Sensual Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

Without a word, they moved into position, the air was thick with anticipation, and the musky scent of our mixed arousal. My tight unfucked ass was about to be claimed. I shivered, pushing myself onto my hands and knees and presenting myself like the eager consort I was in this twisted fantasy world. How would I get back? I brushed the thought away immediately focusing on the fun about to happen; getting my three holes pulverised by their monstrous cocks at once! Lucien stepped up first, that veiny cock of his was thick and curved like a banana. He had been stroking it the whole time making pre-cum drip from the slit, and my mouth watered at the sight.

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

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.

She licked the sweat from his throat and promised worse. The obsession sharpened in every city. Budapest: sex in the shadowed alley behind the opera house minutes before curtain, his hand over her mouth, strangers twenty feet away. Amsterdam: a midnight canal boat where he bent her over the rail and fucked her while tourists drifted past on another boat, close enough to touch. Barcelona: he tied her spread-eagle to the bedposts with the silk sashes from hotel robes and used a wand on her clit until she was speaking in tongues, then flipped her over and took her ass until she blacked out for three blissful seconds.

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

I walked out of that café with a big smile, my pussy still throbbing and leaking. Work was torture. All I could think about was cock and orgasms. During lunch I went to the high-end sex shop a few blocks away. I’d been there before, and they have private “testing booths” in the back for serious customers. The guy behind the counter was new, tall, and muscular with dark eyes. He looked me up and down when I walked in, like he could smell how horny I was. I browsed the shelves, picking out a massive realistic dildo, even thicker than the one I used in the café, and a powerful wand vibrator. My hands were shaking with need. The attendant came over.

She sat on Jax’s lap, pushing her round, soft ass against his hard dick, while Marcus and Leo pushed in from the sides. She was sandwiched between them, feeling their hot breath and strong hands all over her. Marcus grabbed one of her heavy breasts and started to suck on the hard tip, while Leo bit her neck and Jax gripped her thick thighs. Layla was soaking wet, her pussy dripping juice onto Jax’s pants. Jax didn't wait; he pulled her dress up, guided his thick, hot dick to her opening, and shoved inside her from behind. Layla let out a loud, raw scream as he stretched her tight walls, filling her up completely. While Jax slammed into her from behind with a loud, wet thud, Marcus unzipped h

Brook's pussy was dripping all over her searching fingers as she watched and listened to everything. "C'mon, Daddy," Janice cooed. "Tell me what you did to our baby girl. She deserves to be loved, too. Besides, if you tell me, I'll let you in on something I never told anyone." Brook's mind was spinning like mad as she waited to see how her parents' sex talk was going to go. She pulled harder on her nipples while she pushed a finger up inside her creaming pussy hole and watched her mother slide down just a couple of inches, making her father moan. Then, she practically held her breath with her finger sliding in and out of her slit while her father told Janice everything about what happened: t

You have to claim them. When he’d gone, because I wasn’t finished yet, I lay on the rumpled bed, and brought myself off with my fingers. I thought of how he’d behaved earlier, sadistic and cruel, reveling in my cries from the pinch of the clamps and the slam of his cock. Then I fell asleep for an hour or so. When I woke, my hair was in a crazy, damp tangle and my breasts were a mess of scratch marks and blotches. And he was probably eating wild turbot because he usually does when it’s on expenses at Saxby’s. I would too. The point I’m making: sex isn’t like it is in the movies; it isn’t even like porn. Sex isn’t like anything except itself.