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Gavin starts talking again. "You are young though, I'm sure you don't want a kid. Especially not with some old guy that happens to be your brother's dad. I, we can go to the store tomorrow and get you one of those pills. I'm sorry Naudia. I should have used a condom, I just got carried away because you are so sexy and I have wanted you for so long." Gavin rambles and I smile.

‎Anny's POV ‎I have been married to my husband Greg, for ten years now. With no kids. Greg and I have been trying to make babies for the past ten years but haven't been successful. ‎I love my dearest husband so much, but over the past few years, Greg has become almost inactive in bed. ‎I have relentless sexual hunger. I love having sex a lot. Since Greg has been unable to satisfy my sexual urge and fantasies, I've been forced to look for other alternatives, such as vibrators and masturbation.

They switched positions over and over, and I came again and again until my voice was almost gone and my body felt weak. At the peak, four men had me at once. One in my mouth, one in my pussy, one in my ass, and one in my hand. They used me roughly, slapping my tits lightly, pulling my hair, and calling me a dirty cumslut, and I loved every second. The sounds were so nasty, wet slapping, gagging, and moaning. The smell of sex was thick in the air, and my body was covered in sweat and cum.

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

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.

The care felt deeply intimate and loving, a reminder of why I had chosen this life with him. Just as I began to drift toward sleep, Morello’s touch shifted. His fingers trailed more deliberately across my skin, brushing over my nipples, sliding down my abdomen, and finally wrapping loosely around my cock beneath the water. He stroked me slowly, teasingly, until I stirred and opened my eyes. "Remember the last time we had sex, amore?" he asked, his voice turning husky, a playful glint lighting his eyes. I blinked, still hazy. "Today. I had sex with clients. Two of them, actually, in the same session."

SEX STARVED HOUSEWIFE & HER STEPSON _____________________ Sabrina My thighs moved against each other, rubbing my sensitive clit and a moan almost slipped past my lips. I was so damn horny. Probably shouldn't have read that spicy book my best friend, Sloane, recommended last week but I was bored. And the sex scenes had been filthy, dirty—god, I wanted that for myself. It’s been months since Graham touched me and over three years since I've last had pleasurable sex.

that felt like the most powerful ending for this couple. Okay, that was the heartfelt, literary reason. Now for the completely, utterly ridiculous and honest reason: I literally could not write another sex scene. I am not joking. We were closing in on 80,000 words on this thing! A hundred thousand words! Do you have any idea how many different ways there are to describe a hand running through hair? Or a deep gaze across a room? I was starting to lose my mind trying to come up with fresh, non-repetitive action. I truly don't think I would have survived trying to write a fresh, unique, meaningful, and non-absurdly-long sex scene at this point in the narrative. My fingers were cramping, my thes

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

” He the began ro fuck her hard and carried her towards the table dropped her and bent her back and began thrusting from behind “Zay-nn ah-ah-ah f-uck it -fe-els so go-ood “she moaned out loud He continued thrusting in and out of her until he felt her walls squeezing tighter until she came not soon long after he came… She then tried to stand up but failed to as her legs were shaking ..she then dropped her head feeling shy ,she couldn’t believe they just had sex in a class… “Let’s wait a little “he said Then they waited and had many conversations well they mostly kissed and all until she felt she could walk again Then walked out of the class And bumped into Zayn’s friends She then decided to