Forbidden Fantasy Free Read Novels & Stories

SEX STARVED HOUSEWIFE & HER STEPSON _____________________ Sabrina My thighs moved against each other, rubbing my sensitive clit and a moan almost slipped past my lips. I was so damn horny. Probably shouldn't have read that spicy book my best friend, Sloane, recommended last week but I was bored. And the sex scenes had been filthy, dirty—god, I wanted that for myself. It’s been months since Graham touched me and over three years since I've last had pleasurable sex.

"Weird is sweet, ShaQuan." "It’s forbidden," I countered. "Not just weird. It’s a line you don't cross." "Forbidden is the vibe," she whispered. Her hand reached out, her fingers slowly roaming over my chest, tracing the muscles. "It has to be forbidden for it to feel this good. Think about it."

I smirked as I traced my hands up her naked thighs and towards her pussy that was half exposed through the lacy material she had on. “ I was kinda hoping you would come” she replied blushing and running her hands along my pecs. I smiled. Naughty little thing. She batted her lashes at me as she continued “ I know we shouldn't be doing this but I can't help myself. I am addicted to your cock, King. I think you've ruined me” Fuuuck.

amaya said confidently. She spoke so highly of her grandson. I stood up and returned the book I was reading before going over to her. "I have a feeling already" I cheekily replied with a gloaty smile. Who ever he was, I was really anxious to meet him. "So tell me child. What book were you reading?"amaya asked as we walked through thehallways. I laughed. "One of Williams Shakespeare's books. King Lear is the tittle" "You know I wish i could read English books. I can only speak but I don't know how to read"amaya confessed.

Hades POV She’s like a goddamn siren, the type that lures sailors to their deaths. She’s a goddess, a princess, and her body is so smooth and creamy that my mouth salivates whenever I look at her, and my hands can’t get enough of touching her. My body is aflame, a fever inside of me that refuses to burn out. I taste her, I touch her, I fuck her and still it’s not enough. Not nearly enough. I want all of her, and I’m going to have it. Not once has she complained, not once has she protested. Every nerve inside of me is heated, screaming for more. I can't help it, I can't stop myself. She's mine now. I've claimed her, touched every part of her, and taken her innocence. There's no going back fro

“Sophie let me explain everything…he’s real here okay?. These books you see are fantasies that make things happen. Whatever sex you read from this erotic series, you would feel it. You want to feel it too?” Sophie nodded eagerly, already breathing faster. “Yes. God, yes I do.” Lucian looked at me. His eyes were still furious, he must think i’m stupid. Unfortunately, this was the only way out. Trapping another soul would protect me from being caught. I picked up the most forbidden book. “Shadows of Three” : a story about one powerful man claiming two willing women. As soon as I started reading aloud, the magic surged. Lucian’s melted into dark hunger. “Then let’s give her what she wants.”

But right now, in the dark, with his thick fingers sliding into me, stretching me so perfectly, I only wanted to feel. He curled them deeper, stroking that spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids. His other hand kneaded my breast, pinching lightly, sending sparks straight to where his fingers worked. I opened my legs wider, shame burning my cheeks even as pleasure coiled tighter in my core. This is wrong. She’s right there. He’s my stepfather.Yet the forbidden edge only made it sharper, more intense.

I said with gentle grace, And found my home within his embrace. His arms were safe, his touch was kind, The only peace I ever find. To him, I’m still his little star— Unaware of how things are. If only he could truly see… The hidden truth inside of me. But once I tried—once broke that wall— And paid the price… I still recall. “You think you’re special? Loved? Above?” A voice that twisted every love. “Say one word… just even try— And you will wish you’d rather die.”

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

Freya almost didn’t go back. She spent the week telling herself it had been a one-time mistake. A strange, filthy night she could put behind her. But every time she sat at her desk and glanced toward Callum’s office, her body remembered. The way he’d held her open. The slow, thorough way he’d licked her. How full she’d felt when he finally pushed inside. By Thursday the second black card was already in her bag again. She took a different cab this time. The same woman checked her in, handed her a new blindfold, and pointed down the hall.