Novel & Cerita Captured Sex Stories

"You'll go on the birth control of your choice. In that contract are our STI results from yesterday. We're clean. And we know you're clean because we retrieved your labs from last week for our files." "You stole my medical records?" I gasped, but I wasn't even angry. I was terrified of how much they already knew about me and how much it turned me on. "We take care of what belongs to us," Killian said, his gaze dropping to my chest. "From that video, we see how much you want to be fucked hard and dirty. And by someone who actually appreciates how juicy you are." He swallowed hard.

The care felt deeply intimate and loving, a reminder of why I had chosen this life with him. Just as I began to drift toward sleep, Morello’s touch shifted. His fingers trailed more deliberately across my skin, brushing over my nipples, sliding down my abdomen, and finally wrapping loosely around my cock beneath the water. He stroked me slowly, teasingly, until I stirred and opened my eyes. "Remember the last time we had sex, amore?" he asked, his voice turning husky, a playful glint lighting his eyes. I blinked, still hazy. "Today. I had sex with clients. Two of them, actually, in the same session."

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.

Florest POV Sometimes I wonder if I have a sign on my head that attract assholes. Cause that's the only explanation of how I get to be kidnapped by an ugly as fuck alien when they are billions of girls out there, not that I'm wishing any of them bad but "why me".. I stressed. I mean -- come on there are beautiful girls out there, look at me I'm nothing special, I'm just .....me, why couldn't you bastard just give a girl a break.

"It wasn't just... it wasn't just sex. It was like he was trying to break me. He looked at me, Bridge. He lustfully looked at me. Not like a student, but like he wanted to own every breath I took." "Oh my God, he did! He actually did it!" she squealed, her voice muffled as if she’d covered her mouth with her hand. "Tell me everything, Pearl. Don't leave out one bit. Was it raw? Did he mark you? Did he treat you like the top student or did he treat you like a complete slut for him? Talk to me, girl! I’m sitting here in the middle of my dinner and I’m about to scream!" I looked at the locked door, the silence of the house pressing in on me, and finally let the truth out in a shaky breath. "

Is she really a friend to be called? "How is it possible? Ruby, when you have sex then you are most likely to get pregnant but unfortunately for me, I didn't have the previlage here because I was raped instead, at the fucking night club you took me to while you disappeared on me without any traces." I grunt but tried to keep my voice low inorder not to call attention. "So did you tell anyone about my involvement?" Her voice was now calm and I shook my head in response, looking at my hands on the table.

He clarified. Curiosity piqued me. I wanted to ask if the story his brothers told about him was true but I couldn't bring myself to ask the question. “The safe word for her was Stop.’’ he began, almost as if he read the question in my heart. He grabbed one of my hands from his chest and sucked a finger. “In the middle of sex, she kept chanting that. Each time I stop…” he grabbed the next finger and sucked that as well. “She would drag me back, telling me she wasn’t asking me to stop.”

"That's a good thing, right? Intense is sexy." "Tash, something happened," I said, my voice barely a whisper. And then, the whole story came pouring out of me. The locked drawer, the journal, getting caught, the blackmail, the deal. I left out no detail. I told her everything—my fear, my shame, and my sick, twisted arousal. When I was finished, the room was silent. Tasha just stared at me, her mouth slightly agape, her eyes wide with shock. "Holy shit," she finally breathed out. "Holy. Fucking. Shit, Elara."

He kept stroking through the orgasm, milking himself dry, body shaking as the fantasy lingered. Panting, dizzy, and still floating in post-nut haze, Julian grabbed his phone with cum-smeared fingers. The best shots were ready. He quickly selected the full explicit album—dozens of obscene nudes—and meant to send them to his mentor, Mr. Harlan. His thumb slipped. Sent to Damien Voss. The realization hit him like ice water two seconds later.

she spat rudely. Vladimir was shocked, having raised his head. It was an official form of parchment, sealed with the Red Crescent Moon Pack stamp and his and the Emereah's. It detailed the terms that he had talked over orally during their mating. Vladimir sat up gradually, his own semen running down his belly. It all was there, even the part concerning the gelding. This was definitely not what he had planned their first time would be.