Kisah Selingkuh Dewasa Novels & Stories

He ate her out like a starving man, his tongue lapping furiously at her swollen clit, delving into her folds as she ground down on him, her hips rolling in slow, sensual circles. Juice smeared across his chin, and she threw her head back, gasping, but she wasn't idle. Her mouth was wrapped around another man's cock, sucking him off with sloppy enthusiasm, and she bobbed her head, taking him deep until her nose pressed against his trimmed pubes, hollowing her cheeks as she hummed around his length. That man, lean and toned, had his fingers buried in a third woman's asshole, twisting and pumping as she rode a thick strap-on dildo wielded by the fourth participant—an athletic woman with short h

“Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.” Nicolas finally slid two fingers inside my core and started moving it back and forth earning a moan from me. “Ahhhgh…” I moaned. Clover was licking all over my back. Nicolas started nibbling and sucking my nipples while he fingered me and soon Clover stripped off his pants. Nicolas removed his fingers and Clover slipped his manhood inside me in one go. “Ahhhh….” “No…No. Clover isn't wearing any condoms.” “Don't worry sis, we already got the contraceptive pills for you.”

Warm. Genuine. And young. Much younger. The thought made something dark stir inside me. Because I would be lying if I said revenge wasn’t part of this. Selene always feared aging. Feared younger women replacing her. Now look at us. She was alone. Begging for another chance. While I couldn’t stop thinking about a woman far younger and far more beautiful than she ever was. Maybe fate had a cruel sense of humor after all. The next morning I woke up wondering why

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.

"How bad I want to kiss you, spank you, and humiliate you with my cock." I swallowed hard, my throat dry as his filthy words sank into me. My entire body tensed, thighs pressing together instinctively at the images he painted. This man had the dirtiest mouth, and God help me, it turned me on more than I could admit. But before I could say anything, Kevin’s voice cut through the tension like a knife. "What the fuck is going on here?!" Kevin’s tone was sharp, his frustration bleeding through every word. "Have you been cheating on me, Isla?!"

There was something inherently submissive in being treated like nothing but holes to fill, she thought. Maybe this “workshop” was designed to help submissives learn more about their preferences. She felt her heart flutter at the idea. She did spare a thought about her husband. Despite his recently revealed hotwife kink (seems ol’ Greg was more interested in watching his wife with someone else than pleasuring her himself), she knew he wouldn’t be happy about her jumping right into having sex with someone other than him--maybe multiple someones, she thought, her pussy tingling at the idea-- without discussing it with him first. But, fuck it, it’s not like he discussed trapping her in a rabbit

I opened an incognito tab, found the video that best fit my fantasies, and pressed play. A girl on her knees between two guys, one in her mouth and the other sliding in from behind. She can't scream or moan properly since her mouth is full, but her muffled moans sound desperate and perfect. I slid my hand beneath the waistband of my panties before I could even think. I was fucking soaked so it was easy to slide two fingers in. My mouth fell open, a breathless moan escaping my lips. I curled them, closing my eyes, imagining it was Jake or Tyler's fingers instead. I knew it was wrong. They were five years older than I was. I was their best friend’s little sister but I could hardly control the

“Absolutely, Master, I am yours. Have you never even fantasized about having a slave before?” “The last woman I was with was my wife; we never played any fantasy games. I have not touched anyone in ten years.” I felt the pang of loss begin to grow in my chest again. “Master, I am so sorry. I never knew you were married. May I make a suggestion that might help you to understand what you have gotten yourself into?” “I would be glad to hear anything you have to say.” She then suggested a couple of websites for me to read. Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try.

The double penetration, the fullness in my mouth and cunt, the way they moved together, it was intense. I was dripping and soaked and my own arousal leaked down my thighs. Devon pulled out, his cock glistening with my spit. He leaned forward, pushing my dress down to bare my breasts. “Now for these,” he said, and his mouth closed over one nipple, sucking hard as his teeth grazed the sensitive peak. I cried out, the sound muffled against nothing. Hans seized the moment and kissed me. I kissed him back, drawing his lower lip between mine as he bit gently into my upper lip. The sensation doubled. Mitch fucking my cunt, Devon sucking my tits and Hans kissing me.

I said, "Fantasies aren't reality. Standard disclaimer and all that." "No, I know," Jennifer said, "I just don't want you to think I'm into it. I mean, I'm into it. I just. Look, the story's fucking hot and I want to share it with you, OK?" "Go for it," I said. My phone beeped a minute later. I looked down. I don't know why I was so surprised. It was an incest story. A brother-sister incest story. The siblings get abandoned by their dates and end up having sex. The sister, of course, gets pregnant at the end.