Stories Desired Novels & Stories

“Now what are we to do with her?” “Anything, my dear Clara.” replied Narissa. “Anything at all. We can bring different men to fuck her everyday until her pussy shies away from cocks.” “Good idea.” “I know, right, Loretta?” “Or we could turn your into our very own Onlyfans star. Make money from videos and pictures we sell of you.” “N-no, please.” “What do you say, Renee?” Narissa asked the woman who had been sitting on the bed the whole while. “What makes her so special that our husbands want to die because of her?”

She pouted. "Mami, I don't care. All I know is I want you to pack our bags before I return." He snapped. "Someone is on his period" She whispered waving hand at the friendly receptionist. After packing the bags up, she opened the curtains. Looking at the busy street, she will miss taking tea while hussain is hugging her behind. She sighed softly, this is not how she wanted her vacation to end. She wanted to leave a memory behind and now all the memory she will leave behind, is that of her husband fighting his brother.

“Hey, I need more than that!” He spun around and caged me to the wall. “Just trust me, little one.” “No! I need to know, why don’t you tell me?” I was outraged. He constantly avoided the topic. Damon pressed against me and leaned closer to my ear. “He was under my command for a while We fought together in a few wars. Vadas isn’t all that prince charming. He is a monster. Stay away from him. End of talk.” And he strode away, leaving me only more questions. Fuck these males and their tempers.

The provocative invitation hangs heavy in the air, a challenge issued directly to Y/N. *Swallowing hard, Y/N's gaze flickers between Stefanie's wanton display and the lewd images on the screen, mind reeling with forbidden temptation. A thrill courses through their veins as they consider the taboo opportunity presented - to fulfill the dark desires of the beautiful, married woman before them.* *"Mommy..." Y/N breathes, voice trembling slightly as they step closer, drawn in by Stefanie's intoxicating allure. "I've never... done anything like this before."*

He slapped my face with it twice, smirking. “Beg for it.” I was panting, tears in my eyes, spit running down my chin. “Please…” I whispered, voice hoarse. Damien grabbed my chin roughly, forcing me to look up at him. “Louder. Tell us what you want, Serena.” I swallowed hard, my pussy aching and dripping onto the floor. “Please… fuck me. Use me. I want both of you.” Victor chuckled darkly. “Oh we’re going to, baby. We’re going to fuck you stupid and fill both your holes with cum.”

Back at the couch, my own release hits me. I grunt, stroking furiously as ropes of semen shoot across my stomach. I opened my eyes while the fantasy faded. “Am done waiting, I must have you Anna.”

Well, I know I’ve been long in setting up my little story here, but this is where our story gets interesting. After one of those aforementioned “hard days of work,” I went to the local watering hole with my best friend Stacy. We had always been close; we roomed together in college, and now we’re both personal trainers, so she felt my plight when it came to nights like this. I was throwing back wines like it was going out of style which always seemed to be occurring on half-price wine Wednesdays while listening to Stacy tell some of her racy and risqué stories of conquest. Stacy had taken to catering to the good-looking sector of our clientele and had taken to seducing them. She noted how “it

I want the real thing, right here. 'Wait,' I whisper, my voice husky from their cocks stretching my throat. I sit up slowly, knees drawn to my chest, feeling the mess on my skin as I meet their gazes. 'I... I want to watch you two. Fuck each other. Like in the video. Jake, fuck Alex. Please.' The words tumble out, bold and needy, my cheeks burning under the cum splatters, but the thrill of voicing my fantasy makes my clit pulse. Alex's eyes widen, a flicker of surprise mixing with that dominant hunger, while Jake's lips curl into a wicked grin, his cock twitching back to life at the idea.

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’ve seen the most marvelous places. There’s this small village in the north, perched on the edge of a cliff. The sunsets there are like nothing you’ve ever seen.” Her stories flowed easily, each one more colorful than the last. She spoke of faraway lands, exotic foods, and strange customs she had encountered and here I was smiling and laughing more than I had in weeks, forgetting, for a little while, about the strange new reality I had been thrust into. “You must join me on one of my trips sometime,” Zelda said with a wink. “A bit of adventure is good for the soul, don’t you think?” “I think I’d like that,” I said, and I meant it. Her stories were so vivid and so full of life that I could