Exotic Stories Novels & Stories

The next story Laura Figures. The night I drag myself here, Fantasies is suffocating with bodies. The one night I need release after a week from hell, the place is pulsing with noise and sweat. Everywhere I turn, heat and perfume press in, laughter cutting through the bass. It is not just crowded; it is overwhelming—the kind of crush that makes me wonder if I have lost my mind thinking this is the cure for burnout.

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.

One wouldn’t know if it was a water droplet from the waterfall’s constant roar or if it came from his eyes. “Listen to your dragon, Creed. I only want you, you are the only one that would make me happy,” I pleaded. I pleaded like a little girl wanting the lollipop from the candy store. How did I result to this? Also begging for a man not like me in the slightest. I promised myself I would never succumb to such a thing, especially with stories and stories I had written, but this was different. Different land, culture, men and women, creatures of unexpected proportions staring at me in the face.

I protested, languidly splashing some water in her general direction. And she was a perv and she knew it. Meredith was the unabashed libertine within my circle of close work friends. The night before, as we noshed on sushi at a downtown restaurant, Meredith caught the eye of a swarthy Arab businessman. Or maybe he caught her eye. Knowing Meredith, it was usually a combination of both. Her current beau was apparently a Qatari something-or-other muckety muck, and Meredith had latched onto his good looks along with his swagger and hoped-for ability to shower her with totally impractical expensive gifts. "I'm so jealous of you," I whined, as Meredith finished luridly describing the loud and acro

gym selfies, travel pics, generic bios promising ‘adventures. One profile had caught my eye, though. His name was Lex, No last name, just a handle: @EdgeSeeker. His photo showed a sharp jawline shadowed by stubble, eyes that seemed to pierce through the screen…dark and intense. Bio: ‘Not here for vanilla. Let's push limits.’ I'd hovered over the like button, heart pounding, then swiped left. It was oo risky. What if he was a creep? But the image stayed, like a spark in the dullness. Work dragged on. Meetings blurred…quarterly reports, client feedback, the boss droning about metrics. By lunch, I escaped to the park across the street, sandwich in hand. The bench was cold under my skirt, leaves

Her husband ran out just as her pursuer pulled up,jumped from his car and yelled:'Lady,there's A MAN WITH A KNIFE HIDING IN YOUR BACKSEAT! I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

My own handwriting stared back at me in bold black ink: MY BUCKET LIST (Thirty before thirty… or before I chicken out completely) 1. Swim naked in the ocean at midnight 2. Kiss someone under fireworks 3. Get a tattoo I can’t explain to my mother 4. Quit my soul-crushing job without a safety net 5. Fall in love so hard it hurt 6. Have sex that makes me forget my own name 7. Be touched as I’ve never been touched before slow, deliberate, filthy, worshipful. No rush. No mercy. Just hands. Mouth. Cock. Knowing exactly what they’re doing to me.

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.