Manan Erotic Novels & Stories

No deep pressure that made my mouth fall open. He started moving, steady and careful. “Fuck, you’re wet,” he groaned. I wrapped my legs around him and moved with him, but every thrust just made me think of the desk. The way Mr. Grant had held my hips and forced every thick inch inside me. The way he had called me a slut while he used me. Derick kissed my neck. “You feel so good.” I closed my eyes and pretended the voice in my ear was deeper. Older. Meaner.

I moaned into his hand, my body jerking with every thrust, the tip hitting that spot inside me again and again. “You are fucking soaked,” he muttered. “You are going to come on this pen like a dirty little whore.” Tears pricked my eyes as I tried to nod under his grip. My cries were muffled moans, helpless. He leaned close to my ear. “Come for me. Let this pen write its name inside you. You are mine.” The pressure was too much. My body convulsed, but he slowed, teasing. “Not yet.” He spun me around fast, bending me face-down over the desk. My cheek pressed against the wood.

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Van's fingers dug into her hips, his grip bruising as he held her in place, his cock sliding deeper with each thrust. "You like it rough, don't you, mama?" he grunted, his breath ragged with exertion and desire. Camila's body trembled, her muscles clenching around them, the sensations overwhelming. She moaned, a long, drawn-out sound of pure ecstasy, her head thrown back, her hair spilling down her back as she found herself in the highest cloud of ecstacy. Andrew, still stroking himself, moved closer, his dark eyes glinting with lust. "Look at you, so fucking beautiful," he said, "Our little whore."

He didn't just touch me; he explored me, his fingers moving with a rhythm that had me panting, my nails digging into his shoulders. He added a second finger, scissoring them open, preparing me for what was to come. I felt the stretch, the burn, and the overwhelming sensation of being filled. He looked up at me, his eyes dark with so much lust, and whispered, 'You're so wet for me.'

*************** Jeremy wasn’t prepared for when the same stranger from last night walked into the chapel, all tousled hair and unbuttoned shirt at the top. Graphic images of their erotic night together flashing across his mind. The man had brought him to his release three times that night, and Jeremy had collapsed, satiated, wondering if he’d ever be able to move on from such an amount of pleasure. If anything, he’d wanted to experience more of that. But his sad reality awaited. Which was already playing out. He felt a tap on his hand that was curled lightly underneath her chin, sharp and stinging. “What are you doing?” Bridget demanded through gritted teeth, trying to communicate with her e

LUCA; I'm obsessed with my gym partner. Utterly and completely obsessed. And no, not in a platonic way. In an erotic, filthy and sinful way. His name is Ethan. Yes, I'm fucking straight. The mere idea of another man touching me in that manner, was repulsive to say the least. Should be a disgusting.... demonic act. I detested the thought of it...but it was such a shame that I had no control of my body's reaction. Of my thoughts. They were filthy and borderline pornographic on the things I imagined he'd do to me, or the things I'd would love to explore with him.

My breath hitched as he exposed her ass, spanking it lightly before sliding his hand between her legs. She moaned, arching back. Ryan shifted beside me, his leg pressing firmer against mine. I glanced down and saw the towel from earlier was gone; he wore loose shorts now, but a tent was forming, his cock straining the fabric. On screen, the man dropped to his knees, spreading her thighs. His tongue dove into her pussy, lapping at her folds. She cried out, fingers in his hair. I squeezed my legs together, imagining Ryan doing that to me. His mouth on my clit, sucking hard while I bucked against his face. My hand trembled as I reached for the remote, but Ryan caught my wrist.

"Her cunt is dripping and ready to be used by anyone I choose." He starts by pushing three thick fingers into my soaked pussy, pumping them hard and fast while a woman from the crowd kneels and sucks hungrily on my hard nipples. The sensations make me moan loudly, my body already trembling. Darius brings a powerful vibrating wand to my swollen clit and turns it on high. The intense buzzing sends me over the edge within minutes. I come hard squirting down my thighs while the crowd watches with hungry eyes. Darius unties me and pushes me onto the bed.

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.