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She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

His dark eyes were fixed on the sight between my legs, his jaw clenched tight as he watched her work through the mess. The woman used her fingers to spread my swollen folds even wider, burying her nose right into my heat. Her tongue found my hyper-sensitive bud and began to swirl around it with a firm, relentless pressure. It was maddening. The contrast of her soft, wet lips against my bruised skin pushed me straight back over the edge. "Please... I'm going to come again," I screamed, my toes curling as the white-hot tension built to an unbearable peak in a matter of seconds. "Stop, please!"

If you are looking to surrender control to someone who will take care of your body and mind, message me. It was so incredibly hot that a sudden heat shot straight down to my thighs. My hands trembled as I clicked on the message button. My profile was completely anonymous and I didn't have any face pictures up, just a shot of my collarbone. There was no way he could know it was me.

I was so close already, my walls clenching around his thick cock, when the office door suddenly burst open. A nerdy girl from our class, with glasses, messy bun, was clutching her assignment, as she stood over there frozen, her eyes wide with shock as she took in the sight of me bent over the desk with Professor Harlan’s cock buried deep inside my pussy.

Chapter 1: Sticky Summer Night and Roommate’s Thick Boner The AC died right after midnight and the dorm room turned into a fucking sauna. No breeze, no fan, just thick sticky heat pressing down on everything. I was already sweating through my tank top and shorts, lying on my bed trying to sleep but my skin felt like it was melting to the sheets.

Cora’s POV. “SMACK!” My skin sizzled from the impact of Ace's spank. I couldn't hold back the helpless moan escaping my lips. His palm grabbed onto the seam of my bum shorts, and he pulled it really hard, letting the fabric sit tightly between my folds. It felt so teasing, so hot, and my clit throbbed in response to the friction. “The way those pretty pink lips of yours fall out of your shorts is quite the sight. I wonder what they'll look like by the time I'm done fucking you,” he growls, now pulling the seam of my shorts back and forth.

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.

Kinks: Supernatural domination, monster/fantasy sex, possessive obsession. He stood in the corner, barely lit by the soft glow of the moon filtering through my window. At first, I thought he was part of the shadows—just another shape in the dark. But then he moved, and my breath caught in my throat.

Before I could brace for her word, I saw her hand coming out of the corner of my eye. She was going to shove me this time with her visible anger. Then something strange happened to me. A warmth breeze spread through my chest, sudden and sharp, like a flare of energy and strength which I couldn't explain how. My senses sharpened at same time. Every sound, every movement,it all became too clear for me . I could hear Hannah’s heartbeat pounding in her chest, faster than it should’ve been in any normal ground. My vision seemed to focus in ways it hadn’t before, catching every blade of grass beneath Hannah's feet.

~ END ~ Author’s Note: Next Story “The Poker Game”