Dirty Romance Stories Novels & Stories

Hello Forbidden Love Stories Readers and Fans. I like to know what kind of story or tales would you like in this book next. I was thinking to go back to our starting days of the FLS sensual short stories of 1-3 chapters. If you agree, Like this chapter and leave comments and your opinions. I have many amazing full of lust and love short stories ready to go live for you guys. These are all my personal favorite premium short stories which I have been saving for days and it is time this gold comes to light to meet the readers.

The night just fell making the whole room turned darker as Damon already broke the lamps but the moans of pleasure and growls of satisfaction filled the darkroom with only the proof of a big bad alpha. Damon knight claiming his only precious possession as his. But not as a possession but as his love. His first and last love. Damon fell on her sweaty body as they both ride their pleasure and came to an end. His face was dug deep inside her crook. The effect of drug turned off and his body started to get tired. But his heart still wanted to have her again and again. Moving away he stared at her face as her breathing was calmer than before. She opened her tired eyes and stared in his dark gaze

"Romance." "Romance?" A slow smirk spread across his lips. "I read a bit of everything too, though I'm usually a mystery guy. Do you write smut?" I almost choked on my coffee, as I felt my face turned bright red. "Sometimes," I managed to say, desperately wishing the floor would swallow me whole. Why would he suddenly ask me that?

“Fuck.” Rachel stared at her phone in the hotel room. Another lonely business trip, another boring night. The steamy romance novel she’d bought at the airport wasn’t helping the growing ache between her legs. It had been weeks since her breakup, and she was horny. She decided to head down to the hotel bar. Slipping into a cocktail dress and heels, she felt good as heads turned when she walked in. She ordered a glass of wine and soon a well-dressed man named Grant slid onto the stool beside her.

But the truth is simple in a way most people wouldn’t understand. I have a dangerously high libido and I’m NEVER sexually satisfied. And because of that, every relationship I’ve had seems to end the same way. The first one called me “too intense.” He said I made him feel like he was always trying to keep up with something he couldn’t understand. We lasted two weeks after having a threesome with his crazy elder brothers. Even then, it felt like I’d just started. They didn’t satisfy me at all—sexually or otherwise. I barely even came.

He asked, his tone laced with curiosity. How did that feel? That felt like the most amazing sex I'd ever had. He knew when to make me beg, when to push harder, when to slow down. This was the kind of man I'd spent my whole life searching for. The wannabe dominant men I'd met at clubs couldn't even make me cum twice. Yet he did that, easily. But I knew men like Rocco very well. The moment they knew just how much you loved their strokes, they'd take advantage of it.

The hangover was a bitch but it was worth every second. Two years married now, and their love had only deepened. The way Zach would lean in and murmur something filthy in Julian’s ear just to watch his ears flush red. The way Julian would melt when Zach gripped the back of his neck and kissed him—slow, possessive, like the world could burn and they wouldn’t notice. The casual touches that never quite stayed appropriate even with me sitting right there. It was both beautiful and torture. Because while they had everything, my love life was a rotating door of disappointment.

My hand found Damien’s hair, pulling him down into a deep, desperate kiss, while my lower half grinded hungrily against Liam’s mouth. I was seeking more. Always more. I reached down, my fingers fumbling with the fly of Damien’s slacks until I found his cock. He was rock hard, pulsing with the same energy I felt. I fondled his length, my thumb grazing the head, while Liam began to finger me again with a slow pace that drew a broken moan from my throat. "Fuck, Liam... right there," I screamed, the devoted wife image I’d always wore completely burning. "Damien, look at what he's doing to me. It feels so goddamn good."

He was flushed, glistening, twitching with need. Alex hauled her up and kissed her, deep, hungry, tasting himself on her tongue. Then he lifted her easily, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the bed. The city skyline glowed behind him, watching them like a silent audience. He laid her down, sliding between her thighs, his cock dragging against her soaked center through her panties. "Protection?" she gasped as he kissed a path down her throat. "Drawer," he muttered, fumbling for it. He tore the foil with his teeth, rolled the condom on in one fluid stroke.

Her kiss was desperate and trembling, like she’d been holding back for too long. Anna didn’t waste a second. I felt her hand slip down, her fingers wrapping around my c*ck, pumping it with deliberate strokes until my knees nearly buckled. Then, she dropped to her knees and took me into her warm mouth. “F*ck!” I gasped, my lips still locked onto April’s, as I circled her nipples with my finger, teasing until she let out a shaky whimper against my lips. "I never stopped loving you, never stopped desiring you," April's words quivered into my mouth.