Lahat ng Kabanata ng SINFUL FANTASIES:Short Forbidden Erotica Collections.: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Chapter 1I spotted him across the bar, this tall guy with broad shoulders and a jawline that made my pussy clench just looking at him. He was just another potential fuck to scratch the itch that never really goes away. I am always horny, always needing more, my body craving cock or fingers or anything to fill me up and make me cum until I can not think straight. It is like a fire inside me that burns constant, and tonight it was raging. I sat there in my red dress, the fabric clinging to my tits and ass, my thighs rubbing together under the bar, already feeling that slickness building between my legs. God, I need to get laid tonight, I need to get something hard in me right now, If he does not approach, I will find someone else, but he looks strong, like he could handle me rough.He caught my eye and walked over, his steps confident, eyes scanning me like he wanted to eat me alive. My nipples hardened under my dress, poking through the thin material, and I shifted on the stool,

Chapter 1I snuck into the men's locker room at the university gym late at night, my heart racing from the adrenaline of breaking the rules.I am a cheerleader for the football team, and I have, been obsessing over the guys for weeks, watching them practice, their sweaty bodies slamming into each other, muscles flexing under those tight jerseys. Tonight, after the big game win, I knew they would all be in here showering, celebrating and letting loose. My boyfriend dumped me last month, called me a nymphomaniac, but the truth is he could never keep up with my cravings. I need rough, multiple hands on me, with cocks filling every hole until I cannot think straight. This is insane, sneaking in here, because if I get caught, I am kicked off the squad, or maybe expelled. But the risk makes my pussy clench with wetness already soaking through my tiny shorts. I hid behind a row of lockers, peeking through the slats, breathing shallow to stay quiet.The steam from the showers filled the

Chapter 1 Mia's Pov I walked into the dimly lit bar on the edge of town, my tight red dress hugging my curves, feeling the sticky heat of the place cling to my skin. I'm single after a messy breakup, and tonight I needed something rough to shake off the boredom. My ex was all talk and no fire, left me frustrated every time. I craved a man who would take control, pin me down, make me beg. The bar was full of rough types, bikers, truckers, guys with tattoos and stares that lingered too long. I ordered a whiskey neat, scanning the room, my heart pounding a little from the thrill. Why am I here? This place is dangerous, but that is what makes my pussy tingle already.A guy at the end of the bar caught my eye. He was built like a wall, a very muscular arms straining his black tee, jeans worn from hard work, a scruffy beard framing a hard jaw. His eyes were piercing, locked on me as he sip a beer. I felt a shiver run down my spine, straight to my core, from just him looking.He did

Chapter 1I stood at the airport baggage claim, scanning the crowd for a familiar face. My mom had insisted I stay with her old friend while I sorted out my college transfer mess.My dorm had flooded, classes were online for a week, and flying back home across the country did not make sense. "Kara will take good care of you," Mom had said on the phone, her voice firm. "She is single now, she has that big house all to herself. You two will get along great." I rolled my eyes at the time, but now, with my suitcase in hand, I felt a mix of annoyance and curiosity. I had not seen Kara since I was a kid, back when she and Mom would gossip all over. She was always the cool one, tall and confident, with a laugh that filled the room.A woman waved from across the terminal, her smile wide and genuine. She looked about mid-thirties, with shoulder-length brown hair, wearing jeans and a fitted black top that showed off her curves. Her eyes lit up as she approached, pulling me into a quick hu

Chapter 1."Finally done?" Naya asked, leaning against the wall outside the exam hall, her backpack slung over one shoulder, scrolling through her phone. She looked up with that familiar grin, her dark hair tied back in a ponytail, sweat beading on her forehead from the afternoon heat. The private tutorial center was buzzing with students spilling out, laughing and comparing answers after the mock test. We had been coming here for weeks, cramming for the real thing, and today felt like a relief, but also the start of something hanging in the air."Yeah, that last section killed me," I replied, wiping my face with my sleeve, my heart still racing from the stress. My shirt stuck to my skin, and I felt that post-exam high mixed with exhaustion. Naya and I had known each other for years back home—school friends who shared everything, from crushes to family drama. We even had our first kiss together one night during a sleepover, just experimenting, our lips brushing quick and innocent