Stories Of Lust Novels & Stories

He repeated his movements over and over until both peaks were swollen, glistening, and throbbing in time with my racing pulse. Every pull of his mouth felt like he was drawing something deeper out of me, something I had kept locked away for years. When he finally lifted his head, his lips were wet, his eyes black and filled with lust and want. My breasts rose and fell with every ragged breath I took, my nipples were dark and glistening from his attention. “Touch yourself,” he ordered again, quieter this time. “Spread your legs wider and show me.” I obeyed instantly. My thighs parted, the thin dress still bunched around my waist like a fallen halo and I slid one hand down my stomach, tremblin

her luscious breasts were straining against the ties of her nightie, revealing her full, firm bosom. As she sat on the bench facing me, looking up while I stood before her, I didn't wait for her to come to me; I cupped her cheeks and began to kiss her sweet-smelling mouth. . . . Loren’s saliva tasted so good—I wouldn't trade it for her daughter Maryann’s. . . . because she kissed far better than Maryann did. . . . the stroke of her tongue reached deep within. . . . and the playful movement of her tongue made my arousal surge even faster. . . . the way her mouth and lips moved stirred up an intense lust in me, making me feel as if I were being cradled in heaven. . . . at times, just the tips

he whispered frantically against my ear, his eyes wide with jock panic. Hearing the terror in his voice, something dark and unhinged snapped deep inside my brain. The sheer risk of it sent a violent jolt of pure adrenaline straight to my core. Suddenly, my pussy throbbed, a fresh wave of slick, hot moisture drenching Mark’s shaft. Lust—real, burning lust that I hadn’t felt the entire time—surged violently through my veins. I didn’t hesitate. Using the leverage of his weight behind me, I shoved my hips backward, forcing his rigid cock to the hilt as I dragged us both toward the front of the stall.

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.

Lila confessed, but Elena guided her, spreading her legs and teaching her how to lick pussy—slow circles on the clit, fingers probing deep. Elena moaned, grinding against Lila's face, cumming with a gush. In return, Elena fingered Lila expertly, using a vibrator from the nightstand to make her squirt, their bodies tangled in sweaty passion. "You took my husband, I took your dignity," Elena whispered post-orgasm, but Lila pulled her close. "Maybe we can share... or something." Lila begged. The encounter left Elena aroused and conflicted, her plan evolving into something more chaotic.

"So you were the one who started it all, the one who made the werewolves..." I nodded. "A few years later," I said, "I tried to stop a battle between witches and werewolves in a nearby village. My pack was with me. They wanted to kill me. They chained me in silver, poisoned me with wolfsbane. My pack... slaughtered while trying to save me. Many tried to end me, but the Moon Goddess... she protected me. Every attempt failed. So they cursed me instead. With immortality. To watch everyone I love die or fade while I remain. And... because no man could match me, they cursed me with lust. Madness. Obsession. Violence trailing everyone I touch. Men and women alike driven to ruin by me, by my nature

“I don’t give a damn. Every morning you come out here to tease me in those tiny shorts and no bra... every man here is staring at you. How long do you think I can hold back?” “Khiri...” Nuna’s words were swallowed by the heat of his ragged breath. His hands were scorching as they roamed over her skin with a possessive familiarity. They hadn’t known each other long, but perhaps it was the intensity of the work, the raw pull of their hearts... or the fact that from the very first second, Khiri never saw her as just an ordinary volunteer. “Let’s go fuck. I’m going to bounce on that pussy until it’s wide and aching.”

he managed to ask, his voice breaking under the strain of his own lust. "Yes," she whispered, her hand slipping down between her legs, her fingers dancing over the seam of her jeans. She could feel the dampness through the denim, the heat of her own arousal radiating off her. "I've fasted and prayed, begging God to take these filthy, sick thoughts from my mind. But every time I see this man, the lust just comes crashing over me. I want him to touch me, Father. I want to feel him inside me, filling up every empty part of me until I can't breathe."

Mr Smith was never one to speak straightforwardly. "There was something you said in my office that time and I saw that fire in you. That drive in you. But now I see the fire quenching slowly. The lady I saw at first knew what she wanted and her passion was over the hills." When Mr Lucky had asked him why he chose Victoria, he didn't have a proper answer for it but now he does. She loved computers just like she did. She loved creating and was very passionate about what she loves. She knew what she wanted and worked for it, a similar attribute as his.

Everyone present focused their gaze on the women, their eyes sparking with lust, surely, it would be nice to have a taste of the wealthy Cara, she was rendered useless, but they could explore her body, and that has only brought their hormones high. "Let me have her." A deep crispy voice sounded from the other angle of the room, the slightly old man picked up the glass, and stared at the figure scrawling on the floor, his eyes sparking with lust. "I want her!" Another voice boomed out. Lucas just stared, his hands on his hip, before he snickered, at the men, lust could really tend to render one useless, but was there a difference between lust and love? You crave for someone, and yet you want