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Click after filthy click. The more he stroked, the deeper his mind sank. “Fuck… imagine some rich older man seeing these,” he whispered, voice husky. His hand sped up. “Pin me down and call me his dirty little slut… force my legs open and breed my hole until I’m leaking cum for days.” His fantasies turned darker, wilder. “Degrade me. Tell me I’m just a set of holes for superior cock. Slap my face with it. Choke me while pounding me raw. Fill me up until my belly swells and I can’t even walk…”

It is NOT reflective of real-life healthy relationships or consensual practices. If any of the above themes trigger, disturb, or upset you — even in fantasy — DO NOT READ. Close the story now and choose something lighter. By continuing, you confirm you are an adult who understands this is extreme fictional smut, and you consent to reading it at your own discretion. No judgment here — just making sure you’re prepared for how nasty it gets. Alexander Voss’s POV

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

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.

*Next Collection* **Story Synopsis** Nineteen-year-old Lisa discovers her married neighbor’s hungry eyes on her through the open bedroom window each sweltering summer night. Instead of hiding, she lets the forbidden thrill pull her deeper into a silent, shadowy game of temptation. What begins as distant stares slowly spirals into something far more dangerous—until one night the line between watching and touching finally breaks ***** Lisa's Pov ... I’d just gotten home from a late shift at the campus coffee shop, my tank top clinging to my sweaty skin and my tiny denim shorts riding up my ass like a second skin.

Mia had always wanted to become a slut but she pretended to be her mother's good girl. That Evening, Mia’s phone screen glowed in the dim light of her bedroom. She opened the message from Julian, her boyfriend of nearly two years. She smiled and unlocked the notification. The words hit hard and fast. “Shit Mia. I can’t anymore. I just can’t stay with you anymore since you can’t give me sex. I quit.” Attached was a photo: Julian receiving a blowjob from Jess, Mia’s best friend. The image was clear, unmistakable. Mia’s eyes widened in shock. She tossed the phone onto the bed, her chest tightening.

This story will contain mature stuff like cursing , murder, cruelty, detailed scenes and most importantly forced and abuse, if you are thinking this story will be any kind of fairy tell then you are completely wrong . This story has nothing to do with any other members in real life, even if it matched any is a complete concidence. in fact they might didn't know this kind of story can exist in a world. So please read your own risk I have already warned you, it's pure fiction. Thank you for giving your precious moments here, I'll try to entertain you with my writing, give me your well whishes and support. ../.\.../.\.../.\.../.\.. Author's NOte:

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. REMEMBER: The world of fiction where the characters of my story reside is void of realities of HIV and STI. In the real world where we live in, HIV and STIs exist. The story is merely an escape from that world, so that I can release my subconcious, which is full of crazy and messy sex fantasies. The scenes in this story should never be recreated in real life. Guys, never ever attempt barebacking, rape or other unsafe sex ac

He sighed then looked at me again. "Speak up, what do you have in your defense?" He asked. "I am not defending myself. This all is a mistake. A misunderstanding if I am being honest." I replied and he frowned his brows. "What do you mean?" He asked. "About three years ago, while I was in London, completing my masters. I became friends on Facebook with a girl named Neha Samad. She showed me her pictures and I eventually started to like her. We used to talk and chat almost every day. We both had seen each other's pictures. One day I decided to confess. I confessed and she told me that I am not her type and was just flirting with me." I said and he stood up from his seat, gritting his teeth in

His hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Hussaini's full of wonder and love, Nafisa's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated. He leans in a softly kisses up and down her neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. He works his way back to her tender, smooth lips. As they kiss she rolls him over and lies on top of his strong, muscular body.