บททั้งหมดของ Forbidden Confession:- An Extra Spicy Erotica Collection : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Alaric pulled away from Eleanor’s breast, his eyes still blazing with that dark, possessive fire. Eleanor was breathless, her body humming, her nipples aching for his mouth. She felt a strange mix of shame and an overwhelming, desperate need for more.“Good girl,” he murmured, his thumb tracing the curve of her jaw. “You’re learning fast. But we’ve only just begun the real lesson.”He stepped back, his gaze sweeping over her, lingering on her open dress and the swell of her bare breasts. Eleanor felt a shiver, not of cold, but of raw anticipation. She watched him, mesmerized, her mind a blank slate except for the burning desire he’d ignited.“Take off your clothes, Eleanor,” he commanded, his voice low and firm, leaving no room for argument. “All of them. Slowly.”Her heart hammered. Take off her clothes? Here? For him? It was insane. It was wrong. But the word “no” felt stuck in her throat. Her fingers, still trembling, went to the buttons of her dress, pulling the fabric from her sh

The rain outside lashed against the windows of Dr. Elias Thorne’s private study, a fittingly dramatic backdrop to Clara’s growing unease. She clutched the discreet note in her hand. “Dr. Thorne requests your presence… 8 PM, to review patient files.”But she knew better. No files were ever reviewed at 8 PM in his personal sanctum. This was different. This was just him, and her.The heavy door swung open, revealing the lavish room. It reeked of expensive wood, old books, and a faint, masculine scent that was purely him. Elias. He was impossibly handsome for his age, somewhere in his late forties. Salt-and-pepper hair, eyes like chipped obsidian, and a jawline that could cut glass. A dark suit fitted his lean, powerful frame perfectly. He looked like sin, perfectly tailored.He sat behind his massive mahogany desk, a single lamp illuminating his sharp features. His gaze lifted, pinning her instantly.“Clara,” his voice was a low purr, a sound that slid under her skin. “Come in, my dear.

Book 3 - Big Boobs NunThe stale air in the confessional booth pressed in, thick with the scent of old wood and unspoken sins. Sister Agnes knelt on the other side of the screen, her voice a reedy whisper that barely carried through the grilles. "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," she began, her tone a practiced piety that barely masked the tremble in her words.Her white habit, usually so prim and starched, seemed to strain today, particularly over the generous swell of her chest, which rose and fell with each agitated breath.Father Michael, on his side, felt a familiar pull in his gut. He was a man of God, committed to his vows, but Sister Agnes was a constant, exquisite challenge to his resolve. He could sense her innocence, her genuine devotion, yet underneath it, a simmering sensuality she seemed utterly unaware of.His gaze, though meant to be directed at the grille, found itself repeatedly drawn downward, past the coarse fabric, imagining the soft, heavy flesh beneath. He

Book 3- Big Boobs Nun PT. 3Sister Agnes pushed open the heavy, creaking door to the hidden chamber beneath the sacristy. The air within was thick and cool, smelling of damp stone and something else, something subtly sweet and musky. Her eyes, still slightly dazed from the confessional's aftermath, struggled to adjust to the dimness. A single, flickering candle cast long, dancing shadows across the walls, illuminating what looked like a makeshift altar. But it was no altar for prayer. A plush velvet cloth, undoubtedly stripped from a holy table, now covered a low, stone slab in the center of the room. A cruet, normally holding communion wine, now contained a clear, amber liquid that glinted in the candlelight.Father Michael stood waiting, bathed in the soft, intimate glow. He had shed his cassock, revealing a simple white tunic and dark trousers, though even in this casual attire, his presence was commanding. His hair was slightly disheveled, and his eyes, dark and piercing, held a r

Book 4 - Sucking her brothers dick The silence in the grand, unfamiliar house was a living thing, vast and echoing. My new parents, so kind and overwhelmingly cheerful in their efforts to make me feel at home, had left abruptly for an emergency business trip, leaving me alone with him. My stepbrother, Liam. We hadn't really talked since I arrived a week ago. He was older, maybe twenty-one, with a quiet intensity that was both intimidating and strangely captivating. His presence just loomed, even when he wasn't around, a constant, heavy weight in the air.I’d sought refuge in the master bathroom, drawn by its sprawling tub and the promise of scalding water. I slid into the heat, letting the steam rise around me, hoping it would wash away the last lingering strangeness of this new life. My body, unaccustomed to such luxury, slowly began to relax. But my mind… my mind was a battlefield. It always drifted to him.Liam.My hand, on its own accord, began to drift lower, tracing the line of