Ghost Erotica Novels & Stories

CONTENT WARNING: Explicit lesbian erotica, dominance/submission, public fingering/car orgasm, oral sex, multiple orgasms, praise kink, first-time sapphic encounter CHAPTER ONE I was nineteen, on my own for the first time at university, and just beginning to explore the sapphic facets of my sexuality the first time I spotted Sabine across the floor of some small town gay club with a stupid name. Electricity crackled in the air between us. Her striking, lavender eyes swept up and down my body like a spotlight, savoring my ample curves, tracking the gentle sway of my hips. Her eyes stopped at the apex of their second trip, her gaze resting on my lips. She slowly licked hers like a hungry cat be

Sean took my right hand and planted kisses all over it , then he looked at me and said; "Hold it and feel it ,can you do that ? " . I was hesitant and he sensed it ,he slowly guided my hand down to his bulge and I gasped when I felt it . Sean's peni* was big ,erect and hard, really hard . "Now feel it " he told me. I felt it but stopped,too scared to continue. "Larissa,hold it and feel it like it's yours " Sean commanded. I did as he said and heard a moan escape his lips. Sean shifted my hand to the bed and gently inserted his tip into me,I felt a sharp pain and screamed.

He was a big cock stud and I was a woman and it was his duty and right to fuck the shit out of me, whether I was his step mom or not. The old bed squeaked as I worked a hot orgasm from my fat pussy. My ears strained as I paid attention to the sound of Shawn’s breathing to make sure I would not awaken him. The desire for secrecy and the longing to have my perversion revealed comingled and the bed moaned louder, threatening to betray me. My eyes became heavy as the deep, warm darkness of the cabin enveloped me. For a long time all I knew was the wet heat between my legs and blackness. My excited fingers teased the dense, overgrown pussy hair and then there he was. I frantically covered myself

The erotica sounds of her mouth filled the space under the water, mixing with my gasps and low moans behind me. Faith free hand slid up to my throat, tilting my head back so she could bite along my neck while her hips kept rolling. "That's my girl, let her taste how wet you are," she moaned, pressing two fingers back inside me from behind even as Stella tongue sucked my front. She then pushed two fingers alongside Faith's, both of them stretching me open together. Their fingers moved in rhythm, one curling up while the other thrust deeper, scissoring inside my clenching walls. My legs shook harder. Faith adjusted her stance, spreading me wider so Stella could comfortably bury her face comple

Across the platform, under one of the glowing chandeliers, a scene unfolded that I couldn’t look away from. A woman — tall, curved, skin glowing bronze in the low light — knelt on a wide velvet cushion that someone had dragged onto the mosaic floor. She wore nothing but thigh-high stockings and a thin black collar. Two men flanked her, masked like everyone else, bodies lean and taut. One stood behind, fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her mouth onto the other man’s cock with slow, deliberate thrusts. The rhythm was unhurried, almost reverent — her lips stretched wide, cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper. The man behind her slid his hand down her spine, then between her legs, fingers c

My own fingers never left my clit, working in a frantic, blurred motion. I pushed off Dante one more time, another fountain of my release spraying so far it almost cleared the bed. I was beyond gone. I sank back down, gripping Kael’s length to stroke him while Jax grabbed me by the neck, pulling me into a deep, desperate kiss. When he pulled away, he kept his hand on my throat, his eyes dark with a terrifying intensity. "You like being our little secret, don't you, Ariel? You like being the family slut."

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 says as he pulls down his pants completely and palms himself through the grey briefs. “Then make me shut up” I whisper without thinking, I am a hacker who has overridden many systems, yet here I am…my system has been hacked by this sex mafia god and his aura. He chuckles deeply and groans as he squeezes his cock, I gulp and my throat closes up, wishing to have a lick of the richly endowed shaft underneath the brief. He moans, teasing me by pleasuring himself in my face while I watch. “Give me what I want” I whisper, my voice cracking as I make the order, needing him to hurry with it.

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

She looked down at me, her curvy silhouette framed by the dim light of the room, looking every bit the seductive goddess she was. We scrambled to rid ourselves of our underwear, the fabric discarded in a frantic heap on the floor. As soon as we were bare, the sight of her—wet, open, and eager—sent me over the edge. I reached up and gave her a sharp, stinging spank across her right cheek, the sound echoing in the quiet room. She let out a loud, needy moan, her hips bucking. "Yes, fuck, do it again," she whimpered, leaning forward to capture my lips in a deep, tongue-twisting French kiss.