Novel & Cerita Exotic Short Stories

He pulled off onto a dark road, pushed my seat back and climbed over me. He fucked me twice more before he dropped me off at the house, both of us breathing hard and sweaty. I knew it was wrong. I knew it could blow everything up. But the secret nights kept happening anyway. One evening my phone buzzed. Xavier’s name showed up. The message said “Door unlocked.” My heart started racing. I bit my lip and headed straight for the back door. When I stepped inside, he was already there waiting in the dim light. His eyes burned into me. “You’re late,” he said, grabbing my waist and pulling me against him.

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.

Chapter 1: Caught Fucking Around Trigger warning: This story is raw, gritty. It's not the kind that pets you. It will strip you off your pride like a little dirty dog, take you to your peak and punish you harder. When you're done, your pussy won't be the only thing that leaks... your master's marks will be your new tattoo, and little puppy, you'll thank him for it. Drop now if you hate dirty stories with degradation. Britanny's POV

By sunset, that ache had turned into a throbbing, dripping need. No boyfriend. No rules. Just seven days to be a greedy, horny slut. I grabbed the resort tablet and opened the Concierge app. Private Companions. I selected exactly what I wanted: Male. Very tall. Extremely muscular. Hung like a fucking horse. Expert tongue and stamina. No limits. One night. I hit submit, already soaked. Thirty minutes later, a firm knock sounded at the door. I opened it and felt my pussy clench at the sight of him.

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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.

God, I’m turning him on as well. Thirst Trap returns carrying a bunch of things that look like sticks, but I quickly recognize those as a special type of incense. I’ve seen those in the black market while I was on a mission. I don’t know the specifics, but I do know they’ve been used for centuries as mild aphrodisiacs. Why are they doing this, though? I’m already longing for them, and I’m doing fine without this type of assistance. Why would they need it? Something tells me this is not as simple as it seems.

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.