Dirty Forbidden Confessions
"You can scream. Nobody's coming to save you." His c^ck is buried so deep I feel it in my ribs. My wrists are tied above my head with his belt while another man feeds his c^ck into my mouth. I'm gagging, drooling, mascara running down my cheeks, and my pussy is clenching so hard the one inside me groans. * * *
This book contains extreme sexual content on every page. Gangbangs. Breeding. BDSM. Knotting. Choking. Double penetration. If your pussy isn't throbbing by the end of this warning, this book isn't for you. If you want something filthy. Something with thick cocks and rough hands and a voice that growls "good girl" while he's buried inside you. Something you'd never say out loud but your body responds to so hard your panties are wet before the fantasy even finishes playing. This book is that fantasy. Ten times over. C^cks shoved down throats until she's choking and drooling and begging with her eyes because her mouth is too full to speak. Pussies stretched around men so thick her walls ache for days. Two c^cks inside her at once while a third fills her mouth. Knots swelling and locking, pumping her so full her stomach feels heavy. Faces slapped mid-thrust while she whispers "again." Men who spit in her mouth, cum inside her raw, and don't let her clean up before the next one takes his turn. No slow burn. No fade to black. No soft landing. Just raw, graphic, unfiltered filth that starts on page one and doesn't let up until the final sentence. If the thought of being pinned, stretched, filled, bred, and used until cum is running down both your thighs makes something tighten low in your stomach, open the book. They're waiting. And they don't play gentle.
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Chapter: DAY IN THE DOLLHOUSE (2)The intense photography session lasted four hours, and I held every single pose he put me in with absolute stillness.Ezra moved around me with his camera, capturing countless angles I couldn.t see, murmuring praise whenever I achieved exactly what he truly deeply genuinely wanted from me.Each time he repositioned me, his hands were firm and decisive, moving my limbs exactly like I really was a doll without a will of my own."Chin up slightly. Eyes forward.Don't blink." I obeyed without question.There was something hypnotic about the process, about surrendering so completely to someone else's direction.My constantly restless mind went quiet in a way it rarely did in my everyday life.I wasn't thinking about bills or modeling auditions or anything at all. I was just being exactly what he made me.By the end, I was exhausted in a way that felt cleansing rather than draining.Ezra set down his camera and studied me with an expression I couldn't quite read. "You were extraordinary," h
Last Updated: 2026-08-31
Chapter: DAY IN THE DOLLHOUSE (1)The advertisement in the arts magazine caught my attention because it was so utterly strange and unlike anything else I had ever seen."Seeking models for living doll artistry project. Must be comfortable with elaborate makeup, wigs, and costume work.Full day sessions paid generously.Contact Ezra at the following number." I had been modeling for three years, mostly catalog work and the occasional runway show.But work had been slow lately, and my rent was due in two weeks.Living doll artistry sounded weird, but the pay quoted was more than I usually made in a month. So I called the number.Ezra's voice on the phone was deep and carefully measured.He explained that he was a photographer and artist who specialized in transforming models into hyper-realistic dolls through makeup, styling, and careful posing.His impressive work had been exhibited in galleries around the world and collected by museums of contemporary art."I.m currently looking for someone with very specific features,
Last Updated: 2026-08-31
Chapter: MY PHOTOGRAPHER (3)Margot moved up the bed toward me slow, giving me every second to change my mind, and I didn't take a single one of them."Tell me if anything is too much," she said, settling alongside me, her hand coming to rest warm on my stomach, right on the soft part I'd spent years apologizing for.She looked at it like it was lovely."We go at whatever pace you want. There is no clock here. There's just you, and how good I'm going to make you feel."She kissed me then, finally, and it was nothing like I'd braced for.Soft, unhurried, her mouth learning mine while her hand stroked lazy circles on my belly.I made a small sound against her lips and she swallowed it like something precious, and the kiss went deeper, and I felt three years of armor start to come loose at the seams."There she is," Margot murmured against my mouth."Let me see you. Let me have all of it."She kissed her way down, taking her time, treating every inch of me like it deserved her full attention.The hollow of my throat
Last Updated: 2026-08-26
Chapter: MY PHOTOGRAPHER (2)She had me change behind a folding screen into the things I'd brought, the lingerie I'd bought online at midnight and almost returned twice.My hands shook on the clasps.When I stepped out from behind the screen in deep blue lace, every old instinct screamed at me to cover up, to cross my arms over my stomach, to apologize for the parts of me that didn't match a magazine.Margot looked up from where she was adjusting a lamp, and whatever was on her face stopped all of that cold."Oh," she said, soft and low, like the breath had been knocked out of her."Tessa. Look at you."Heat rushed up my neck."You don't have to""I'm not saying anything I don't mean. I never do."She set the lamp down and came toward me slowly, her eyes moving over me with open, unhurried appreciation, and it was so different from my ex's flick-and-away glance that my eyes prickled."May I move you where I want you? I'll tell you everything before I touch you. You can stop me anytime, for any reason or no reason
Last Updated: 2026-08-26
Chapter: MY PHOTOGRAPHER (1)I almost didn't get out of the car when I pulled up outside the studio.I sat in the lot for a full ten minutes with the engine off, staring at the frosted glass door with the gold lettering, talking myself into and out of it about six times.A boudoir shoot.The thing I'd bought myself as a gift after the divorce finalized, a way of saying my body was still mine and still worth looking at, and now that the day had come I wanted to drive home and pretend I'd never booked it.Forty-one years old and hiding in a parking lot like a teenager.The text came through right as my hand found the keys again. *Door's open whenever you're ready.No rush.Coffee's on. — Margot.*That was the thing that got me out of the car.The *no rush*.I went in.The studio inside was warm and low-lit, nothing like the cold clinical place I'd braced for.Exposed brick, soft lamps, a wall of windows with sheer curtains drawn across them filtering the afternoon into something golden.A wide bed dressed in cream
Last Updated: 2026-08-26
Chapter: THIRTY THOUSAND FEET (3)The luxurious private cabin at the back of the first-class section was something I never knew existed.It was surprisingly small but incredibly luxurious, with a proper comfortable bed, soft romantic lighting, and complete soundproofing according to a grinning Landon, who seemed extremely pleased and deeply amused with my completely shocked expression."This is insane," I said for what felt like the hundredth time that night."How is this even remotely legal?" "When you personally own the entire plane and the airline that operates it, a whole lot of things suddenly become perfectly legal." He closed and locked the door behind us."Now then, where were we?" He advanced on me slowly with predatory intent, and I found myself backing up until my knees hit the soft edge of the bed and I tumbled backward onto the soft mattress.He followed me down immediately, covering my body completely with his, kissing me with the same burning intensity as before."I was absolutely nowhere near done with
Last Updated: 2026-07-27
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