Horror Sex Tales นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Just… the fantasy. The sacrilege of it. Fucking someone on sacred ground while the cross watched.” Seong’s eyes flashed brighter. He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the blunt head of his cock. One brutal thrust and he was buried to the hilt, ridges dragging against oversensitive walls. Ren screamed, back arching off the table. “Keep going,” Seong growled, starting a punishing rhythm—deep, hard snaps of his hips that made the table creak. “Tell me how you jerked off after confession. Did you finger yourself while whispering Hail Marys?”

The scent of sex clung to her skin—his seed still thick inside her, her slick smeared on her thighs, her nipples hard and raw from his teeth. The chamber he brought her to was darker and deeper—intimate in its danger. The ceiling disappeared into shadows. Floating embers drifted in the air, illuminating the room with a wicked golden glow. Pillars of black marble curved like claws around the bed—no, not a bed. A dais of black fur, velvet, and suspended chains. She barely touched the floor before he pushed her forward onto her knees. “Don’t move,” Caelen growled behind her, voice like thunder rolling over skin. “Hands on the floor. Ass up. I want to see the mess I’ve made of you.”

All of it, including the lipstick I am to wear tomorrow. I toss and turn in bed, replaying the evening over and over. Rhys’s mouth on my skin, his hands on my boobs. His fingers inside me. I always thought such sensations only existed in books and my fantasies. What kind of man made a woman feel week in the knees just by looking at her boobs? Rhys Redmond, that’s who. I’m afraid he has ruined me for all sexual relationships I will ever have, because my expectations have skyrocketed. I am unable to sleep, and taking warm milk has never worked for me. Instead of whipping up the book that started all this, I replay Rhys’s movements, trying to replicate them with my own fingers.

] [They’ll find out soon enough why ‘Wish’ is ranked SSS. By then, the boss had silently appeared right in front of me. “You’re the last one,” he said, voice low and cold. “So… how do you wish to die?” Well, shit. Guess this is really the end for me. Before I got dragged into this horror game, I was the heroine of an erotica—waking up every morning in bed tangled up with handsome men. Totally useless at everything else. Expecting me to come up with some clever survival plan? Not happening.

Even the mods became invested in it as Wanda’s sexpert quiz became an eye-opener to everyone. “Would I ever have sex during my menstruation period? Oh, hell no! I think it’s disgusting with blood going everywhere. By the time you’re done with it, it will look more like a rape or murder scene. Besides, most men don’t know how awful menstruation is for a woman. Apart from PMS, we get sore breasts, cramps that make walking painful, bloating stomachs and a negative libido. I can’t imagine myself having sex during shark week.”

Chapter – 0002 Lila POV I walked into the lecture hall for my required Intro to Erotic Literature seminar with my thighs still sore from last night and my mind a complete mess. The campus was buzzing with first-day energy students laughing, comparing schedules, flirting shamelessly but all I could think about was Damon’s thick cock stretching me open in that dark art studio. The way he hadn’t pulled out even after the mask slipped. The way he’d thrust one last time while I came around him like a desperate whore.

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

I was too afraid of the repercussions, both legally and morally. But with my conscience now at ease, I decided to go on p**n sites to quench my thirst for violent sex, and I watched them all: "rape" videos - it was obvious it was only role play - bondage, sadism, blackmail, humiliation. I couldn't get enough. What's more, every time I jerked off to those images I pictured me doing it to one of the women in my life, and the woman who starred in almost every fantasy was Mrs. Gavelle .

"Mosche, I- just... I've got someone coming over in thirty minutes, OK? Just get yourself cleaned up. We'll probably be in my room for a bit, but dear god just put some fucking clothes on?" "Yeah, sure, yeah," Mosche nodded. "Wait, is it a girl?" You closed your eyes and took in a breath. "Yes, it's a girl." "Do you think she knows anything about tantric sex? I'm really not figuring this out." "Watch a fucking youtube video or something, Mosche! I swear, if you bring up tantric sex to Sabrina I will heckle the shit out of you every comedy night you do for the rest of the summer."

Behind closed doors, the rules don’t exist. Welcome to a world of dark cravings, intense control, and the intoxicating thrill of the forbidden. This sizzling compilation brings together a collection of raw, high-stakes erotic stories where boundaries are crossed, inhibitions are shredded, and surrender is the only option. In Book One: Escapades with Step daddy, nineteen-year-old Ella Monroe's wicked fantasies become a dangerous reality when she is caught spying on her stepfather, Sebastian. What follows is a frantic, high-risk game of lust played right under her mother's nose—filled with breathless encounters, sharp commands, and an addiction neither of them can control. From taboo