Novel & Cerita Hedonism Stories

I fucked Hailey’s hole with my tongue, letting curiosity get the best of me and I began fingering her asshole with my thumb until her thighs were shaking. “I’m close!” Damon groaned. “Fuck me too!” My husband’s hot cum spilled into my abuse as my best friend’s pussy pulsed out juices as her body shook with her second orgasm. It was all so dirty, filthy but fucking wonderful. I don't think I could go back to casual sex after this. ~ ~ ~ Update: We agreed to continue fucking! My parents have Bella every weekend while my husband, my best friend, and I discover ways we could make each other cum at every corner of the house.

Jace nodded weakly, murmured a ‘thank you’ and entered the elevator with his head hanging low. A faint smell of peppermint and lemon clung onto Jace’s skin as he shuffled around the hotel’s lobby, disposing the damaged glass and checking out quietly. Reaching his house, Jace curled under the shower and scrubbed his body so hard as if he could still feel his client’s palm lingering on him, until he couldn’t feel the overwhelming smell of peppermint again. He’d been reckless…too reckless. And that was about to cost him his job. How fucked up.

God, I’m turning him on as well. Thirst Trap returns carrying a bunch of things that look like sticks, but I quickly recognize those as a special type of incense. I’ve seen those in the black market while I was on a mission. I don’t know the specifics, but I do know they’ve been used for centuries as mild aphrodisiacs. Why are they doing this, though? I’m already longing for them, and I’m doing fine without this type of assistance. Why would they need it? Something tells me this is not as simple as it seems.

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

Sara His cock always tasted crazily good. That was why I kept coming back for more. I would say I was slowly becoming addicted to it, which isn't a good sign. He's Layla's father. Layla's my best friend. Someone I shouldn’t even have a dirty thought about. I had betrayed her and didn't even feel that guilty about it. And even now, with her downstairs, I couldn't think about anything else but getting pleasured by her father. Carson gripped my head tighter, shoving his cock deeper inside my mouth.

Sunny fell asleep fast. I lay awake staring at the ceiling. My body ached in the best ways but my mind raced. I had just fucked my husband with another man's cum still inside me. The thought made my clit twitch again. Shame and desire twisted together until I couldn't tell them apart. The next evening I drove back to the church. My legs felt weak before I even parked. I wore another thin dress. No bra. No panties. My pussy already felt slick just thinking about what Father Jake might do. The heavy doors closed behind me with that familiar thud. Incense and old wood filled my nose. My heart pounded.

Saliva bubbled at the corners of my lips, dripping onto Thorne's legs Lucien and Draven stroked their dicks faster as they watched us. Lucien's red hair fell to the side, as he stroked the tip of his cock hard. "Look at our brothers using up her holes", he groaned. Draven grunted in agreement, his hand stroking his cock even faster. Their dicks were driving me crazy. Thorne thrusted his hips beneath me met my own movements in rhythm as his dick pounded my cervix. Cedric's dick fucked my throat hard.

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.

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

“Keep going. Don’t you dare stop riding.” Tears of shame and pleasure pricked Julian’s eyes as he continued degrading himself, riding harder and faster: “I’m a worthless artist whore… only good for spreading my legs and getting fucked like a cheap toy!” he cried out, voice breaking. “My hole exists to please Daddy… I’m just a pathetic cumdump who loves being used and filled!” Voss slapped his ass again and again, the stinging pain mixing with the intense pleasure of being impaled. “That’s right, boy. Louder. Tell Daddy how much you love being broken down.”