Forbidden Desires Novels & Stories

It was a woman’s voice, husky, trembling with what sounded like genuine fear… or perhaps excitement. “Go on, child. Speak your sins to God,” Father Marcus replied, his own voice low and resonant. He could see her silhouette through the lattice, a young woman, perhaps early twenties, with curves hinted even in shadow. “It’s… It’s about desire,” she began, her breath catching. “I have… cravings. Forbidden cravings. I dream of… of being dominated. Of being taken by a man of authority. A man in a position of power… like a priest.”

Every thrust made my cunt cream more. Our skin collided against one another. Every thrust felt like a wonderful rhythm. The sound of his heavy balls slapping against my dripping pussy filled the room. The burn was delicious, turning quickly into overwhelming pleasure that made my toes curl and my breath hitch His groans, my moans. Our pleasures fill the room with no care in the world about who can hear us. Sweat slicked our bodies, making our skin glide and stick. I imagined Jake downstairs completely unaware while his father ruined his girlfriend’s cunt on the same bed he slept in. The taboo only made me clench harder around Marcus’s cock.

he asked, his fingers gently resting on my bare pussy. I gasped from his touch before nodding sideways. “Good.”, he said and started moving his fingers slowly over my clit. “ Good girls don't use toys, Lilian—” my uncle added in an even more intoxicating voice. I heard my vibrator fall to the ground and shatter to pieces before Alessio slipped two fingers through my wet folds. “ — they meet bad men like me to work their little kitties”, his breath was hot on my neck. His fingers just sat in my pussy, but he didn't move them.

It made her pulse quicken for a moment. The first major assignment came quickly. Each student had to present on a theme from classic novels. Becky chose forbidden desires. She spent hours preparing her slides and notes. On the day of her presentation, her hands shook a little as she stood up. She started speaking. “Many stories show us that people hide their true desires. In these books, desire breaks rules and creates secrets. It can bring both pleasure and pain.”

Fantasies of him slamming furiously into me, invading my senses. I wanted him to bounce on top of him like a slut. But here he was, gazing at me like a piece of meat about to be thoroughly chewed. Oh, I wanted it. So I pushed past the barriers, the dos and don'ts that stared me in the face. He was my professor, I shouldn't have had him, but I wanted to. "Are you going to kiss me again?" I whispered into his ear, leaning on my tiptoe. I felt his body tense against me, fueling further the juices that literally leaked through my pussy.

I returned to my room on shaky legs, body humming with unspent need and emotions I could barely name. Lying in the dark, I replayed every word, every touch. The way he called me his good girl. The promise in his voice. The safe, dangerous haven of his arms. The craving had evolved into something deeper — a yearning not just for his body, but for the complete surrender he offered. To be wanted so fiercely by the one man who should have been forbidden. I didn’t know how much longer I could resist. And part of me no longer wanted to.

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Being the other woman felt like whoring even though I wasn't sleeping with him; it felt wrong. We finished breakfast, and James and I went upstairs to get ready. The moment we stepped into the bedroom. He pulled me into his arms and embraced me. Hugging me tightly, he crashed his lips against mine and began to kiss me desperately. My body was betraying me, and I did not know what to do. He travelled to my neck and grazed his teeth against where a mark should be. Sucking the skin, I moaned and felt wetness pool between my legs. My body wanted him. My wolf craved him. I pressed my thigh together to control myself while I moaned. This was unfair. He was skilful, and I was untouched; how the fuc

" I try to object, but the words get stuck in my throat preventing me from pronouncing them. I don't have another excuse to say. I don't know what to say to convince him to leave me alone, to get someone else to give him and do what he wants. . . , to understand that I want. . . , that I don't want this, I mean. I don't even know what I want anymore. I'm so confused, because I know this is wrong, but I still want to repeat it. Why is this happening? I never did or wanted anything wrong, why now? They say the forbidden is what you enjoy the most, and I really enjoyed yesterday. They also say that for love there is no age, but this is not love, this is only desire. Isn't there an age to want s

I had lost count of how many times I had her last night, but every time I saw her splayed on the bed exhausted and panting, desire would slash hard inside me and I would throb again, needing to bury myself inside her once more. The night we had shared, cloaked in shadows and secrecy, defied all rationality. It was a transgression against my own rules, a maddening dance with temptation. I had tasted the forbidden fruit, and now, its sweetness lingered on my lips, a tormenting reminder of what I could never truly possess.