Carnal Temptations Novels & Stories

she answered him and kissed him again. “I feel close,” Adam whispered. “If you come, you are out of the game, the only way to stay in the game is to be edged and close to orgasm,” Terra said. “But is there a point to this? I still do not understand what exactly I am playing for,” Adam replied. Terra got off him, removing his still hard cock from her hungry maw and pulled him to his feet. Adam almost groaned in frustration. He wanted so badly to come. “It is an ancient game.” Terra started and lead him to the door. “We call it the Carnality, the purest form of magic sexual pain and pleasure.”

Kara had curated a rack of outfits that screamed pure temptation, pieces designed to strip away inhibitions and ignite the camera's gaze, far too sinful for anything but the steamiest video shoot. The first one was a red satin two-piece that slithered over my body like liquid desire: a barely-there halter top that cupped my breasts, the thin straps straining against my shoulders while the fabric dipped scandalously low between them, exposing the swell of my cleavage and the hardened peaks of my nipples pressing insistently through the sheen. The matching skirt rode low on my hips, a whisper of material that hugged the flare of my ass and thighs, ending just below the curve where it threatene

“Beg for it.” The need was greater than the humiliation it was a raw primordial ache that overcame all other thoughts. Desperate for the release he so deftly withheld I pleaded my body arching my voice hoarse. “Please. Oh, please…” I wanted him with a fierce burning desperation I didnt know I was capable of because he kept up his slow agonizing assault on my senses. My nerves ached my skin flushed and my body hummed with a dizzying sense of anticipation. Without letting go of my own touch he allowed me to experience every sensation and rising tide of desire. It was unadulterated pure agony and I detested myself for wanting it so badly.

'His remark didn't really help me though, plus I don't think that 5'6 was small, they were all just crazy tall. "Henry right? Hi, I'm Carter Dawson, a pleasure to meet you." A guy wearing glasses like mine, lend his hand in front of me. He had a brown hair, and his eyes were the color of the sea, so deep and serene. I shook his hands and took my hand back, but the other blonde guy they were with held my hands in place and caressed it. "Ohh my! I see your future dear Henry! It will be so so bright, full of happiness, and most importantly full of sex, wait, what, OWWW!!”

My body trembled as I clung to the flowers for balance. “Re.. remove your cock..” I whimpered, arching my ass back to take him deeper. “Really?” His hands dug into my waist as he moved faster. The forbidden pleasure of it made orgasm coil beneath my belly. “Your pussy is milking me, and you want me to remove it?” he murmured. My eyes rolled as I clenched harder around him. “We shouldn’t... shouldn’t be doing this, bastard!” I rasped. I had never cheated, but his cock and stamina...

Forbidden Fantasies

The slap of our bodies filled the room—wet, obscene sounds mixing with the thunder. I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest, and began to ride him harder. Faster. My ass bounced on his thighs, my pussy gripping him like a vice with every downward stroke. “That’s it, son,” I gasped, the word dripping with filth. “Fuck Mommy’s tight pussy. Fill me up like you’ve always wanted.” The taboo talk poured out of me effortlessly, heightening everything. Each time I called myself Mommy, his cock twitched inside me, growing even harder.

He uncrossed his legs slowly, and I could see the full outline of his thick, hard cock straining against his trousers. The head looked swollen, pressing insistently against the fabric. He was breathing heavier now, his broad chest rising and falling as he fought to maintain his professional composure. “I keep imagining strong hands on my body,” I continued, my voice shaky and breathy. “Fingers spreading my pussy open. A hot tongue licking my clitoris until I’m shaking. A thick cock stretching me wide open and fucking me until I squirt everywhere My breathing had grown heavy. I was practically panting now.

But mostly, it's this deep, nagging heat between my legs that won't quit. I'm horny as hell, replaying it all in my head. The stretch when he first entered me, the wet pull of his cock sliding out and slamming back. But mixed in with the lust is this confusion, this pull that scares me. Why me? Out of all the women he could have—executives, models—he picks the intern who's barely got her foot in the door. What does he want beyond just fucking me? Am I just a toy for him to play with until he gets bored?

She stepped into the dim office, sunlight barely filtering through heavy curtains, the air warm with the scent of old books and his cologne, musky and sharp. He stood by the desk, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, his tie loose, his forearms bare and strong. His eyes swept over her, lingering on the dress’s hem, high on her thighs, the way it hugged her breasts, her nipples poking through. Her cheeks flushed, her skin prickling, her pussy throbbing under his gaze. “You dressed to tempt me,” he said, his tone smooth but laced with hunger, his lips curling slightly. He stepped closer, stopping just out of reach, his eyes narrowing. “Or is this about Sophie? Trying to make sure I don’t look a