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Nine months of divorce numbness and eight months of pretending he didn’t want her like this — it all crashed over him at once. He slid his hand between her legs. She was dripping. Soaking his fingers the second he touched her. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “You’re soaked. Spanked and dripping for your Master like a good little slave.” She moaned loudly, pushing back against his hand. “Master— please—” He pushed two fingers inside her without warning. Deep. Curling. His thumb found her clit and rubbed tight circles. She cried out, hips rocking desperately against his thigh.

Sloan. I cried out sharply as his tongue flicked relentlessly over my swollen clit. “I want… fuck!” What was I even begging for? His cock? His fingers? His mouth devouring me until I forgot my own name? I was a married woman, for crying out loud — Derek’s wife — and here I was, legs spread wide on my husband’s best friend’s examination table, shamelessly grinding my soaked pussy against his face like a desperate, starved slut. My body had been neglected for so long that every lick felt like fire licking up my spine.

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.

Trigger Warnings 18+ ONLY This collection contains explicit sexual content including: Graphic MM sex scenes BDSM dynamics Dubious consent Power exchange Rough sex Possessive/dominant behavior Strong language Reader discretion is strongly advised. A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and dirty, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last

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.

I hollered, legs arched up on knees. Jax growled dirty: "That's right, Mia's best friend taking brother's cock raw. Anytime I want—sleeping, waking, your pussy's mine to fill, stretch, breed like a whore. Beg for it, let me use you whenever." "Aaaaaaa..... hhhhh!" I screamed, climax crashing again, pussy gushing around his cock as he spanked my ass red. He flipped me opposite now onto my back, legs over shoulders for deep missionary twist, cock spearing in painful stretch. "Opposite pound, baby... feel me ruin this anytime hole," he rasped, dirty words spilling.

I nibbled the head with my tongue and heard him growl loudly. ‎I felt him jerk and then he came, hot, thick, and down my throat. ‎"Swallow it all, honey," he ordered. ‎And I obeyed, taking every last bit of it. This is exactly what I wanted. To be continued in story 6 ‎**Author's Note" ‎Thanks for reading and supporting my book. I appreciate 💯 I've more steamy stories that would get you turned on. ‎

“Remember how you’d get all dressed up in barely anything under your clothes and we’d go to Coverts? We’d watch the other couples, get so turned on and fuck all night” I swallowed, my nipples tightening at the memory. I hadn’t thought about Coverts, the members-only swingers club, in years. Nathan and I were more watchers than swingers, watching everyone’s pleasure, which heightened our own. When we first began dating, we went often. Each time, we’d end up having some of the best sex of our lives.. We would role play or do some light kink. The last time we had gone to Coverts, Nathan was as fit as a horse. Or so we thought...

It sprang forth, hard and pulsing, the tip glistening with pre-cum. Kira stroked the veiny length, marveling at its size and heat. She guided the swollen head to her entrance, rubbing it teasingly along her slit, coating it in her juices. Jax groaned, his hips jerking forward as he sought entrance, desperate to bury himself in her welcoming heat.

I told him I liked that and whatever turned on both of us we could try. "Swingers clubs sound hot," I whispered, stroking his dick slowly, feeling it throb in my hand. "Watch me get touched a bit, you watch other sluts, but we fuck each other hard after. No full swaps yet… just teasing, building the heat." He groaned, thrusting into my fist. "Yeah, babe. Your body on display, hands on you, but my cock owns that pussy. Let's explore slowly, see what makes us cum hardest." I said we needed to burn the pictures, and we did.