Polyamorous Erotica Novels & Stories

I came hard with Ahmad between my legs, hips bucking wildly against his face while Nathan held me down and kissed me through the orgasm. I was still shaking when they pulled my panties off completely. Nathan lay on his back and pulled me on top of him. I sank down onto his cock in one smooth glide, moaning at the familiar stretch. He filled me perfectly. I started riding him slowly, grinding my clit against his body. Then I felt Ahmad behind me. His lubed fingers teased my entrance first, right where Nathan was already buried deep. “Relax, Lydia,” Nathan whispered, gripping my hips. “Breathe for us.”

Like to what? Her pressing back into me, my cock in her ass crease. "You know. Watch. Watch my son fuck me." My life, in a few months, from normal to this, "Yes, I want to watch your son put his hard cock in his mother's pussy and fuck her." She groans, moves, lining me up, "I can tell you from experience, it's incredibly erotic. Watching the wrongness, the taboo." "Should I fuck you now?" "Oh Dan, yes. I need your cock."

I moaned a ‘yes’ shamelessly, pushing back onto his cock. We’d been secretly seeing each other for almost a year — stolen nights in private jets, luxury hotel suites, even once in the back of his limo on the tarmac. He paid for my silence with gifts, trips, and the kind of rough, dominant sex that left me limping for days. I was addicted. The danger of it all only made it hotter. “Harder, Gora… please… wreck me,” I gasped, voice cracking as he nailed my prostate again.

The thought of the next thing in line made my pussy ache terribly. Liam suddenly stood up, his breathing heavy as he reached into his pocket. He brought out a pack of condom, and snapped one on with practiced ease, his eyes locked on mine. He lined himself up at my entrance and drove inside in one long, uncompromising thrust. I let out a shattered cry, but it was muffled as Damien leaned over me. He didn't want to miss out on the feast. While Liam’s cock moved in and out of me with a heavy, rhythmic pace, Damien lowered his head, his tongue taking over where Liam's had just been, circling against my clit with a precision that sent hot sparks through my vision.

I asked curiously as I connected my phone to the big screen and opened our group chat. I started playing the erotic videos and pictures that Sylvia sent to me. “Well I have this crazy fetish…” Liam’s voice was slow and low and I knew he was up to something dangerous. “I am listening.” “So there is this role play sex I saw online that I want us to recreate.” “Role play sounds intriguing, what is the play going to be about?” “The twin masters and their slave.” He made a raze dazzle sign with his hands and I saw a very clear picture of what he meant.

It felt so filthy and yet so fucking hot. My arms slid around his neck, fingers locked tight, pulling him closer, moaning uncontrollably into his mouth. He claimed my lips completely, his tongue dominating mine. His fingers slid down to my swollen pussy and flicked my clit, making me moan louder against his lips. “You love this, don’t you?” He growled between kisses. I shuddered and nodded. “Yes…” “You love this black cock more than anything?” “Yes,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I do.”

After relocating to a new town to start afresh and focus on her life, Claire finds herself drawn into an erotic affair with a married couple she met in the gym. A coffee date with James, and Mia ignites their passion and blurs the marital boundaries. “W-we can't do this here,” “Come with us,” James urged, his voice laced with a tantalizing promise. “We’ll give you a night you’ll never forget,” As a Polyamorous person, Claire couldn't resist surrendering herself to the intoxicating attraction.

I did it again today. I visited my girlfriend at work. Reprobate writer seeks innocent Melanie for backseat naughtiness in underground parking lot. Yes, I’ve been wicked again. Spank me, Jesus. Before this gets too confusing, what with “blow jobs” in the title, let me clarify: I’m a woman, Mela- nie’s a woman—we’re a lesbian couple—but while I’m a woman with a pussy, my girlfriend’s a woman with a cock. She’s trans, hence the mention of blow jobs. So that’s one mystery solved.

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.

'Oh God Sandra, I'm coming. 'Yes,' she hissed, 'come inside me.' Her hand was working furiously beneath her and I could feel the movement through the walls of her rectum. My climax hit me and I cried out as wave after wave of utter pleasure crashed through me and I pumped my sperm into my lover's anus. As my orgasm subsided I started to gently withdraw. 'No,' said Sandra, urgently, 'stay inside me.' Then she was coming, feet beating against the bed, tears rolling down her cheeks: 'Oh God, oh God, oh God!'