Wet,willing and forbidden(a smut collection)
Desire doesn't tempt—it fucking consumes. It sinks its teeth into your morals, rips them apart, and leaves you dripping, desperate, and damned.
This isn't romance. This is dark, obsessive, boundary-shattering filth. *Wet, Willing and Forbidden* delivers EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT—throbbing cocks plunging deep, slick cunts clenching in surrender, mouths stretched around forbidden flesh, every raw, graphic thrust laid bare.
These stories devour you with:
- Obsession teetering on total ruin
- Possessive, morally black lovers who brand skin with teeth and ownership
- Brutal power exchange—collars, commands, choking grips
- Dubious consent that melts resistance into frantic, quivering need
- Public risk—fingers curling inside soaked panties in crowded elevators
- Exhibitionism & voyeurism—eyes devouring heaving tits and straining cocks
- Praise laced with vicious degradation—“good slut” hissed through gritted teeth
- Total control, shattering surrender, deliberate corruption of the innocent
- Feral, animal hunger—bodies slamming, clawing, flooding with sweat and cum
- Secrets that torch reputations and leave lives in smoking ruins
- Queer and fluid desire—tangled limbs, shared mouths, no rules
- Toxic emotional manipulation—love as poison, addiction as chains
Every page pulses with predatory chemistry and psychological heat. No safe words. No gentle aftercare. Just the brutal thrill of crossing lines that should never be touched.
If your pulse isn't already racing and your thighs aren't already slick
open this book anyway.
Because once the craving takes hold, you'll be too far gone to stop.
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Chapter: More Than FoodThe humid Lagos night wrapped around Angel like a lover’s embrace, thick with the scent of rain-soaked earth and distant jollof rice sizzling on a neighbor’s stove. He had first laid eyes on Favour three weeks earlier at Amoke Oge, that bustling restaurant tucked away in the heart of Yaba where the air hummed with the clatter of plates and the sharp spice of pepper soup. She had been sitting alone at a corner table, her dark skin glowing under the warm yellow lights, a simple white blouse clinging just enough to hint at the generous curves beneath. Her laughter..light, infectious..had cut through the chatter as she bantered with the waiter, and when their eyes met across the room, something electric had sparked.Angel, a final-year student with a quiet intensity and a smile that could disarm the sternest auntie, had approached under the pretense of asking for the best pounded yam recommendation. Their conversation flowed effortlessly from food to dreams..her studying Business Admin at
Last Updated: 2026-06-11
Chapter: Mia; not khlaifaAlex had always prided himself on his self-control. He was the steady one, the family man who had built a life with Sarah after a whirlwind romance that led to their wedding and, soon after, their move abroad. But from the very first time he met Mia..Sarah’s younger sister..something electric had crackled in the air between them. Mia was in her early twenties then, with a warm smile that reached her eyes and a body that seemed designed to test every ounce of his restraint. Her curves were subtle yet devastating: full, perky breasts that strained against whatever she wore, topped with prominent nipples that always seemed to announce themselves. Not oversized, but perfectly shaped, sitting high and proud on her chest like invitations he knew he should ignore.She had a way of looking people directly in the eye when she spoke, her gaze steady and unflinching, as if she could see straight through any pretense. Alex dodged that bullet back home by keeping his distance, burying any stray th
Last Updated: 2026-06-09
Chapter: Princess’ travailsThe late afternoon sun dipped low as Princess slipped out of her campus gates, heart hammering like a drum in her chest. She’d told her roommate she was heading home for the weekend..a white lie that felt electric on her tongue. Samuel’s uni was only two hours away by bus, but every mile stretched with that delicious, forbidden thrill. They’d been texting for weeks, the kind of filthy messages that left her soaked in lecture halls, imagining his hands instead of her own. Tonight, she was done imagining.The hostel block loomed under the security lights when she finally arrived, backpack slung low like she belonged there. She’d memorized his floor plan from the photos he sent..third floor, room 312, the one with the creaky window latch he’d left undone. Her pulse thrummed in her ears as she eased open the side entrance, sneakers silent on the worn linoleum. A couple of guys laughed somewhere down the hall, but she moved like a shadow, counting doors until his.She pushed the window up
Last Updated: 2026-06-08
Chapter: My PreciousPhewwwww. Snapchat, a very dangerous social… can be both exciting and damning at the same time. One minute you’re just casually snapping a girl you matched with, trading innocent pics, and the next thing you know you’re balls-deep in pure adrenaline and lust, risking getting caught just to feel her body surrender to you. Imma tell you about one of the most intense, mind-blowing times. Her name was Precious ..a thick, dark-skinned beauty with the kind of curves that haunted my dreams. Full, soft tits that strained against every top, a round ass that jiggled just right when she walked, juicy thighs I wanted wrapped around my head, and those big, innocent-looking eyes that turned devilish the second the conversation got dirty.We’d been building this tension for weeks. Late-night snaps of her in lace lingerie, fingers teasing her nipples. Voice notes where she’d moan my name, “Angel… I’m so fucking wet thinking about you stretching me.” I’d send videos of my thick cock throbbing in my ha
Last Updated: 2026-06-07
Chapter: RevampedI couldn’t wait to get fucked. The thought pulsed through me as I packed my bag for the weekend with Marcus, my boyfriend of two years. At 23, I was long past the age of sneaking around, but the thrill of it never faded. We’d been devouring each other every weekend since that first runaway trip together. I slipped on dark blue lingerie that matched my ocean eyes..lacy bra and thong that barely contained my full breasts and smooth pussy..then covered it with casual clothes.I finished dressing, slipped out the back balcony of my parents’ house (they were too busy fighting to notice), and dropped down into the night. Marcus was waiting at his secluded treehouse a mile through the woods. I walked quickly, heart racing with anticipation, fighting the urge to run.About four minutes in, a loud rustling exploded behind me. I turned..and the sight of shadowy figures made me faint.When I woke, my legs were bent and spread wide, wrists tied down to the forest floor. Cool air kissed my exposed
Last Updated: 2026-06-04
Chapter: Forgive me FatherI was a grown man by then, twenty-four years old, still navigating the strange pull of faith and flesh that had defined so much of my early twenties. The universe has a wicked sense of humor, and nothing in my life..not the wild parties, the fleeting relationships, or the reckless nights..has ever topped the night the stars aligned to deliver the kind of raw, forbidden encounter that still makes my blood run hot years later.It was a Catholic young adults retreat weekend at an old cathedral complex tucked away in the hills. Not quite high school anymore, but the organizers loved to keep the old traditions alive: structured prayer sessions, group reflections, and lights-out curfews that felt more like punishment than spiritual growth. Friday night had everyone locked inside the massive stone building for an extended vigil. No parties, no distractions..just echoing halls, flickering candles, and the heavy scent of incense.I needed relief. Badly. The week had been stressful, my body was
Last Updated: 2026-06-04
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