10 Stories Novels & Stories

I made my way to his room, which was right beside the study, and walked in, searching as fast as I could for a key. I found a bunch of keys in his drawer and decided to try everything until one of them miraculously opened the freaking door. I tried the first key. Nothing. “Stupid key!” I muttered in annoyance and tried the second key, with the same results. There were about sixteen keys in this bunch and none of them were opening the damn door. I stared at the last key in my hand like it was my salvation. Then I pushed it in and turned the lock. Static. It still didn't work. I groaned in frustration and leaned against the door, ready to cry when the door pushed open and I fell in.

She ran the smooth side over my ass, letting me feel the cool leather. "Ten strikes," Monica said. "Count them." The first slap landed hard across both cheeks. The sting bloomed hot and sharp. "One," I gasped. The second followed quickly on the left cheek. "Two." Each strike grew harder, the paddle cracking against my reddened skin. By the fifth my voice was shaking. Tasha reached under me and found my clit, rubbing it in tight circles while Monica continued the spanking.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

Gradually, he grew soft inside me before pulling out. Then he collapsed beside me, his breaths coming out ragged. "Fuck," I gasped. "That was–" "One thing crossed off your bucket list," he cut me off, kissing my shoulder. "Nine more to go. You've got missionary down, but still need more doggy, then oral giving and receiving, six nine, fucking against a wall, fucking in a car, handcuffs, anal, and—" "Saying I love you," I finished. He smiled. "And saying I love you."

Hello, my dear readers. Thank you for all the appreciation you have shown me, especially your support and comments after my updates. For October, the story I will be writing is titled THE WOMEN WHO LIVE LIKE A SUPERSTAR. I can't wait to continue the story, and I hope you will enjoy it. What about the werewolf genre story? Of course, I’ll also update that in October. So I’ll be updating two stories in October until they’re finished. I hope you’ll enjoy them.

The extended family dinner at the sprawling suburban house in suburban Chicago was hitting its fourth hour. Thanksgiving leftovers were being reheated, football highlights blared from the living-room TV, kids chased each other through the hallway, and the adults were deep into their third round of wine and stories about “the old days.” The dining table was still crowded with half-empty casserole dishes, cranberry sauce stains, and crumpled napkins.

Chloe whimpered into Brody’s mouth, her lower half completely paralyzed by the intense, burning heat filling her up inside. Mason pulled out with a heavy gasp, leaving her rear raw, leaking, and completely ruined. He stepped back, wiping his brow, while Chloe collapsed flat onto her stomach, her cheek pressed against the cold vinyl, her mouth still slick with Brody's spit. But Brody wasn't done. He stood over her head, his length dripping and twitching just inches from her face. "We still have ten minutes before the bus leaves, princess," Jace whispered, stepping back up to the table, his own length hard again and glistening with her fluids.

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

she managed to stammer, her voice a thin, reedy thing. “Oh, that’s terrible!” Brenda clucked sympathetically, her fingers flying across the keyboard. “Well, this should help take the edge off. Just be careful. It can make you a bit… loopy. And don’t operate any heavy machinery.” The irony was a physical blow. If only she knew what kind of ‘heavy machinery’ she was hoping to operate. Brenda returned with a small white bottle, exactly ten pills inside. Ten doses. Ten appointments. Ten steps deeper into this hell. “There you go, sweetie. You take it easy now.”

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As