Ghost Erotica Novels & Stories

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.

Ass and Pussy: A Double-Ended Night of Sin The Gauntlet of Lust: One Woman, Five Cocks, One Night Plugged and Filled: A Threesome That Left Her Ruined The Pussy’s Gateway: Filling Her Ass While She Screams Drenched in Their Load: A Gangbang to Remember Double The Trouble: Taking Two Cocks in Her Tight Ass The Orgy Protocol: Surrendering to the Whole Room The Maid’s Dirty Secret: Fucked on the Laundry Room Floor Taught to Obey: Stretching Her Pussy for the Step-Father The Midnight Intruder: Fucked While My Husband Sleeps The Office Orgy: Taking the Whole Boardroom Stuffed and Satisfied: A Debt Paid in Semen The Step-Brother’s Claim: Marking Her Ass as His Territory The Frat House Slut: Taking

Oh, look at the way his body’s gone all stiff, Georgie boy is sure loving this. Wow, look at that cock gleaming with your combined love juices... such a beautiful sight. Keep stroking his cock, use both hands now and get a tight grip. Slide your hands up and down, slow and easy... gradually building up on the tempo. Yeah, oh... hell yeah, watching you jerking off my husband in front of me is making me so horny. Oh, yeah... I’m going to cum again, just looking at you go. Oh, yeah... keep stroking it, stroke it hard... look, his getting bigger and more red... he’s going to cum... oh, fuck... here he comes... keep on stroking him. And don’t waste that delicious spunk, get it all in your mouth.

Hello guys!!! I really hope you did enjoy the mystery, romance and action of this erotica? If yes, then the mystery continues in both FALLING FOR A GHOST 2 - The search for how Heaven came to contact the deadly HIV virus brings us to the story of Alex. How he went from a sinner to a man of God and the battles in-between. FALLING FOR A GHOST 3 - For Nevaeh is back from the land of the dead with a single purpose; avenge her own death and that of her sister, Heaven.

She lifted my left leg and placed it on a stool just beside her. Her fingers teased my inner thigh as her lips found my neck again, slow and agonizing, the gentle caress of her fingers drawing me closer to both tears and arousal. “Please don’t do that.” I was tearing up. “Please.” Without warning, her hand found my damp panties, sleek and ready. My hips involuntarily jerked in to her touch. “Yes....right there.” I whispered, broken. She stroked my clit against my panties, drawing out sounds I could have sworn I would never make.

The fabric was rough against her sensitive skin, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. Camila’s other hand moved to her breast, squeezing gently as she imagined Gonzalez’s strong hands roaming over her body. She could almost feel the weight of his gaze, her fingers deftly unbuttoned her pants, and she slipped her hand inside, her touch light and teasing as she explored her own wetness. She leaned her head back against the wall, her eyes closing as she gave in to the sensations. Her fingers found her clit, circling and rubbing with a rhythm that matched the pounding of her heart.

I screamed into the pillow, grinding my teeth on it to reduce the pain and accumulate more pleasure. He hit me again, holding my legs very straight and moving his hips a little lower so his dick would be curved up into my pussy a bit more. “Shhittttt!” I closed my eyes very tight, curving my lips into my mouth and enveloping my legs around his groin. He held my waist, raising it higher and cupping it around his own waist. The pounds came in again, and this time they were slower and more sensual, his dick touching my g spot on the top of my vagina.