Backrooms Stories Novels & Stories

Carla and Travis watched from the sidelines, hands clasped. “We did it,” Carla said, her voice steady. Travis nodded. “And we’re just getting started.” The scars remained, but they were no longer wounds. Dave, Carla, and the other victims were healing, not just surviving but thriving, their journeys a testament to resilience, love, and the unyielding power of talent reclaimed. ----- This marks the end of the Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire. Compiled short story arcs now made their way to their ends.

she murmured softly as she slid into the seat. He closed the door with a quiet click, circling around to the driver’s side. Moments later, the car purred to life, and they eased into the flow of traffic, heading back toward Queens. As the city lights blurred past them, Natalia found herself gazing out the window, her mind spinning with thoughts of Damien, Camila, and the life she’d carefully kept hidden for so long.

But tonight nothing felt like normal. He groaned and walked her backward toward the back room, hands roaming down her sides, gripping her hips, pulling her closer. They bumped into shelves. Didn’t care. Clothes came off in frantic, clumsy tugs — her dress unzipped, his shirt yanked over his head, her bra gone, his pants shoved down. Skin on skin. Hot. Sweaty already. He pushed her down onto the old couch in the back room. Dropped to his knees between her legs.

More, and more. End of Book 1

I tasted everything… my juice, his cum, everything. The dirty taste made me want more. We fucked one more quick time on the floor and then he bent me over the couch, fucked me from behind hard and fast, and came inside me again in less than five minutes By the time evening came my pussy was sore and leaking cum all day. But every time I felt it drip I smiled. The sin was rooted deep inside me now and I never want it to stop

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

Then I stood under the spray until it turned cold. I didn’t sleep. Instead I sat cross-legged on my bed in an old T-shirt, laptop open, staring at the Gory Room website again. There was a members’ forum now—hidden behind login. I created an anonymous account: InitiateE26. The threads were raw. One woman wrote about her first time: how she cried the whole drive home, not from regret but from the sudden absence of pain. Another posted photos (blurred faces) of rope marks that looked like lace. Someone asked if anyone had gone back the same week.

“Oh, Father, the thoughts I had about this man... they were really, really dirty. I took off my bra and showed off my tits to him. He seemed to really like it. His eyes glazed over; I was going to bury his face in them until he was out of breath…” I sucked in a deep breath. I didn’t know when it happened, but my zipper had come undone and I had slipped my hand inside my briefs. Caution had been blown completely to the wind. I didn’t care where I was, or that I had returned to a habit I’d struggled to let go of for years. All I knew was that I was painfully hard and I had to rub one off to Candy telling me, in that sweet voice, all the naughty things she wanted to do to me. At least it would

When the doctor got out of the Emergency room, Clarice and I asked how she was. "Her head is fine, judging by the way she complains about everything," the doctor, whom we learned was Mrs. Brown, said. "But she messed up her back, working too hard-stressed and bad diet. We have to put her in traction." "But how?" I wailed. "She was perfect just yesterday." "It took a while to stiffen up," said the doctor. "But now that it has, she's in for at least a month." "A month?" My heart gave a lurch. "And it's-it's my fault!"

the first man answered walking away, "How about you? I said gripping him the his shirt "No sir" he replied like someone who had seen a ghost "How about the injured patient that was brought here a while ago by a red ambulance, any ideas on where he was taken? I continued asking still holding his shirt "Hmm, he was taken to the central hospital, it just few blocks from here" he replied releasing himself off my grip, then ran away, I quickly ran to the central hospital there I found Linx, he was in the blood storage room consuming blood as he pleased, he had even killed two nurses with the aim of sucking their bloods