Eortic Stories Novels & Stories

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

“Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.” Nicolas finally slid two fingers inside my core and started moving it back and forth earning a moan from me. “Ahhhgh…” I moaned. Clover was licking all over my back. Nicolas started nibbling and sucking my nipples while he fingered me and soon Clover stripped off his pants. Nicolas removed his fingers and Clover slipped his manhood inside me in one go. “Ahhhh….” “No…No. Clover isn't wearing any condoms.” “Don't worry sis, we already got the contraceptive pills for you.”

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.

She reached between them, rubbing her clit in frantic circles as he impaled her. “I’m gonna cum!” she screamed. “Make me cum!” His thrusts became erratic, desperate. He was losing control. Francine felt his cock swell even more inside her. She pinched her clit and the coil snapped. Her orgasm exploded through her. Waves of blinding pleasure convulsed her body. Her pussy clenched around his shaft, milking it. She shook, sobbing with release. The sensation triggered his own. Harry cried out, a broken shout. He slammed into her one final, deep time and held there. His cock jerked, and Francine felt the hot flood of his cum filling her, spilling deep inside her channel.

He screamed once more, and once more nothing happened. Anderson begun to hyperventilate. Everything he had done. Everything he had been through. Was it all for naught? He was so sure it would happen. Did he make an error somewhere in the process? Anderson knelt on the ground, on the verge of tears. Was this some kind of sign to let things go? He could not. As he knelt on the ground, his mind drifted to her. His wife. He cute smile. Her soft red hair.

Lucinda stated. “Miss what? Sex? No, I don’t,” she casually answered. Raising her brows, Lucinda scoffed, “Well, if you don’t miss it then that means you never got the real taste of it.” Without waiting for her reply, she got up and added, “Sex with the right person will make you crave for more and it’s not just the fucking that you crave for darling. The intimacy, the touch from the right person is what you yearn for.”

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I’m watching this sex carnival from the margins. The room is color saturated and molten, light sliding over costumes that gleam like liquid. A woman with orange hair in a beetle-black catsuit is giving head to a guy reclining in an elaborate leather chair raised on chrome scaffolding. His wide-spread legs are hooked over padded arms. His eyes are closed. The chair makes me think of my last gynecological exam. I asked her not to use K-Y because it gives me a yeast infection. She opened a drawer packed with little sachets. “It’s the glycerin,” I said. “Sugar upsets my vagina.” I meant the PH balance, but she understood.

“Yeah that's it. Shit, you're going to make me come with you baby. That's it, don't stop.” I moaned. “Ethan, Ethan please, I'm cumming. I'm cumming, I'm cumming”. His hands did not stop moving me, harsh grunts escaping his chest. Soon, he let out a harsh groan and shuddered, and I felt his warm cum spill into me. I opened my eyes and stared at him, panting. His dark blue eyes looked even darker, and he brought me closer to him, kissing me. “Grace, I want to tell you something.”

Juliette had heard these horror stories from the previous receptionist. As she got closer to the door, she heard a thud as if he had thrown his shoe at the wall. He threw things, but most often his shoes, she’d learned. She bit her lip at the thought that at least it wasn’t an employee’s head. In the brief silence that followed the thud, she slowly opened the door to his office. He was still on the phone and beckoned her to enter. She shut the door behind her and began to lay out the lunch that she had brought on the long table mostly covered in papers by his desk.