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"Yeah, I know. She was just bragging to me about having slept with another man last night. How's that even possible? You know how innocent and naive she is. She'd rather die than sleep with a stranger." Seth rubbed the hickey on his neck and smiled without saying anything. Ethan teased, "What's with the touching? Didn't you have enough fun last night?" "Yeah, I didn't. She had to leave halfway to attend to something." "Man, what a wildcat! She bites hard, doesn't she? I can see the bite marks." Seth leaned back and said indifferently, "She's usually quite gentle, actually. Maybe it's because… the man she was with before never made her orgasm."

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

He has no clue that I'm getting the best sex of my life from two men who know exactly how to use their bodies. And honestly? I don't feel guilty. My libido has always been on the high side. In school I went on a sex marathon for a weekend with my ex boyfriend. That's how much I love this. How much I need it. My husband can't keep up. Won't even try to keep up. So I found men who could. Don't blame me. Blame the fact that my husband is into guys.

I can see the disappointed expression on his face "I know, you must not understand what partner sex is, right?!" "I know, Sex friends." He answered my question correctly, his voice sounded sad "That's right, you're smart huh." He hugged me and rested his head on my shoulder "So warm." he said making my heart very touched, my hands tightened the hug around his waist. We hugged warmly in the toilet waiting for the pain in my hole to go away, then I fell fast asleep in his warm embrace which made me very calm.

My first orgasm crashed through me, making my walls clench tightly around him as waves of pleasure made me shake consistently. He did not stop. This time he flipped onto my back and drove into me again. This time deeper and hitting the perfect spot with every thrust. Sweat slicked our bodies as he leaned down to kiss me. “Look at me Freya,” he commanded. Our eyes locked and something shifted inside me. He kept fucking me through another orgasm then a third. My body shook uncontrollably. He would whisper dirty promises between his lips. “…going to fill this pussy with my seed and breed you deep till you’re dripping with me.”

She sat on Jax’s lap, pushing her round, soft ass against his hard dick, while Marcus and Leo pushed in from the sides. She was sandwiched between them, feeling their hot breath and strong hands all over her. Marcus grabbed one of her heavy breasts and started to suck on the hard tip, while Leo bit her neck and Jax gripped her thick thighs. Layla was soaking wet, her pussy dripping juice onto Jax’s pants. Jax didn't wait; he pulled her dress up, guided his thick, hot dick to her opening, and shoved inside her from behind. Layla let out a loud, raw scream as he stretched her tight walls, filling her up completely. While Jax slammed into her from behind with a loud, wet thud, Marcus unzipped h

she begged, pushing back to meet him. And over by the staircase, a bisexual trio had formed a messy 69 chain, two women and a man tangled together. One woman lay on her back, the man eating her out while she sucked the other woman's clit. The second woman straddled the first's face, grinding down while reaching back to stroke the man's cock, fluids swapping everywhere in a slick, sloppy exchange of tongues and fingers.

Except her. So out it came. The story of Peter and me. The story of a capable successful woman acting like a sex-enslaved bimbo over a man who was divine in bed but a selfish, ten-timing monster everywhere else ... Once I’d started, I couldn't stop. Amongst the sobs and hiccups, I blurted out things I’d never told anybody. How if Peter smiled that filmstar smile of his 1 was putty. How he’d make me beg for more of his perfect Joy of Sex fucking. How he’d make me climax in a way so expert I half expected a judge to pop up and give marks for technical merit. And how afterwards — while my body still sizzled — I'd wish I hadn't been so ‘easy’...

My thighs were already shaking and my head was thrown back in ecstasy. I vowed to myself that this was the last time I would let them touch me inappropriately. Having an affair with my stepbrothers was like breaking an unspoken house rule and my mom would be so disappointed. “Arrrggghhh…” Fuck, Maxwell just added a third finger and my virgin pussy hasn’t adjusted yet. The pain from my pussy and the pleasure from my nipple sent me to great heights. I was shivering uncontrollably when they suddenly stopped. The empty feeling made me whimper and I looked at them in confusion.