Exotic Short Stories Novels & Stories

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Right when the vampire was a few feet away from Uea, a sense of realization flashed through his mind, and he gasped in horror. "Isn't this Cassian? The vampire in my story 'Exclusively His'? The short story collection I finished a few days ago?" Uea's mind overworked, trying to make sense of what was going on. He'd already found everything familiar to begin with, and after confirming his situation, another realization dawned on him, shaking him to the core. Uea glanced at his chained body, and his lips trembled when he realized he wasn't in his own body, but the body of the main character of his short story.

Lexi They kept fucking me like that for what felt like forever—long, deep strokes that kept me teetering right on the edge without letting me fall. My whole body was shaking, sweat slicking my skin, my pussy making the wettest, most obscene sounds every time they bottomed out. I could feel their cocks throbbing inside me, both of them fighting their own orgasms, veins pulsing against my walls. “Please… please…” I was crying now, actual tears of overwhelming pleasure and frustration. “I can’t hold it… I’m gonna cum… I’m so close… Zach, Julian, please let me cum…”

We were both naked as we walked on the balcony of their living room. “I want you to fuck me here in your balcony. This is where you usually celebrate your anniversary with your wife, right? And you’ll celebrate another one next week. When you celebrate it, I want you to remember how you fucked me here. How my legs were widely apart for you. How hard you thrust yourself into my wetness. How crazy our lips meet each other like we were husband and wife. How lustful our body touched and mixed as one together with our flesh. And when you kiss your wife here, I want you to remember how you cummed inside my pussy.” I said those words like an enchant.

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

“And here’s your key.” I turn, desperate to escape the lobby and any fallout of my ex’s inadequacies. “Thank you.” I walk quickly, the clack of my boots mixing with the wheels of my suitcase as I flee like a damn criminal, my heart pounding. Please let me escape. Please let me escape. Pl⁠— “Kay, wait up.” God dammit. But I don’t stop. If I don’t stop, if I make it into the elevators, then I can pretend I don’t know him.

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.

I want a cock in me, both, if they let me. The scent of sandalwood still lingers. Smoke curls lazily above the table, and in it, I feel suspended, caught between exhaustion and a peace I don’t trust. For once, I don’t reach for her defenses. I just breathe, eyes half-closed, knowing this calm won’t last but allowing it to exist for now. At the very least, I know they won’t kill me now, not when their cocks are rock hard.

He hovered above me, his eyes glowing gold with lust. Thunder erupted outside, clashing with the storm of lust brewing in those eyes. I tried to sit up, to slide back, but it made me rub my legs instead as he was so close. Rubbing my legs made my cum drip out of my cunt. I took my head backwards, moaning softly as I bit my lips shamelessly.