Just First Time Stories Novels & Stories

Content Warning ️ Carnal temptations is extremely explicit and intended for mature audiences 18+ only. It contains graphic sexual content, intense taboo relationships, BDSM, power play, dubious consent, breeding, and morally gray characters. Reader discretion is strongly advised. In this dripping-wet collection of forbidden erotica, a rebellious college brat gets exactly what she deserves in “Tutored and Fucked”— bent over her desk, tight little pussy stretched and pounded senseless while he teaches her the real meaning of discipline. From there, every fantasy turns darker and nastier: Ruthless Mafia kings kidnap and brutally breed their enemies’ daughters, filling virgin cunts with thick, dangerous cum until their bellies swell. Spoiled royals claim their defiant knights and maids on thrones and palace floors, fucking throats and asses raw under crown and silk. Lesbian assassins and gay mob enforcers tear into each other with savage hunger—scissoring soaked pussies, deepthroating cocks, and fisting holes in blood-stained rooms. Best friends cross every line in sweaty, cum-drenched threesomes. CEOs wreck their secretaries over conference tables, while twisted Doms bind, flog, choke, and breed their willing (and unwilling) subs until they squirt and scream. Every page is soaked in obscene detail: massive cocks slamming into dripping, quivering holes, gagging throats, slapping flesh, filthy degradation, and endless creampies leaking from ruined pussies and stretched asses. This is not romance. This is pure, primal, taboo-shattering filth, where power, lust, and obsession collide in the wettest, most depraved ways possible. Welcome to Carnal temptations…Open it. Spread your legs. And let yourself be completely fucking ruined.

One thing is love, another is Sex. Makin Tony, a dreamboat that leaves every lady breathless, seeks pleasure without attachment. The ladies dub him the "Sex God" for his legendary one-night stands and mind-blowing parties. On the other hand is Makin James, Tony's twin, who embraces love as his weapon of choice, earning him the title "Love God." Their father's fortune turns both into billionaires, but their rivalry spirals into gunfights. A stunning lady finds herself torn between the brothers. Maya, an intelligent beauty yearning for financial independence, lands a modeling gig and falls for James. Yet, when she encounters Tony again, his irresistible charm ensnares her heart. Love, desire, and power collide as Maya's fate hangs in the balance, and the war of emotions ignites. Everything got more complicated when Maya's look-alike surfaced. Will Maya discover her own path amidst the scorching rivalry and the irresistible pull of fate? Brace yourself for a sizzling saga that will leave you spellbound.

“Strip,” Aiden ordered. “Fuck, she’s dripping already,” Calder teased. “It has to be all three of us, or none of us.” Janice had always prided herself with having strong moral values and doing what she believes is right. One night seemed to be enough to change everything. Aiden Grant. Calder Vaughn. Lucian Graves. Three men she should never have said yes to. Janice just wants to save her sister. She never expected for the lines to start becoming blur when it came to those three older men. And at the end of it all, she did not expect those men to want her as badly as she wanted them.

Defying her parents' will, Erin migrates back to the Philippines to discover herself. Despite being uptight, she sets out for a thrilling change and thus, ends up in bed with Noah, a notorious playboy with a past that holds him from entering a relationship upholding the rule: no strings attached, Noah leaves Erin. Coincidentally, they meet again with Noah as Erin's boss! But, with one still tormented by his past and the other by her present, will they be able to break free and find solace in the arms of one another?

When Yelton Group tanked, their CEO and his wife showed up at our door, begging for a marriage alliance. My dad, thinking I was still head-over-heels for Rosie after ten freaking years, threw a million into their sinking ship and signed me up to marry Rosie. Wedding night? She blindfolded me and kept whispering how bad she wanted it. A month later, I tested positive for an STD. Then I caught her bragging to her friends. "Quinn got wrecked by, like, a dozen girls," she laughed. "Wanna guess who gave him the infection?" Her friends were cracking up. "I scouted all the grossest red-light spots," one said. "Each one's got a different flavor." "Just wait," another giggled. "When the symptoms hit hard, we'll know who wins." Rosie added, "Prize money's ready. Soon as we figure it out, she gets paid." That's when it hit me. It wasn't Rosie in bed that night—it was a lineup of strangers she set up. I lost it. Went straight to her, demanded answers. She didn't even flinch. "Mad? Please. If you hadn't dangled that million to force me into this marriage—or scared Caleb off—do you think I'd waste my time on you? "Once Caleb forgives me, you're done." I asked for a divorce. She locked me in the basement. "Chill," she said. "We're still placing bets on who gave you the STD." Six months later, I died down there. Just rotted away. Then I woke up—right back on the day her parents came begging for that deal. Only this time, on the wedding day? She was the one crying.

My parents made Dana and me settle it with rock-paper-scissors. Loser had to marry the Baillieu heir—the so-called "freak." I won. Then flipped the script. "Cool. I'll take Blake. Dana can have the empire." Last time? I was dumb in love with Michael—Dad's adopted golden boy. Chose the company, stayed behind, and handed Dana off to Blake Baillieu. Big mistake. Six months in, Dana was gone—wrecked by that marriage. Right before she croaked, she texted Michael blaming me. Said I lost the game and ditched the deal, dumping Blake on her. Michael? Snapped. Dude went full psycho. Turns out, he and Dana had been sneaking around for years. He dragged me behind the Baillieu estate and forced a dozen intellectually disabled men to assault me. "If it weren't for your cruelty, Dana would still be alive! You'll pay for everything she suffered!" I was over eight months pregnant—almost due. Begged him to stop. Begged for my baby's life. He didn't care. Kept ordering them to take turns. Even when my water broke, he just watched. Both my baby and I died that night. Now? I'm back. And this time, I rewrote the story. Step one: marry Blake.

On our seventh mating anniversary, my Alpha mate, Ronan Thorne, abandons me once again for his secretary, Evelyn Stone's sake. This time, I don't kick up a fuss at all. Instead, I calmly draw out a silver dagger in hopes of ending my life. The moment the tip of the dagger is pressed against my neck, I feel someone grab my wrist all of a sudden. "Why are you hurting yourself? Who broke your heart?" I looked up in a daze, only to see the 18-year-old version of Ronan. He's so anxious that his eyes have gone red. At the same time, he keeps trying to embrace me. "Tell me who that bastard is! I'll make him pay!" I don't explain anything at all. Instead, I merely utter his name softly. After that, the current Ronan personally locks me up in the dungeon. He claims that I need to reflect on myself—that I shouldn't target Evelyn out of jealousy. Just then, the younger Ronan appears again. He stares at the older and cold-looking Ronan outside the silver bars, then turns back to look at me with disbelief written all over his eyes. I just nod in response. He clenches his fists tightly. Soon, a furious roar escapes his throat. "He's not worthy of being your mate! I'll kill anyone who wants to hurt you, regardless of who they are!" As opposed to the 28-year-old Ronan, the 18-year-old version of him loves me more than anything else in the world. Naturally, he will definitely stick to the promises he has made to me.

Lucas Fenrir was the son of the Alpha of the Silvertail Pack, born as the pack's greatest pride. When his Luna and first love, Nara Boris, chose to leave, he married me in a fit of rage—the most unremarkable Omega in the pack. Everyone said I was just a substitute for Nara. They were waiting to see me abandoned, to see me cry, and to see me beg on my knees. Nonetheless, I always smiled and calmly fulfilled Lucas' every demand. I helped him stabilize the pack's morale, stood up for him in public, and even defended him against the rumors that he had rekindled his past romance with Nara. Until one day, I saw him on the streets during the Moon Goddess Festival. He was holding Nara, kissing her deeply. Meanwhile, I simply turned my head away in silence from behind the crowd and pretended I saw nothing. A few months later, I was diagnosed with wolfsbane poisoning that had spread to my nervous system. My condition was beyond saving. I was admitted to the ICU of the pack's hospital, with only a few days left to live. Lucas came when he heard the news. His eyes were bloodshot as he roared and grabbed my dying body. "Why didn't you tell me? Why are you trying to die alone in secret?" I looked at his unhinged expression, my gaze as gentle as it had always been. There was even a faint mocking smile curling at my lips. "Lucas, I've never loved you. "The one I loved… was actually your twin brother—Derrick."

On our Christmas break road trip, my cousin Felix Lloyd spotted some high-powered speakers at a highway rest stop. He had to have them—said he wanted to "blast it." "It's Christmas. We finally get to see everyone! We need some vibe!" My wife, Lana Ramsey, smiled and helped him pay. "Young people have energy. They know how to enjoy life." I yanked the power cord out. "Those aren't for regular cars. This is an EV. Overload it, and the whole system fries. Then what—just stuck in the middle of nowhere?" Lana's parents, Vincent and Donelia, booed me, calling me a buzzkill. Felix cranked the volume all the way up. Lana glared at me. "Say one more word and get out. I'll drive." Later, the speakers fried the battery system. We were stranded in total darkness on a rough mountain road. They finished the last of the food, then shoved me out to "go find help." I slipped, rolled down the slope, and died. When I opened my eyes, I was back—right when Felix jammed the speaker plug into the charging port. I grabbed a few more subwoofers and handed them over. "One isn't enough. Add more. That's how you really crank it."

I’m the Blackthorn family’s top surgeon and their “cleaner.” I’ve handled countless messes for Evan Blackthorn. I was also his secret lover for five years. He was inside me more times than I can count, holding me tight as I came apart, kissing me with an obsession for my body he never bothered to hide. It all ended after sex one night, when he said with a casual laugh, “I should get a wife, Rachel.” “And maybe you should find a good man and get married, too.” I wasn’t angry. I just quietly said, “Okay.” In my last life, I insisted on staying by his side. It got me both my hands broken, my career as a surgeon shattered. In the end, during a raid by a rival family, he left me behind as bait, holding his brother’s widow, Sofia, tenderly in his arms. So this time, I learned my lesson. I stayed away from him. Found a new man, just like he wanted. But this time, the always cool and calculated Mafia Don lost his mind.