Petticoated Stories Novels & Stories

On the third night, the camera finally captured the proof we needed. Mr. Reed returned home, pulled a small pill bottle from his briefcase, and walked into the bedroom. He poured powder from the mystery bottle into Clara’s daily supplement container. Then he poured a glass of water, brought it to her, and said softly: “Honey, time for your medicine.” Following our plan, Clara didn’t refuse. She pretended to take the pill, but secretly hid it in a tissue. Mr. Reed was cautious. He watched her until she drank the entire glass of water.

Colette walked back to her chair, her eyes dark, her lips parted. "Come here," Colette commanded. Claire pushed herself away from the desk, her legs unsteady, and took a tentative step. "No," Colette snapped, her voice cold and absolute. "Kneel and crawl to me." Claire’s eyes widened, but she didn't argue. She dropped to her knees, the cold carpet rough against her skin, and began to crawl across the floor. She crawled like an animal, her head down, her heart racing. When she reached the chair, Colette turned, hiked up her own habit, and spread her legs wide, revealing lace-topped stockings that seemed wildly out of place in the holy office.

Brielle smiled as she looked at me from the stairs above. "Losers need to be shown their place on the food chain," her trusty lieutenant, Jessica Peters, added as she smiled innocently at me. "They can't and will not be friends with a cheerleader. If you want to be one of us," she paused as she pointed at all of them, "you can't hang out with 'him'," she added, spitting out the word 'him' like it was sour in her mouth. They were talking about Richmond .. "For my initiation," I said, finally finding my voice. "You want me to stop hanging out with Richmond ?" I asked.

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.

A shiver runs through me – half fear, half excitement. He doesn’t waste time with long conversations. He leads me straight to the center of the room where a large wooden Saint Andrew’s cross stands waiting. Before securing me, he picks up a sleek black leather collar from the table, the word “Mine” engraved on a small silver plate. My breath catches as he buckles it snugly around my throat. “This stays on tonight,” he growls, hooking a finger under the collar and tugging me closer. “So you never forget who you belong to while you’re here.”

I nibbled the head with my tongue and heard him growl loudly. ‎I felt him jerk and then he came, hot, thick, and down my throat. ‎"Swallow it all, honey," he ordered. ‎And I obeyed, taking every last bit of it. This is exactly what I wanted. To be continued in story 6 ‎**Author's Note" ‎Thanks for reading and supporting my book. I appreciate 💯 I've more steamy stories that would get you turned on. ‎

If I hadn't married into the Moretti family, I would have been devoured by Vito long ago after the Bianchi family went bankrupt. But now, the husband I had shared a bed with for three years had personally handed me over to this demon. My hands were bound, leaving me no way to fight back. Vito tore my clothes off in one swift motion and forced me down in a humiliating position, taking hundreds of photos. His hands roamed over my body, and he even kissed my skin. His foreign touch made me want to vomit, but it also made me clearer-headed. While Vito was checking the photos, I brought my knee up and kicked him hard in the groin.

Anderson quickly walked back to fix the rag, and that was when his eyes landed on a small protrusion on the floor. Anderson’s heart started to beat fast as he slowly bent down. With a slight tug, a small square space opened up, and there it lay, tucked away in a hurry. Anderson lifted it to reveal a long white coat. Anderson looked at the white coat with an angry expression. He wanted to rip it tear it with his own hands but refrained from doing so. Carson, Kira and Anderson had all chipped in to buy the over six feet long white coat for Miss. Agnes. For a woman who was barely over five feet, the coat was obviously too big for her, but the smile on her face that day spoke of how much she lov

"As this brute just said, my name is Scarlet Relezea. I'm a second year from the fashion department." "Ah, I'm Black Vera." I replied. "I'm a second year from the arts department." "You're new here, aren't you?" "Yes." "I knew it. No old student would ever even think about being friends with this wild monkey. I feel so sorry for you, you poor soul." "If I'm a monkey, then you're a gorilla." Crimson passively commented. "Ignoring this useless brute, can you tell me why you need clothes?" "Ah, we're performing at the club recruitment, but I didn't know we had to bring an extra pair of clothes." I replied.