Forbidden Short Novels & Stories

“Did you?” “Yes,” I said honestly. “And I don’t regret it.” Because the wanting hadn’t been the problem. Silence had been. Shame had been. Being told that fire was something to fear instead of understand. I stepped closer to him, resting my arms on the railing too. “For a long time,” I said, “I thought forbidden meant wrong.” “And now?” “Now I think forbidden just means powerful,” I said. “And power scares people who need control.” He smiled then, not wide, not triumphant. Just real.

So I turned, so my parted legs faced him now, and slowly my fingers found my pussy again. He growled, eyes on my pussy as I fingered my moist core now. “Hmm… ohh, fuck…” I moaned, fingers pinching my nipples. He immediately took his briefs off, and his gorgeous, large cock sprang out. Fuck… my mouth watered immediately. “Double that finger,” he ordered. I did as told, watching now as he stroked himself. This was forbidden, so dirty, and would become so messy if word leaked out. But I craved it, and I would not miss this chance of sweet lust.

Everything about him was perfect and she was far too shy to ever even attempt to approach him on the street. Of course, there was a hugely massive risk in signing up to be bred. Any of a dozen wolves could enter this room and fuck her into the floor, and, worse yet, she might end up carrying their pup. It was a big gamble. Though, when a friend of a friend had passed along the rumor that one of the wolves working the breeding rooms was Thorne, Lila hadn't been able to scribble her name onto the sign-up sheet fast enough. It was an answer to her most desperate prayers: Thorne would fuck her and she wouldn't have to say a word; no awkward silence, no bizarre first date, just Thorne's cock rava

I stared into the hallway and Mark quickly tapped me, “What are you looking for?” He whispered, “Nothing, I just…don't you hear the laughter?” Mark whispered, “Just ignore the laughter, it's not what we're here for right?” “I just….” He cuts me “Right?” Ndding, I replied, “yeah you're right,” I turned to Mark annoyed, he has been shutting me up alot lately today, if I don't correct this he'll continue, inface he'll make it a habit, “Mark….”

Forbidden Fantasies

I stood there awkwardly near the doorway, completely unsure how to draw his attention toward me properly. I remember I was told to initiate to show willingness and if he doesn’t like me, I could get a strike. 3 strike and I am out and would be needing to refund the eighty grand, I can’t do that when spending it was worth it. So, a crazy Idea pop in, I pick a grape in my mouth and gently remove his newspaper, his eyes found mine as I sat on his lap, I place it at the tip, watching him slowly want to take it.

he muttered, running a hand through his hair in frustration. Sebastian nodded, his expression pained. “It was a mistake,” he admitted, his voice filled with regret. “We should never have crossed that line.” The thought of saying goodbye to Sebastian filled my heart with an overwhelming sense of sorrow. Even though I was ready to give up participating in threesomes and Nathan, the idea of not being able to be close and intimate with Sebastian was something I simply could not bear. Imagining my future without him by my side pressed heavily on my heart, complicating thoughts of what lies ahead. The bond we shared was so strong that the mere idea of parting ways felt like losing a piece of mysel

Derick’s cock throbbed deep inside me, stretching my pulsing walls as the phone continued to ring. Alora’s name glowed on the screen like a warning. My eyes widened in panic, but he only smirked, that wicked, arrogant curve of his lips making my pussy clench harder around him. “Answer it,” he repeated, voice low and commanding. He rolled his hips in a slow, torturous grind, rubbing against my sensitive clit. I reached for the phone with a trembling hand and swiped to accept the video call. Derick stayed buried to the hilt, barely moving, but the subtle shifts of his thick cock inside me made it nearly impossible to keep my voice steady.

I was a grown man by then, twenty-four years old, still navigating the strange pull of faith and flesh that had defined so much of my early twenties. The universe has a wicked sense of humor, and nothing in my life..not the wild parties, the fleeting relationships, or the reckless nights..has ever topped the night the stars aligned to deliver the kind of raw, forbidden encounter that still makes my blood run hot years later.

"No. Absolutely not. You need to stop." This was going to be a disaster. I'd been dealing with their pranks since I was eight years old, and if there was one universal truth about my brothers, it was that they never, ever did anything halfway. Whatever they had planned, it was going to be loud, humiliating, and completely unavoidable. "We'll stop," Saint said, trading a look with his twin that I recognized immediately as trouble, "if you give us five hundred dollars. Each." "You're bastards, you know that?" I muttered, already reaching for my phone.