Sexual Storys Novels & Stories

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.

They told mе tо keep mу mouth shut and not tо say аnуthing tо you аbоut it. I wаѕ еxhаuѕtеd аnd mу hеаd wаѕ swimming аgаin and I guеѕѕ that's whеn thеу called уоu.' She said, and I was instantly turned on by her story. Fuck.

Ch-1 --------------------- [Father forces son to be star in his adult film; mom inserts herself into film; they become a couple. Mom has primordial fight with another actress for right to do sex scene with son. Mom and son end up with studio after divorce. Father doesn't fare as well.]

Hot gush coated his chin; he drank it down, kept licking through the aftershocks until she whimpered and pushed him back. Ada hopped off the counter on shaky legs. Turned, bent over—ass up, tits pressed to the cool surface, skirt bunched around her waist. “Fuck me,” she begged. “Now.” Chidi yanked his trousers down. Cock sprang free—thick, dark, rock-hard, veins throbbing. He lined up and slammed in—one brutal thrust that buried him to the hilt. Ada cried out, hands slapping the counter for balance. Plates rattled, a glass tipped over, rolled across the surface.

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

For the past Five years, i had only slept with one man. The idea of stripping down for another terrified me. I was far from a virgin when I met Nathan, but I had never thought about anyone else since then. Who would want me, anyway? I wasn’t the Greek goddess that Nathan fell in love with…young, fine, and tight. I was having gray hairs now, my tits were a little saggy and well my stomach that needed shapewear to look decent in anything. Not to mention, my pussy didn’t get wet without the help of lube most of the time. I’d be a hassle to anyone looking to be pleased sexually.

a man hissed probably unloading. “That’s right, unload your sack” Maxwell hissed, salmming into me, his movements quickes and cock swelling. “I could fucking get you pregnant” he shouted, bellowing thereafter. The dirty words made my ass clench hard on his swelling member as I struggled to get on all fours my cock purple. I reached under me weakly, holding my weight on one palm while I jerked my cock the words having a swell time in my head before I felt him spurt his seed into me.

I whispered again. Kissing Tania’s cheek, I gently spoke into her ear. “Are you alright Tania?” She finally stirred, and then opened her eyes. “That was the best experience I’ve ever had, how did you learn to do that?” “Oh, it’s something I read about in an erotic story,” I lied. Putting her arms around my neck, she whispered, “Fuck me, fuck me hard.”

The message contained a blurry video of more than ten seconds. When I opened it, I froze instantly. The video was shot from a long distance across the building, with the camera pointed directly at our bedroom. In the frame, I was alone, struggling to free myself from under the bed. There was no second person, no suggestive posture, no improper action—only an ordinary person’s embarrassed scene of being stuck and saving herself. But because of the tricky shooting angle and deliberate cropping, it could easily be misinterpreted by people who did not know the truth.

We continued kissing while I stroke his length, playing with its head using my thumb then going to the base and back to the top again. "You are wet," I whispered and sucked on his lower lips. I almost laughed out loud realizing usually guys say that to the girls. "That's my precum," He said looking serious still and kissed me again torridly. He tried to reach out between my legs but I stopped him before he touched me down there. "I have my period, remember?" I wouldn't want him to smell my stinky blood in his hands. You know people's instinct to smell their hand after touching something they already know stinks.