Novel & Cerita Polyamorous Stories

"I've always been curious but never... acted on it." "Why not?" "Fear, I guess. Of getting hurt or judged." He leaned back, crossing his arms. "Fair but what if it's mutual? What if it's about trust?" We talked for hours, the shop emptying around us. He shared stories….vague at first, then more detailed, of past experiences, always emphasizing consent, communication. It wasn't crude…it was intriguing, like peeking into a world I'd only read about in books. By the time we parted, he'd asked for my number.

It feels like we were both connected, I don't if it's a pregnant thing but I don't want to see her cry, it made me sad even more. "We were just talking about sex and now you're crying." She sobbed to her husband's shoulder and I felt how Hunter and Hugo stilled. I also saw how her husband stilled but I only shrugged it off. "You were talking about sex?" Hunter whispered. I nodded my head and told them about what we were talking about earlier. While listening, their lips hang open, their eyes wide in shock and it looks like they couldn't find a word to comment on my story. It's not like our conversation was wild, we only talked about sex positions and having an orgy party.

Chapter Three – Retreat’s Rapture The Sapphire Retreat darkened as night fell, the stars reflecting on the waves, the cabana’s sapphire curtains billowing in the coastal breeze, the air thick with the musk of our passion. My body was a map of their desire—bruises on my hips and thighs, bite marks on my chest, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger within me raged, a primal need fueled by Marcus and Liam’s unrelenting dominance. The two men loomed over me, their breaths heavy, cocks hard again, eyes locked on mine with a fierce devotion, ready to culminate the retreat in a rapture of flesh and spirit. The isolation thrummed with the energy of our shared taboo, their partnership a sacred

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

“You deserve all the orgasms you want my love. And I am more than happy to give them to you” She giggled but didn’t respond or open her eyes and in mere seconds she was peacefully asleep. I ran my hand up and down her bare back, enjoying the feel of her soft delicate skin. The Were community has only started accepting same sex mating over the past few decades. Though there are still some packs and individuals that continue to frown on the pairing. Polyamory has always been common amongst Weres, probably because we are such sexually driven creatures. A male with multiple she-wolves is more common than a female with multiple males. I put that down to the fact that men are so damn possessive. I

Eyes flew open, blurry in the moonlight. What the fuck? My body rocked, something thick pounding inside my pussy, filling me hard while I slept. Panic hit, but pleasure twisted with the ache his cock already buried deep, thrusting slow and rough, walls clenching around him slick. I gasped, hands pushing at shadows, but Jax's eyes locked on mine, green and hungry in the dark. He smirked wicked, seeing me wake. "Shh, baby, feel Bestfriend's Brother's cock using you," he growled low, voice thick with lust. His hips snapped harder now, cock slamming deeper in my core, pain blooming fresh from the surprise stretch.

I decided that after my night with Alex, I would tell my parents about my four husbands, and to hell with the consequences. Except for the werewolf part. It was going to be a lot for my parents to digest — me admitting I was in a relationship with four brothers. Polyamory wasn't a subject that had ever been discussed around our dinner table. Mum and Dad were happy inside their monogamous bubble. They were old school, married at twenty-one, then moved in together, leaving it a year before they conceived me. My thoughts drifted back to when one of my mum's relatives had fallen pregnant out of wedlock. They considered it the scandal of the century. But putting my reservations aside, it was the

We continued talking for almost another hour. Mostly about Stephen. Or more specifically, how much Amelia hated him now. “I swear if I ever see that idiot—” “You’ll kill him?” I finished with a laugh. “Exactly.” I smiled softly. God, I loved her. Then suddenly Amelia gasped loudly. “Oh my God.” “What?” “You need rebound sex.” I nearly choked. “Amelia!” “I’m serious,” she continued excitedly. “You need some insanely handsome guy to fuck Stephen completely out of your system.”

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 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.