Kambi Stories Novels & Stories

He tells me he loves fucking me because I brought thrills to his nerves, and he loves the thrill. His wife is boring in bed, he told me. We both have the same experience, though. My husband is boring on bed too. 10:30 in the evening was the time he told me. I arrived thirty minutes early and stayed outside their gates. Then I saw Caleb walking out, I got out of my car and met him halfway with a wild kiss. He chuckled then kissed me back, taking no care if someone sees us here. Well, our videos were uploaded on p**n sites, so they probably knew about us.

We had been best friends since sophomore year and roommates since the start of senior year. Camila knew almost everything about me. I knew almost everything about her—except the one thing I refused to look at too closely. She never dated men. She never talked about women either. I filled the silence with my own loud opinions whenever the subject came up in group chats or at parties. I said lesbian relationships were “just a phase” or “for attention.” I said it so often and so easily that even I almost believed it.

“I booked this house for the week.” The stranger raised an eyebrow, still dripping, completely unbothered by his near-naked state. “Funny. So did I.” He walked over to the kitchen counter with easy confidence, water trailing behind him on the hardwood floor, and picked up his phone. After a few taps, he turned the screen toward her. Same booking confirmation. Same dates. Same beach house. Lila’s stomach dropped. “This has to be a mistake.” “Or the universe has a sense of humor,” he replied, that charming smile deepening. He extended a large hand. “I’m Kai. Kai Rivera.”

Feeling ‘At Home’ I discovered this story in Deuta’s black leather-bound diary. Well, we discovered it: Nisim and I. To be frank, my friend, Biswa, may claim to be a co-discoverer as well, because of his timely presence during the discovery. This story is my personal contribution to the folklore I take pride in – the folklore of Kamarsuburi.

Thus, our training expanded, both of us became his shadows. I loved working for him. It gave me a purpose and a way to release my energy and anger. Carmila was presented as his daughter at the court when she was 18. She was just living her life but at least could sniff here and there for us. Being aware of the latest gossips was a huge help. Nonetheless, she never learned how far our father’s web went. For her, he was the king’s personal gossip keeper. Eventually, Tamor bought her a house under the sea for her comfort. Her mermaid genes pushing her to water. She joined the high society there too, got married, and now was rarely visiting us. Our war finished when I saved her ass from a group

She realized that stories had the ability to transcend language and cultural barriers, touching the hearts of people from all walks of life. With this newfound insight, Luna embarked on a project to collect and share stories from individuals in Seoul. She sought out locals, immigrants, and travelers alike, listening to their personal narratives and experiences. These stories ranged from tales of triumph and resilience to accounts of cultural traditions and the bonds forged through shared humanity.

"That means sending my energy out into the world as free power." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kiema slide into Ransom's arms as she sat on his lap. Saint and Kord moved up behind them, rested their hands on her shoulders. "Mine happened like most stories: boy meets girl, girl falls for his tricks, boy steals the baby. That's how these things go, right?" Heppni laughed, the sound defeated and rough. Kiema bit her lip. "Kiema, you were born almost a hundred years ago," Heppni said softly.

I smiled at him. “I hope you have no eye for her.” I said jokingly. “Ah! No. Besides, she is so saved and I even doubt she ever have sex.” Ken said and sipped his coffee, making me nearly laugh at how he said it. “You are so funny. She has a vagina like any other women.” I told Ken. “And she is a Kamba too.” Ken said. “What do you mean?” I asked Ken. “Kamba ladies love sex, they never say no. if you seduce a Kamba woman and she denies you, you are bewitched or under a spell.” Ken said jokingly.

I broke the kiss seconds later, gasping for oxygen, my chest heaving against his as I looked him in the eye, my vision blurry. "I want you to fuck my mouth" I whispered, brushing my lips against his again. "Fuck, Cara mia, you have no idea what you’re asking for," he growled. His eyes were dark, scanning my face. "I know what I’m asking for," I breathed out, the words rushing from me in a torrent of need. I rocked my hips against him again, emphasizing the point, feeling the wetness smear against his expensive clothes. "I want you to fuck my mouth."

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.