All Chapters of Forbidden Desires: A collection of sinful hot stories: Chapter 391 - Chapter 400

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TITTY OBSESSION 1

Chapter 1: I WALK OUT OF THE SHOWER NAKED AND MY JIEJIE IS STARING AT MY TITS LIKE SHE PAID RENTI walk out of the shower naked and make a sound that should never leave a grown woman’s throat.There is a girl in my bedroom.Not a burglar. Not a hallucination from the cheap body wash. A real, tall, unfairly hot girl standing by my dresser like she has been measuring my life for weaknesses. White shirt. Hair twisted up like she got off a plane and decided bras were optional. She looks at me the way people look at a menu they already know they are going to order from.I slap one arm across my chest and the other between my legs and immediately realize I have the spatial awareness of a startled pigeon.“Get out—”She does not get out. She looks. First at my face, then at the arm failing to hide anything, then lower, like she is taking attendance.“Mei.”That voice lands in my spine before my brain finishes the paperwork.Five years. Five years of group-chat photos and birthday messages se

TITTY OBSESSSION 2

**Chapter 2: I LET MY JIEJIE LICK ICE CREAM OFF MY TITS IN MY OWN KITCHEN AND I STILL PRETEND I HATE HER**I last four hours before I come out of my room, which I am choosing to call self-control even though it is mostly me sitting on my bed staring at the door like a coward with good bone structure.Jia has taken over the kitchen like the lease came with her name already printed on it. Her containers are in my fridge. Her charger is in my outlet. Her shoes are by the door at a neat angle that makes my whole apartment look sloppy by comparison. The place smells like her now, clean and expensive, and I keep walking into it anyway because I am apparently allergic to pride.She is in a tank top and shorts. No bra. I can see the shape of her nipples when she turns toward the counter, and I look away so hard my neck complains.“Sit,” she says.“I am not hungry.”“I did not ask if you were hungry.”I sit, because fighting her in my own kitchen feels like losing twice, and I have already los

TITTY OBSESSION 3

**Chapter 3: I WAKE UP TIED TO MY OWN BED WITH MY JIEJIE’S COLLAR ON MY THROAT AND HER HAND IN MY SHORTS**I wake up because something is sitting against my throat.Not choking. Present. A soft band and a small metal ring resting in the hollow of my neck like jewelry I did not agree to own. I grab for it and my wrists do not go far.Black ties. Thin. Neat. One around each wrist, knotted to the slats of my headboard with the kind of care that is more insulting than if she had been rough. I tug once, then again, and the headboard gives a polite little complaint and does not let me go.Jia is sitting on the edge of my bed in one of my shirts. Hair down. Calm. Holding a mug like this is a normal morning and I am not tied up in the apartment our parents think is being used for focused studying.“Morning.”“What the fuck is this?”“A conversation,” she says. “You keep running your mouth about how I left. You do not get to do that while you soak through your shorts for me and leave the door

TITTY OBSESSION 4

**Chapter 4: I COME ON MY JIEJIE’S TONGUE WITH A COLLAR ON MY THROAT AND I DO NOT STOP HER WHEN SHE MAKES ME DO IT AGAIN**She makes me wait until night.That is the cruelty. Not the ties. The waiting. All day she moves through my apartment like a roommate with clean hands and a clean schedule. She cooks. She answers emails. She asks if I want takeout in the same voice she used when we were younger and she was still allowed to be the good example. The collar stays on. Every swallow reminds me it is there. Every time her eyes drop to the ring, my body answers before my mouth can build a defense.After dinner she says, “Bed.”Not mine. Hers. The spare room she claimed on the first night, sheets that smell like her perfume and laundry soap and the kind of calm I do not trust anymore.“On your back.”I go. I tell myself I am choosing it so I do not have to admit I am obeying, but the distinction is getting thinner every hour I spend with her ring against my throat.Jia takes the black tie

PORNSTAR AUDITION 1

Chapter 1I Walk Into the Wrong Room and They Tell Me to Take My Clothes OffThe address on the card looks legitimate.Third floor. Glass door. A paper sign taped at eye level: CASTING — ROOM B. I spent the whole train ride rehearsing the monologue from the indie short I thought this was. Serious. Tasteful. The kind of credit that might finally get me out of weekend cattle calls and into something with my name spelled right.My rival smiled too wide when she handed me the card this morning.I should have checked.The waiting room is wrong the second I step in. No headshots on clipboards. No nervous girls running lines under their breath. Just a leather couch, a camera on a stick, bottles of water, and a woman in a black tank top scrolling her phone like she has all day.She looks up. Looks me over. Slow.“You’re late. Name?”“Lila. Lila Hart. I’m here for the short? The one with the—”She snorts. “Honey. You’re in Room B.”She stands. Points at a second door. “Through there. Director’s

PORNSTAR AUDITION 2

**Chapter 2** **They Pin Me Down and Fuck Me While the Camera Watches My Face**Cole doesn’t ease in.Sable keeps my wrists pinned above my head like I might bolt. Cole kneels between my thighs, drags the thick head of his cock through the slick Sable left on me, and looks at Drew for the nod.Drew gives it.Cole pushes in with one long, heavy thrust.The stretch knocks the air out of me. He is thicker than he looked. The ridge of his head drags along my walls and then seats deep enough that I feel it behind my navel. My mouth opens on a sound I cannot swallow.“Fuck—”“Take it,” Drew says from behind the camera. Calm. Professional. Filthy. “Don’t clench. Let him in. Eyes on the lens.”I look.Cole bottoms out and stays there, breathing hard, hands braced on the backs of my knees, spreading me until the stretch burns. Sable leans down and kisses me through those first brutal seconds, all tongue and control, swallowing the noises I cannot keep in. Her tits press against mine. She is

PORNSTAR AUDITION 3

**Chapter 3** **They Fold Me Open and Pound Me Until I Come With His Cock Still Buried in Me**They do not give me time to think.Sable lies back against the pillows and pulls my head between her thighs like she owns the space there. Cole drags me down the mattress by my hips until I am bent the way he wants—ass up, knees wide, cunt exposed, mouth already back on Sable. He slams into me from behind in one stroke that punches a moan straight into her.“Fuck, she’s sloppy now,” he says. “Listen to that.”The wet sound is filthy. I am still dripping from the last orgasm, still open from his fingers and his cock and Sable’s hand, and he uses it. He pounds me without mercy—deep, mean strokes that rock me forward into Sable’s cunt every time his hips snap against my ass. One hand fists my hair and uses it as a handle, yanking my mouth tighter against her. She grinds down and talks to the camera over my head like I am furniture that happens to have a tongue.“Look at her work. First day an

PORNSTAR AUDITION 4

**Chapter 4** **I Ride Him Until He Fills Me Again and They Make Me Swallow It Off My Own Face**They put Cole on his back.The sheet under him is already wrecked—wet spots, a smear of his first load, the outline of my hips. Sable stands beside the bed with one hand in my hair, guiding me like I might forget how to move. I straddle him on shaking thighs. His cock is hard again, slick with both of us, flushed dark at the head. I hover for one stupid second like I still have a choice.Sable pushes down on my shoulder.I sink onto him in one drop.I am so used and sloppy that there is no resistance left. I take him to the root and a fresh trickle of the creampie he already left in me squelches out around the base of him and runs down his balls. The sound is disgusting. The camera loves it. I love it in a way that makes my stomach twist.“Fucking hell,” Cole grunts. His hands clamp my waist hard enough to bruise. “Ride. Don’t tease. Work for it.”I ride.It is not pretty. My thighs burn

BLACKMAILED BY MY SISTER-IN-LAW 1

**Chapter 1** **I Open the Door and My Husband’s Sister Has the Same Mouth I Kissed the Night Before My Wedding**The doorbell rings while I am drying a plate.Adam is still at work. He texted at lunch and told me to be nice, that she has had a rough three years, that family means we make room. I already made the guest bed. I already put out towels. I already told myself this would be fine, because what else do you say when your husband’s little sister gets out of county and has nowhere else to go?I set the plate down and open the door.Roxie Hale is standing on my porch with a duffel bag and a half-smile that does not belong on a first visit.She is twenty-six, lean in a way jail makes people lean, black tank top, scuffed boots, a tattoo climbing out from under her collar. Pretty in a mean, unbothered way. I have seen her in old pictures Adam keeps in a drawer. I have not seen her in person since before she stopped showing up to things.And still my stomach drops, because I have s

BLACKMAILED BY MY SISTER-IN-LAW 2

**Chapter 2** **I Lock the Guest Room Door and Let My Sister-in-Law Put Her Mouth Between My Legs**Adam is asleep by eleven, the way he always is. Half a beer. Sports recap. That soft snore I used to find comforting. I lie on my side facing the wall and tell myself I am not getting up. I tell myself I can wait her out. I tell myself a threat is only a threat until morning, when I can think like a wife again.Then I see the ice machine. Her hand. The way I came with my teeth in a stranger’s shoulder because I could not risk a sound.I get out of bed.The hall is dark. Our wedding photos watch me pass them like they know. The guest room door is cracked and the lamp is on, and Roxie is on the bed in one of my old tanks and nothing else. The shirt is too small for her. It pulls across her chest and rides up her hips. She looks at me like she booked this hour days ago.“Lock it.”I lock it. The click is quiet and it still feels loud enough to wake the whole street.“Good housewife.” She

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