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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.

DOMINANT & SUBMISSIVE BY EDNA BRUCE. A.K.A YOURSYCHODREAMS REMINDERS Before you all start reading, please understand that this story is the first draft, and hasn't been edited, revised, or anything. And also, I'll be so happy if every one of you follows me here on goodnovel💋

He rubbed his tip along my dripping pussy, my back arching in response. “Do you want this dick you slut? I want to hear you beg for it like the good little whore you are.” I squirmed as I felt his big cock pulsate against my clit. “Pleas sir, I want you to fill me up with your cock.” Marcus smirked. “Good girl. That’s my good little pet.” He rammed his cocked into my hole immediately. My body jolted back from the sensation of being filled up to the brim. I gasped, my mind turning into a blank sheet as he slammed into me relentlessly.

They had made love for three hours and she had her first orgasm from penetration thinking about me. Our agreement allowed her to have her vanilla husband and her family, while I could have my silence and all the sex I wanted without having to answer to her. She was a sub in every sense of the word “substitute,” but she was not a sub in the sense of the word “submissive.” She had been eager in the beginning, when her curiosity had gotten the better of her, but I was tired of training a new submissive. I did not have the patience it took. I had to put up with her running whenever she was not restrained. She always had to be firmly restrained to avoid the excessive gyrating as well. But by now

She was dimly aware of Jenna moving closer, her presence adding a layer of eroticism to the already charged scene. Travis's hands grasped her hips, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through her body, as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Are you ready, Sadile?" he whispered, his voice a low rumble that sent a jolt of excitement through her. Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that

It was the taste of their prior coupling, the taste of her own submission. She established a rhythm, her head bobbing in the confined space, one hand wrapped around his base. The scrape of her teeth was accidental, making him hiss, and the sound—a break in his control—sent a jolt of dark power through her fear. She could do that to him. She focused on the physicality of it, the slick friction of her mouth, the way his girth stretched her lips, the heavy weight on her tongue. Her own arousal was a damp, aching throb, untouched and desperate.

Slower this time, grinding deep, making me feel every inch. “Say it again,” he demanded, reaching around to stroke me. “I’m yours, Vincenzo. Your hole. Your captive. Please don’t stop.” Round three he flipped me on my back, legs over his shoulders, staring into my eyes as he bred me again. I came hands-free, shooting across my chest while my hole milked him dry. He followed with a deep groan, pumping another load into me. We went four rounds total. By the end I was a shaking, cum-soaked mess, leaking everywhere, completely wrecked in his arms. He held me close, one big hand stroking my back almost tenderly.

She sat on Jax’s lap, pushing her round, soft ass against his hard dick, while Marcus and Leo pushed in from the sides. She was sandwiched between them, feeling their hot breath and strong hands all over her. Marcus grabbed one of her heavy breasts and started to suck on the hard tip, while Leo bit her neck and Jax gripped her thick thighs. Layla was soaking wet, her pussy dripping juice onto Jax’s pants. Jax didn't wait; he pulled her dress up, guided his thick, hot dick to her opening, and shoved inside her from behind. Layla let out a loud, raw scream as he stretched her tight walls, filling her up completely. While Jax slammed into her from behind with a loud, wet thud, Marcus unzipped h

I held the back of his head and made him stay there, sucking one tit while his hand worked the other. My free hand slid down and lifted the habit. Bare pussy right in his face. Already wet. “Look at it,” I said. He pulled off my nipple with a wet sound and stared. “You want to taste it?” “Yes.” he’s breath was shaky, he was clearly nervous, “Then ask nicely.” “Please… let me taste you.” “Beg better.” His voice dropped. “Please, Sister. Let me put my mouth on you. I need it.” I smiled. “On your knees, worship me.”

This story deals with themes of hardcore BDSM and humiliation. Skip this story if you can't handle the heat. (Big Butt Plug : A lesbian BDSM Story - Part 2) "This is where you start learning, baby." I murmur. I pressed the tip of the plug against her asshole, gently circling it. Tory whimpered, her breath fogging the glass. I could feel her body trembling beneath me. My free hand grazed her lower back, tracing down to the curve of her ass. She flinched when I pushed the plug in slowly, working it past the tight ring of muscle.