Forbidden Temptation Novels & Stories

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.

“Tom, you’ll drive me to Temptations by 11pm tonight.” He turned back, surprise all over his face. “What?” I gave him a stern look, my tits still heaving from how worked up I was. Temptations is that strip club where everything goes down raw. It’s worse than Sodom and Gomorrah in there girls dancing naked, hands all over bodies, live sex shows on stage, orgies in the back rooms, people fucking right in front of everyone, cum and moans everywhere. Strictly 21+ and no limits.

“I’m saying temptation only works if there are consequences. Otherwise, it’s indulgence, and indulgence doesn’t make stories. Sin does.” “If it’s okay with you, I’d like to discuss something that has to do with my sins to you…” The girl that had been staring at him, smiled and shook her head, agreeing with him, even if she had no idea of what he was talking about. I opened my mouth to mutter a response, but nothing came out. I turned back to the book in front of me, refusing to think about Dorian’s hands on my lap the other day he’d been at the office.

BOOK 1: THE SHEPHERD'S SIN SYNOPSIS: "Some sins are too delicious to confess. Enter at your own risk. Once you cross the line, there is no going back.” Step into a world where the lines between pleasure and pain are blurred, and the word 'forbidden' is merely an invitation. The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire.

“You’re going to be so full of my cum by the end of summer you’ll still feel me when I’m gone.” I came again, clenching around him, pulling him over the edge with me. We fell asleep tangled together, bodies slick, hearts racing. This was forbidden, addictive and perfect for us, I was not ready to stop… yet.

And somehow, in the span of minutes, he’d slipped right through them. And it scared him. Because Ethan knew, somewhere deep in the part of him that never lied, that Tim Dorian had become the very thing he wasn’t supposed to want. His forbidden temptation. And God help him, he was falling. Falling hard, deeper than he dared to understand.

With the way my body reacts to her presence. “I’ve felt things… things I shouldn’t feel.” she begins, the room getting smaller with her every word. “I can’t pray them away, Father” she takes another sip and places the cup carefully on my desk. “I’ve been celibate for two years, and I've made a vow to remain that way until I get married” I shift on my chair, trying to focus more on her words rather than the way the words come out of her mouth. “But these past months have really been tempting for me. I mean how is it possible to keep that vow when I'm insanely attracted to a man. A man I shouldn't be attracted to” her face saddens and she looks away from me “A priest” Looking back at me she sa

He sucked, bit and nibbled the sensitive bud of my breast. When he got enough of it his lips then traveled to my navel and licked the purity of my skin, I pushed himself down, lower until his head was already in between my parted legs. I looked at him with heavy breaths, making him look at me too, he looked dazzled by the sight of it. He blew a weak breath to my center before his soft and luscious lips touched my finally aching pearl. He lapped and needed me, taking me to heaven with his sinful tongue.

"Such thoughts are the devil's whisper. You must resist. Pray with me." But Page's hand slipped through the opening, brushing his knee. "Resist? Or give in? Your voice... it's deep, commanding. Makes me ache. Father Abram, have you ever touched a woman? Felt her pussy clench around your fingers?" He froze, her fingers trailing up his thigh. "Stop. This is sacrilege." Yet he didn't pull away, the heat of her skin searing through fabric. "Sacrilege? Or salvation?" She stood, opening the door between them. The booth felt smaller, charged. Page shrugged off her coat, revealing a tight black dress that clung to her full breasts and hips. "Look at me, Father. See what temptation looks like."

My cock was raging hard as I watched her walk out of the office. I should have pushed her away the moment she got on my lap—I should have stopped her but instead I sat there letting her grind her pussy on me—letting her whisper those sinful things in my ear. She was a temptress I'd give her that. And fuck when she had told me she had nothing underneath the skirt she was wearing, it took everything in me not to bend her over my table and fuck her.