Erotiv Fiction Novels & Stories

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.

Derick, who had no idea what I have just done. I touched my lips, then my neck, then lower—just once, through my skirt—and felt her breath catch. I grabbed my bag, got out of the car, and walked toward the apartment. I walked into the apartment still feeling Mr. Grant’s cum leak out of me with every step. Derick was on the couch in a t-shirt and sweatpants, scrolling on his phone. He looked up and smiled. “Hey, baby. Long day?” “Yeah.” I went straight to the shower, but I didn’t wash between my legs. I left his cum inside me on purpose. When I came out in just a towel, Derick was already hard. He pulled me onto the bed and kissed me like he always did—soft, familiar, safe.

Robin was in my mouth, going deeper and holding my hair. "Take it deeper," Robin ordered. "I want to feel the back of that throat. Good girl, just like that." I came a second time with Hillian’s fingers inside me and Robin’s cock stretching my lips. "Fuck yes, cum again," Hillian told me. "Squeeze my fingers. Let us feel how hard you’re going." Robin pulled out of my mouth and reached for something on the nightstand. A small black vibrator. He turned it on and waved it at me.

Antonio’s kiss on her neck lingered, and the hands he wrapped around her waist seemed to be there even without his presence. “What am I suddenly…feeling this way….”. She opened her eyes and exhaled hotly. She could feel the wetness overflowing and her clits drumming and kicking for a touch. “Not now, this…this…is bad…should I?” She sat up and looked down. “I have to keep myself busy and my mind away from any erotic thoughts”. She walked to her small bookshelf and found a novel by a talented writer, CAROLUCHY. Unfortunately, it was an erotica novel. Doris gave it to her as a birthday gift years ago, and she never opened it, the deceit there is the title didn’t hint on the nature of the novel.

I could only blame myself for going too crazy and doing such an outrageous thing. After having dinner outside, I came home and saw some washed fruits on the table. I habitually took them up and ate them as a snack after dinner. Although I hated Lester's threat, I seemed to be looking forward to him calling me tonight. I was such a slut. I forgot the pain after the wound healed. Now that I was out of the devil's control, I started to fantasize again and was eager to experience him again. I was curious about what he would make me do.

His entire body shook as he came, shooting a massive, boiling hot load of cum deep inside me, filling my tight pussy to the very brim. He collapsed on top of me, his heavy chest heaving as he held me tight against the mattress. We stayed like that for a long time, the quiet returning to the room. The sin was turning into something much bigger, and as I felt his warm cum leaking out of me, I knew I was never going back to my old life again.

I became more aroused, I picked up my toys then put my vibrator in me. I turned it on and put it on Ultra mode, it vibrated like crazy. I picked up my dildo and put it in my mouth. Sucking on it until thick spit ran down my chin. The vibrator made me hit climax and I came, my legs shaking real bad. I cleaned up the mess I made, and slept off. It was morning, I took my bath, ate breakfast and left to work. Work wasn’t so stressful, we didn’t have couple of meetings like we always did. The Image of my neighbor’s cock keeps flashing in my head, making me fall deep in thoughts, not recognizing my environment.

“Please don’t stop! I was so close!” “Chat says edge you more,” I told her, reading the votes. “Hold it. Be a good girl.” She rode me harder, trying to chase it. Her moans filled the room. Loud and broken. “I’m your good girl… please… I need to cum so bad.” Viewer count hit twenty thousand. Tips kept adding up. Super Tipper sent $500 with the message: “Make her squirt again. Then creampie her deep.” I sat up, wrapped my arms around her from behind, and thrust up hard. One hand on her throat, the other rubbing her clit fast. “Cum now, baby. Cum all over my cock.”

I nodded, breath hitching as he slid one thick finger inside me. “Read tonight’s first vow,” he said, nodding toward the notebook beside us. “While I get you ready for my cock.” My hand trembled as I reached for it and opened to the newest page. “I vow… to crave your touch even when I’m supposed to be working for her,” I read, voice breathy. “To let you use my body as your secret outlet… until the guilt only makes me wetter.” Lucas groaned softly and added a second finger, pumping them deep and steady while his thumb worked my clit.

Another circled her clit, rubbing in slow, lazy figure-eights. She tried to fight the moan that clawed up her throat. She failed. The sounds were sloppy. Her pussy made obscene noises with every thrust. The tendril inside her thickened slightly—pulsing, almost like a cock. She bit her lip. Then it hit that spot hard. And again. And again. Her hips rocked back against it. She hated it—how her body betrayed her, how the chains rattled with every thrust. “Look at you,” Vaerith growled. “Dripping and desperate. You’ll come just from this, won’t you?”