Forbidden Desires 소설 & 이야기

“The choice is yours, Miss Brooks. Walk out that door and pretend this never happened… or stay and discover what it really means to belong to me.” I stood there, trembling, my mind racing with fear, excitement, and a deep, forbidden desire I couldn’t deny. What was I going to do?

“I’m so wet. My fingers are sliding through my dripping pussy while I confess my sins to you.” A sharp inhale came from his side of the booth. I smiled in the darkness as I slowly pushed one finger inside my tight heat, letting out a soft and needy moan. “Child,” he warned, voice rough and strained, almost broken. “You must stop this at once.” But I didn’t stop. I added a second finger, pumping slowly, the wet sounds clearly audible through the lattice. “I wish it were you, Father,” I continued, my voice shaking with arousal. “I want your tongue on my clit. I want your thick cock stretching me open right here in this church. I want you to punish me for being such a dirty girl.”

If you're here expecting a traditional romance where love is the central theme and everything revolves around emotional connections, you might be in the wrong place. These stories explore raw desires, intense lust, filthy fantasies, explicit sexual encounters, temptation, forbidden attractions, complicated step-sibling dynamics, tempting neighbors, older men, age-gap relationships, possessiveness, jealousy, and other sexually charged situations. Expect characters who explore their desires, make questionable decisions, cross complicated emotional boundaries, and find themselves caught in situations that are anything but ordinary.

“Of how much I want this. Of what happens after.” Dominic’s thumb brushed my lower lip. “You can be scared, and it's so normal, just don’t be a coward, and come to me, Noa, like a good girl. Let me give you what he’s been too busy to give.” he whispered. I never imagined he'd be like this, isn’t he supposed to be encouraging me not to cheat on his son. But No, he wants to feed my desires. He took a step back, turned, and walked away without another word. And I stood there, my lips still tingle from his kiss and my thighs are slick. I still want him!

The thought makes my cock snap fully erect again, pulsing against her leg. I don't like the idea of sharing her, but the thought of the power involved, the raw, unfiltered hedonism of it, is too tempting to ignore. The "nasty" side of my nature thrives on the idea of pushing boundaries. I let out a low, rumbling groan. "A threesome, huh?" "Tell me you're not disgusted," she whispers. "Disgusted? Fuck no," I rasp, flipping her around so I can see the hunger in her eyes. "The idea of seeing you completely overwhelmed... of having another pair of hands on you while I'm buried inside you... it's actually fucking hot."

What spell has he cast on me? Thoughts of his perfect plump juicy ass as he dipped into the see-through pool at the party and his toned torso that paved the way to his delicious manhood glistened under the moonlight. All these won't stop popping in my head again and again. These forbidden desires hammer through me fiercely and I no longer have control of the images and images that bounce around my head playing a wicked game with me. As the soft melody of a romantic song drifts into the air, I grin ear-to-ear not caring about these forbidden thoughts about a man while I was to wed another.

A few more days before the wedding, Hans doesn’t visit, leaving me to my own devices. Although I often felt used and under his control when he lured me to do his bidding, I genuinely enjoyed the pleasure of his touching and groping. For me to sink into the depths of an unexplainable sin was genuinely beyond me. Hans called me lusty, but nobody could talk to who would understand how I felt.

Hayley watched her mother's shoulders shake with a broken heart, and the hatred she felt for the man who had given her life twisted inside her. "I was willing to marry Sahel, Father. You know I was." She broke into sobs. "But Lord knows I couldn't take his constant abuse. A man who saw me as a doll he needed to polish, who criticized my voice, my clothes, my friends, will do me no good no matter how rich he is. You of all people should understand that. You're the proof." Mikael recoiled in shock. "You little imp! Did you just..."

He couldn't let his father take everything that he work so hard for years. As time went on, Samantha's feelings for Tristan intensified. She couldn't stop thinking about him, even when they weren't at the office. She replayed their conversations in her mind and dreamed of a world where they could be more than just step-siblings. The guilt of her desires weighed heavily on her conscience. ~ The house was unusually quiet, their parents having left town for an important client meeting. Tristan was left in charge, his mind wrestling with the forbidden desires he harbored for Samantha. In an attempt to distract himself, he found himself flirting with their maid.

I remember the way our bodies moved together, the intensity of his hold, and the undeniable chemistry we shared. Regret lingers in my heart as I pushed him away, but now, the desire for his touch consumes me once again. I should have let him fuck me till I couldn't use my legs to walk back home. As I scolded myself once again, the weight of my forbidden desires grew heavier. The allure of Alex, so young and tempting, tugged at my thoughts. But I couldn't succumb to such reckless acts. My loyalty to Lucian and the consequences of infidelity held me back.