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I collapsed onto my back, my chest heaving, one forearm slung over my eyes to block out the dim glow from the city lights through the blinds. “Fuck,” I whispered to the dark ceiling. Seven months. It had been seven months since a man had touched me. The last one—Mark, the architect with the nice smile and wandering hands—had lasted three dates before he “realized he wasn’t ready for commitment.” Translation: he’d met someone easier. Before him there was Daniel, who cried after sex because he missed his ex. Before that, Ethan, who ghosted me after I mentioned wanting kids someday. The pattern was exhausting.

Well, I would just tell him everything and have him leave me alone. “I'm addicted to s*x Ryan…” I said, my tone flat. “I know that.” he wouldn't let me finish and interrupted. Gosh. How do I add the fact that I loved different d!ck too? “And I like doing it with different men. I wouldn't stay faithful to you.” I finally added. He was quiet for some moments. Then sighed. “We can fix that too,” he said and my eyes fluttered at him. “I’ll give you every style you want me to Ella. Let's give it a try. You can't continue like this forever. Your addiction needs to be conquered. One day your mummy will find out about this life you're living and you wouldn't be proud of it.”

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.

But the fact he was her boss had kept him from asking her out. But that didn’t stop him from getting jealous when she was with someone else. And protective. Her seeing someone who would dominate her didn’t sit well with him. “Why are you telling me this?” “You told me I could do a special interest piece for the magazine and I’ve been looking for something different. I thought I’d talk about the popularity of BDSM in romance novels. Discuss what really happens in this type of relationship. And I thought it would be a fun angle to ... you know, talk to a real-life Christian Grey about the whole lifestyle. This man is a wealthy guy, owns a huge corporation and he’s into domination. I think our

The best part of my day is refreshing GoodNovel and D****e and reading all the comments, especially because it allows me to interact with you guys. That being said. Writing this story was so gratifying, brought me so much joy, that I’m also not ready to leave that behind. So I am thrilled to announce my new story, “SUBMISSION 101,” a Professor/Student romance which dropped on November 26th on GoodNovel and D****e. It has about 10 times more smut than this book tho, so reader's discretion is strongly advised! Once again, thank you for reading, commenting, gifting and leaving gems!

He grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. “Let me go.” “Wellsy, for fuck’s sake, can you just be a little bit patient?” I stopped. “There's nothing you can say to make me feel better about this.” “Fine. See it as a threesome, that's something everyone has undeniably wanted to try out.” “Not as a normal thing, Adrian. You're telling me that every time you like a girl, you…” “No!” He cut me off like he knew what I was about to say. “It's just the sex.”

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

he whispered, “but I don’t want it to end.” “Me neither,” I admitted, tracing patterns on his chest. A secret affair had begun dangerous, addictive, and ours. But as we lay there in the afterglow, my phone buzzed on the nightstand with a reminder for tomorrow’s scheduled shoot. New complication loomed: balancing this with my career, the constant risk of our parents finding out, and Jake already murmuring that he wanted more than just stolen nights. He wanted all of me Lara Velvet and Elara Voss. For now, in the quiet dark, we had this. The story of us, tangled and forbidden, had only just begun. But for this chapter of our lives, it was enough.

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

he continued, my eyes moved back to his face “it is not for sex.” My eyes widened slightly. “It’s a conversation. Nothing more.” “A negotiation?” I couldn't help but ask even when it felt like I had something lodged in my throat. A faint smile touched his mouth. “Smart boy.” Heat flooded my face instantly. “There are rules,” Maxwell said. “Contracts. Limits. Medical disclosures. Expectations. Safe words. Aftercare. Compatibility.” Every word sounded real. “You don’t touch someone simply because they submit to you,” he added quietly. “That kind of trust is earned.”