: CHAPTER 6 - AVERYThe lecture hall hummed, a low, echo. My notebook lay open, untouched. My focus was entirely, dangerously, on the man at the podium. Professor Thorne. Draco.He spoke of hidden desires, of rigid exteriors. Every word felt like a secret message, aimed solely at me. My cheeks flushed. My pussy, already damp, tingled with a familiar, insistent ache. God, I was so wet.He moved with an easy, almost predatory grace. His dark suit emphasized the formidable breadth of his shoulders. I saw a few girls in the front row, their eyes glued to him, whispering. "God, he's hot," one hissed. "I'd let him fail me any day." I couldn't blame them. Half the hall was probably thinking about his dick. I certainly was.He paused, his eyes sweeping the room. They landed on me. A subtle tightening around his mouth. A spark in his storm-cloud gaze. My breath hitched. He knew. He always knew.“Miss Avery,” he said, his voice cutting through the quiet.My head snapped up. Every eye in the room swiveled. My heart
Last Updated: 2025-08-11
Chapter: CHAPTER 5 - AVERYI stumbled out of his office, the heavy oak door clicking shut behind me. My legs felt wobbly. Every nerve ending buzzed with pleasure and shame, a terrifying, exhilarating hum.Next time, don’t be late.His words echoed, a low, possessive rumble. Next time. There was going to be a next time. He hadn't just met with me; he had claimed me. Right here, in his office, in the very heart of the university. It was audacious. It was insane.And a part of me, the darkest, most secret part, was already counting down the minutes.My pussy throbbed, a dull, insistent ache. The sting from his hand still lingered, a phantom burn that made me clench my thighs. It had been shocking. Not truly painful, but firm, undeniable. A sharp jolt. A reminder of his power, of my submission.And God help me, I had liked it. The sheer audacity. The way it had pushed me over the edge.I was a mess. A total, utter, drenching mess. My panties, still discarded back at his house, would have been saturated. My skirt fe
Last Updated: 2025-08-11
Chapter: CHAPTER 4 - AVERYMy breath caught. “Professor?” My voice was barely a whisper.“On my lap.” It wasn’t a question. It was a command. His eyes dared me to defy him.My body, traitorous and eager, began to move. I rose from the armchair, my legs feeling like jelly, and walked towards his desk. He didn’t move, just watched me, that dark, knowing gaze burning into me. I reached the side of his desk, and he shifted slightly, patting his thigh.I hesitated for only a second, then swung my leg over, straddling his lap. The fabric of his suit trousers was smooth beneath my skirt. His legs were hard, muscular beneath me. My hips settled against his, and I could feel the undeniable swell of his erection pressing against my inner thigh. He was already hard. For me. Here. Now.His arms came around my waist, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. My hands instinctively rested on his broad shoulders. The scent of his expensive cologne, that intoxicating male scent, filled my senses.“Better,” he
Last Updated: 2025-08-11
Chapter: CHAPTER 3 - AVERY~~ Avery ~ ~The alarm blared, a harsh, unwelcome sound that ripped me from a restless sleep. My eyes snapped open, and for a fleeting second, I was back in his bed, the scent of him on the sheets, the weight of his arm across my waist. Then reality crashed in, cold and unforgiving.Today was my first day of classes. And today, I would inevitably see him. Professor Draco Thorne. Head of the Literature Department. The man whose scent still clung to the white shirt I’d tossed into my laundry basket, the man whose words, "Remember who you belong to," echoed in my mind.A shiver, part dread, part thrill, ran through me.I dragged myself out of bed, the familiar comfort of my dorm room feeling like a flimsy shield against the impending collision. I needed to focus. I needed to be a student. A serious, dedicated student. Not the girl who had spent a night in a professor's sprawling estate, screaming his name as he fucked her senseless.Getting dressed felt like a strategic operation. I pull
Last Updated: 2025-08-11
Chapter: CHAPTER 2 - AVERY~ ~ Avery ~ ~My hand, reaching for a delicate-looking mug, froze mid-air. The ceramic cup, cool against my fingertips, suddenly felt heavy, precarious. My eyes remained fixed on the silver plaque, the engraved words seeming to burn into my retina. Draco Thorne, Head of Literature Department.The world tilted.Head of Literature. That meant… that meant my Literature Department. The one I was enrolled in. The one where I had classes starting next week. The one where I would be seeing him, not across a dimly lit bar, but across a lecture hall. Or worse, in a small seminar room, his storm cloud eyes dissecting my essays.Fuck.A cold dread seeped into my bones, chilling me far more effectively than the air conditioning. This wasn't just a random, incredibly hot, incredibly reckless one night stand. This was a direct collision course with my academic future. My scholarship. My entire carefully constructed life.My mind, usually so sharp, felt like a tangled mess of static. This couldn't b
Last Updated: 2025-08-11
Chapter: CHAPTER 1 - MY SEXY PROFESSOR~ ~ Avery ~ ~His tongue was a hot, slick brand against my clit, and I was already coming apart. My fingers were buried in his dark hair, tugging slightly, a desperate plea for more. Just hours ago, he was a stranger across a crowded bar, his eyes a storm cloud grey that had somehow snagged mine and refused to let go. Now? Now his mouth was doing things that made my entire body thrum with a frantic, desperate need.My panties had been discarded somewhere on his impeccably tidy floor about ten minutes ago, and the way his hand was now cupping my dripping cunt… God, I was going to lose it.“You taste so good, Avery,” he murmured against my swollen flesh, his breath sending another tremor through me. His hand shifted, his fingers sliding deep inside, and I gasped, my back arching off the plush rug beneath us. Liam had never made me feel like this. Never this raw, this exposed, this utterly consumed.That pathetic excuse for a boyfriend was a distant, fuzzy memory now, overshadowed by th
Last Updated: 2025-08-11
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