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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.

I groaned, watching her fingers play with her soft flesh. I spat on my fingers and reached down, rubbing her clit in messy circles. I shoved two fingers back inside her pussy beside my cock. “Ah-oh my God-” I was fucking her with my cock and my fingers at the same time, the wet sounds driving me insane. Her moans were so loud I leaned down and crashed my mouth over hers. Our kiss turned erotic her tongue tangling mine. I pulled out my cock and slipped my fingers out, both dripping with her juices. I licked my fingers clean, then brought them back down to her clit.

He leaned down, biting my bottom lip hard enough to sting, then sucking it into his mouth before pulling back. "Say it louder," he growled, adding a third finger, stretching me wide, the wet sounds loud in the room as he fucked me with them fast. "Tell me you love my cum inside you." "I love it," I moaned, voice breaking, hips bucking up to meet his hand. "Fuck, Haiden, I love your cum leaking out of me, I love feeling you all day." It was embarrassing how true it was, how my body craved it, pussy soaking his fingers, clit throbbing every time he brushed it with his thumb.

When he pressed against my back, I felt something cool and smooth against my inner thigh, the spine of a book. “Lady Chatterley’s Lover,” he said softly, voice dripping with dark amusement. “One of my favorites for nights like this.” He dragged the edge of the closed book slowly along my soaked pussy, the leather teasing my swollen clit. I whimpered, pushing back, but he held me still. “Patience,” he chided. “We’re going to use literature properly tonight.” He set the book aside and replaced it with his cock, rubbing the thick head through my folds, mixing our juices. Then he thrust in deep from behind, making the ladder shake slightly.

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Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”

A pair of hands ran up each of my legs as Anna and Lucy worked together. The sensation of being touched but being unable to see was amazing. Every touch was sublime; their fingers gently caressed my legs, and my whole body tingled with excitement. I squirmed, wriggled, and giggled with glee as their hands tickled my sensitive spots. Four hands were all over my body; I bit my lip and gasped with pleasure. Every piece of skin was being touched—the back of my knees and the curves of my armpits; no spot was overlooked. Joining the four hands were two pairs of lips as I felt my tummy being kissed. I squealed as my nipples were gently sucked. I writhed in ecstasy, being held in place by the cuffs

I don’t care. My body’s on fire, desperate, needy. I slide one finger inside, but it’s not enough. I need more. Something bigger. Something that feels like him. My eyes fall on the thick black marker on his desk. Grinning, I pick it up, trace it across my lips, and suck on the end, imagining the look on his face when he smells my pussy on it later. I spread myself open with one hand and sink the marker into my slick cunt, coating it in my arousal.

I said to Ginger, as I slipped my hands under her nightshirt and felt her bare ass with both of my hands. "Right, they don't know about our sapphic love affairs yet," said Ginger. "Sapphic, I like that word. Why have we not used it before?" I asked. "Probably because I only just learned it last week while reading a story on Literotica," said Ginger. "Literotica, what's that?" I asked. "Only the best website in the world for erotic literature and the like. You should check it out," said Ginger. "I'll do that when we get back home, it sounds interesting!" I replied.

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”