Erotic Revenge Stories Novels & Stories

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.

All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. This work is a piece of fictional erotic entertainment. Any sexual activity in real life should always involve clear consent from all parties. •••••• I hate my boss, Julien Moreau. Yes, I hate him.

She worked faster and tighter with her mouth and hands to bring him up to the point of no return. He couldn't hold out any longer as he gave one final grunt and came like an earthquake deep into the back of her throat. She sucked it all down, but kept milking his cock and massaging his balls. He started to push her away, but he knew what she had in mind. This was revenge. Sexual revenge. In sexual revenge, both parties win. Neither can lose. She wanted to overstimulate him and he didn't want to stop cumming. She attached herself to his meatsicle like it was air she needed for breathing.

I snap. “Anyone else?” “No, sir.” The two men exchange looks. Thirst Trap nods. “Good girl. You get another reward.” A sigh of relief escapes me as Thirst Trap resumes his position behind me and continues getting me off with his hand. His skin against mine makes the experience so much better. Within no time, the pressure builds again, even stronger this time, and my inner muscles start to tighten. My legs start to shake, and First Guy tightens his hand around my throat, making me feel like I’m floating. Rhythmic contractions of my core muscles follow as I hit an explosive climax.

He asked again in a very serious tone. “Kind of.” I honestly answered. It’s true. But the feeling of getting betrayed was far greater than the love I am feeling. I remembered the sick expression he have when he pushed me off the rooftop and how he shows no remorse after. That scene was engraved in my head and my heart. “Will you be taking revenge then?” “You ask a lot of questions.” I rolled my eyes and tucked some hair behind my ear. I heard him chuckle. “You want to learn from me to take revenge right?” He muttered in a low tone.

I turned the gun at that evil man who was the root of all this but he just smirked and said, "Come on now I didn't kill your family he did so sweetheart let's keep the gun away from me what do you say?" "Wait so all this relationship was a lie? You never loved me, you just wanted revenge." This time a look of betrayal and realization passed through his eyes. "It was in the beginning but it was real finally but now, I don't know Sean." “Senorita please listen to me." "A melodramatic love story I am loving it I wish I had popcorn but it's fine I am still enjoying it." I tried to block all their voices and tried to decide on who and what to believe.

I closed my eyelids as an anger filled slap hit directly on my left cheeks, it had effects on my jaws, I had blood in my mouth, this was unlike Erik, I knew he hated me but not to the extent of making me bleed and loving the fact that I had blood in my mouth. "You have the nerves trying to kill my cousin, I should have known that you're an assassin sent by some rouges to kill Kaden, making this land vulnerable to them. You're a sabotage, a lying, cunning and vindictive peasant. I should have stopped you the moment I had the chance" Erik had his plans for doing this, he wanted everyone to know what had happened, although we were just three, excluding the guard. Now that guard made it five and

Vanya opened the conversation as they waited for the taxi outside the bar, “what kind of revenge, to be precise?” The drunken man who had sobered up slightly then gritted his teeth and responded, “yes, I need to avenge Kevin. He just ruined my hard work and I can’t let that happen. A lesson needs to be taught for that insolent son of a bitch, but I haven’t thought of that deeply. Why do you ask?” “Oh, nothing,” lied the girl, “I once got hurt by someone until my life is shattered, and I need to take do the same.”

He broke the kiss and said "It seems you want it the hard way." She glares and raises her leg to kick him under his waist. Kang Li seemed to have seen through her. He grabbed her leg with one hand and used it to draw her closer to him. He then used the other hand to hold her hands tight. He used her held leg to rub against himself breathing heavily. Xinyi Er felt more disgusted with him. She spat on him. Kang Li slapped her and released her hands then pushed her on the floor. She hit on the bathroom sink and blood started gushing out of her injury.

“Do you want to pretend, or do you want to stop being the only fool in the room?” He kissed me before I finished the question. Desperate. Clumsy. Angry. I responded with the same fire. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t even lust. It was vengeance laced with need. We clawed at each other like two people who’d been starving for too long. I pulled down his shorts. He ripped my bikini bottom. I lay back on the guest bed, legs spread, body ready. And he slid into me like he’d been waiting years for it.