Forbidden Stories Novels & Stories

I was practically a sex-addicted slut who slept with different people almost every day, but I swear on everything I love, I really couldn’t control it. My body always seemed to have a mind of its own. Always reacting. Always needing. Always begging for release. And if I didn’t give in, I couldn’t concentrate for the rest of the day. I wouldn’t be in my right mind. And that… was my dirty secret. I had promised myself never to let my mom find out. Never to let him find out. The towering man who stood beside me, his expression cold and unwavering. The richest and most dangerous man in the entire United States. A man both feared and respected. A man who made my heart pound and my body burn, reac

At some point, I felt sorry for the trepadised doctors observing how frightened they wouldbecome whenever marco noticed my features contorted in pain so I did my best to mask the pain I would feel as I recieved my injections. After the doctors left, marco called a maid who had my bath prepared after which we both had dinner in my room. He had his arm wrapped around my shoulder with my petite figure hauled against his large frame. He was reading me one of the books I did not get the chance to complete before I got hit by this dreadful illness. It was tittled 'Faceless' by Amma Darko, a Ghanaian novel. I really loved the novel. It portrayed the phenomenon of the street child especially females

NOTE: This story is from my book, STEALING THE LYCAN'S SON. I wanted to include this here for exposure and an addition to my collection of short stories. SO if you have added it in your library and read my book, STEALING THE LYCAN'S SON, PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE AND PURCHASE. Thank you! . . . . . CAMILLA I giggled as I jumped over a large rock blocking my path, and made my way past the pack border and towards freedom.

Mum was against our relationship from the start but she never really made an issue out of it until we got married. That was when I decided to want to date someone for his money. Since mum wouldn’t allow me to be with the man that I loved, I would be with one for his money. But I couldn’t do it, being with a man for his money would require him to want something in return and it wasn’t something that I could offer back to him. I would often end up dumped a week or two later, Thomas was the one man who I stayed with for more than a few months. He had never even tried kissing me, just simple, innocent cheek kisses, and I knew that he wanted it to come from me. At least that is what I thought unt

The command. She swallowed and sat up straighter. “I think Steinbeck’s talking about repression, not discipline.” A murmur of interest stirred in the classroom. Lucien’s eyebrow arched—subtle, pleased. “Go on,” he said, and now his voice was lower. Isabella was already warm under her sweater. “Repression is pretending the desire doesn’t exist. Discipline is knowing exactly what you want and still choosing not to touch it.” Lucien paused. Held her gaze. His jaw shifted—his only tell. It was so slight, but she saw it. She felt it.

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.

The three women collapsed into a single, writhing mass of sensation. They screamed…a raw, unholy sound that defied the silence of the convent, a collective release of pent-up desire and forbidden sin. Their bodies convulsed, their orgasms hitting them like a tidal wave, waves of pleasure crashing through them, shaking them until they were gasping for air, their skin slicked with sweat and shame and glorious, unrepentant lust. They lay there for a moment in the silence that followed, three women bound by a secret that would stain their souls forever, the Reverend Mother atop the Claire a queen among her subjects, their heartbeats slowing in the dark of the office.

It makes him groan and fuck me even rougher. We stay like that, fucking hard against the wall. My legs shake from holding on. He pins me tighter, one hand on my ass, the other still spreading my pussy. "You're so tight and wet," he says. "This forbidden pussy feels too good." I moan loud but bite my lip to stay quiet. The taboo of it all makes me hotter. He's my brother in law, and here we are again, risking everything. His cock keeps pounding me violent, hitting spots inside that make my eyes roll back.

I needed to feel his hot flesh inside me, and I loved taking load after load of his creamy cum. By the time summer was over, our forbidden fuck sessions weren’t the only secret we were keeping. Jackson filed for divorce, and got us an apartment in another city where we could share our love without judgment. It might have been wrong for us to be in love, but it was well beyond our control. I knew firsthand that Jackson would make a great father, and I didn’t worry at all about our secret baby.

I ordered pizza for us and as they gamed, I fired up the laptop in my bedroom, curious to read the stories he'd been stroking to yesterday. As I read story after story, I was shocked both at the content of the stories and by what these stories were doing to me. My pussy was on fire, and my left hand slowly pleasured myself as I read each incestuous story. Some of the stories had dominant sons seducing their mothers, while others had powerful daughters dominating their mothers, while still others were more intimate and egalitarian in the sexual relationships between sons and mothers. I'd never even remotely considered my children in a sexual way, but yesterday's events of my son's masturbatio