Novel & Cerita Sexiest Stories

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

(A short story) THEY WEREN'T THE biggest he’d ever seen, but boy did they look firm! Niall Christopher spread out his copy of Penthouse and gazed at the most gorgeous pair of breasts he’d ever seen. High and delicately rounded they went perfectly with the tiny waist, the long, sleek thighs and the petal-pink, sweetly crinkled sex that peeped demurely yet raunchily through a bush of flossy gold-brown curls.

"This place... it might be a bit much. If it freaks you out, we can turn right around and leave. No pressure." Jay reached up, his fingers lightly brushing over the edge of my mask. "Open the door, Jake," he murmured softly, his eyes heavy with arousal. My heart hammered against my ribs. I turned the handle and pushed the heavy door open. The red room was dimly lit, drenched in deep crimson light and thick with the scent of leather, sweat, and heavy perfume. Everywhere you looked, bodies were entangled. Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys.

Mia had always wanted to become a slut but she pretended to be her mother's good girl. That Evening, Mia’s phone screen glowed in the dim light of her bedroom. She opened the message from Julian, her boyfriend of nearly two years. She smiled and unlocked the notification. The words hit hard and fast. “Shit Mia. I can’t anymore. I just can’t stay with you anymore since you can’t give me sex. I quit.” Attached was a photo: Julian receiving a blowjob from Jess, Mia’s best friend. The image was clear, unmistakable. Mia’s eyes widened in shock. She tossed the phone onto the bed, her chest tightening.

"Insatiable." "Only for you." It was true, which terrified him. His sexual appetite had always been moderate, controlled. With Sienna, he felt like a man drowning. She turned in his arms, handing him a mug of coffee. "We need to talk about this," she said, but her hands were stroking his forearms, her eyes dark with want. "We can't just—"

I’ve been here serving out my contract and we’ve slowly become good friends in that time. All kinds of men flock to her, promising her a world of riches and everything she could ever want. She always turns them down, not wanting any of it. I had been a little envious of how easy it was for her to get a man’s attention, but now I can see it’s not so sweet on the other side. Most people want the fantasy of her, but no one knows who she really is. The first mistake most men make is promising her money. She has the top-selling show on the strip; Celine is not in need of anything.

Julian didn't just want Sloane's professional surrender anymore, he wanted every single piece of her stripped bare and laid open for him to claim. The tension between them had reached a breaking point where words were useless and only the raw, physical friction of their bodies could settle the score. He cornered her in the dimly lit hallway of the hotel, his hand slamming against the wall beside her head to pin her in place. Sloane tried to keep her face cold and untouchable, but her breathing was ragged and her chest was heaving against the fabric of her silk blouse. Julian leaned in close, his scent filling her lungs and making her head swim with a mixture of hatred and desperate need. He

“Who is your dream man? Whose cock would you suck until he came into your mouth?” I can't say, I wouldn't say it was her dad who fed my sexiest fantasies. I was starting back up the mountain of lust from her fingers in me. I felt my pussy get hotter and wetter where her fingers were. I pleaded, “Please, don't stop. Oh! gud, this feels so good.”

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.

Victor pounding deep and hard, hips snapping, balls slapping against her ass. Jade grinding down on Lila’s mouth, fingers pinching her own nipples, moaning loud and shameless. The mirrors reflected everything—Lila bound and writhing, Victor’s muscles flexing with every thrust, Jade riding her face with abandon. Lila came first—muffled screams against Jade’s pussy, body arching off the bed as she clenched around Victor’s cock. Jade followed seconds later, flooding Lila’s mouth with her release, thighs trembling. Victor pulled out, flipped Lila onto her stomach, and entered her again from behind—deeper this angle, brutal. One hand fisted in her hair, the other reaching under to rub her oversen