Forbidden Fantasy Full Story Novels & Stories

Before I can answer, her friend Maya beats me to it. "Well, I think it's both. And there's nothing wrong with it since you don't share blood relation." She shrugs. "I've been reading a novel about such relationships, and I completely love the story between Brian and Nila. The title is Forbidden desire by author Muse. It gives an in that it's more than just forbidden situations, besides, we werewolves can't choose who our mate is, there's no way i would give up on a once in a lifetime thing like that."

Gasps, laughter, “That’s so hot, how do you even write that without combusting?” Then Sofia volunteered to read hers. She cleared her throat. “Okay… this one’s new. It’s… intense.” She started soft. A woman alone in her apartment, thinking about the man she shouldn’t want. Fingers trailing down her stomach, circling her clit while she imagines his mouth on her. The room went quiet. Sofia’s voice dropped lower, huskier as she described the fantasy man pinning her wrists, spreading her thighs, licking slow circles until she begged.

I knew I had to let my fantasy come to life. It started with Rafe. I walked past his room late at night, heard him groan my name under his breath. I pushed the door open. He froze, hand wrapped around his cock, eyes dark and wild. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” “I did.” I stepped in. Slowly. Locked the door. He kissed me like he was starving. His lips crushed mine as his hands roamed my body, pulling up my shirt, yanking down my shorts. I gasped when his fingers slid between my legs—he didn’t waste time.

I ask her, while positioning myself between her legs. "I never cheated on Frank, except with Harry. I never had sex with a woman, although it sounds intriguing, I used to masturbate a lot, before Harry and I got together, but I don't now. My wildest fantasy is to be fucked by a well-hung black guy. And I think a threesome with Nicole would be a sick, perverted thing to do." She says, surprising me only with the fantasy. My thoughts turn immediately to Carl, Carolyn's husband and his huge, black cock.

“Your fiancée’s sister.” “Yeah.” She let out a soft, humorless laugh. “You’re either on crack or you're infatuated, Clark…That’s all this is. She’s new…forbidden, exciting and you think that fire is love?” “It’s not just…” “I’ve been there,” she cut in. “Remember Marcus? I was engaged to James, planning the wedding of the century, and then Marcus walked into my life….all charm and all heat and I convinced myself it was real…that I’d made the wrong choice.”

“I said, come.” My breath had already turned shallow. “What? Why?” “You know why.”He drawled quietly, eyes piercing into mine. “I can give you what you want.” “What I want?” “Yes. I can make you cum in the best ways... beyond ways Felix can even dream of. Beyond your wildest, filthiest fantasies. I can make it all come true.” My heart hammered so hard, both my hands shaking by my side. “Y-you're crazy. And disgusting. I'm your brother's wife. How can you even say that to me?”

"Hillian told me everything about you. How you look when you cum. How long you’ve been untouched by the old man. How you touched yourself in his room that day. I listened to every word he told me." My throat had gone dry by now, I looked from one face to the other. Hillian squeezed my hands. "I’m asking you again. Do you want this? From both of us." I should have said no, I should have stood up and walked out. Instead I let my body answer first, I could feel myself getting excited. I had never had sex with two people before. It had always been a fantasy I kept private, but now it was standing in front of me actually playing out in real time. "Yes," I whispered.

Something was driving me to him but I kept moving, without looking back. I went to the elevator to escape. Agreeing with him meant crossing the boundaries. I could not do that. My wavering fingers pressed the elevator button. My ears could hear the rushing footsteps. It was getting closer. I tapped on the elevator button consistently but in seconds was yanked away from it. A shriek of surprise left my mouth and I was in the forbidden lift with the forbidden man. "I am done playing the cat and mouse," Aahir growled, confining me in one of the corners.

His voice is a whisper, a plea for understanding. "Faith, we care about you. This isn't about possession or objectification. It's about exploring something deeper together if you're open to it." His words resonate within me, striking a chord of trust and connection that we've built over the weeks. There's an honesty in his expression, a genuine desire to transcend societal norms and explore the boundaries of pleasure without judgment. A whirlwind of emotions swirls within me. Fear and anticipation, longing and uncertainty. My mind races, grappling with questions that have no easy answers. Can I let go of my inhibitions? Can I trust these men with my deepest desires and vulnerabilities? Can I

The creature, spotted moving into the forbidden forest. Deep within the forbidden forest, the snow werecat darted with graceful swiftness, its ethereal form blending seamlessly with the frost-kissed foliage. Prince Edon and his companions pursued the elusive creature, their determination unwavering, despite the foreboding whispers of the forest's forbidden nature. They knew the risks they took, but the allure of victory and the chance to capture such a legendary beast fueled their every stride.