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And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

I have always been able to trust Sammy. But how can I tell Sammy about how I am changing? How my interest in sex is pushing me beyond the normal limits that people have; how my Onlyfans account was veering further and further away from hers, which is strictly suggestive bathing suit pictures; how, when I masturbate now, which is currently about three times a day, all I can picture is my stepfather's face... my stepfather staring at me, his eyes glazing over with lust, as he cums? A wave of sadness washes over me. My stepfather, whom I love, and who now can't look at me because of the way I've been acting. The things I've done.

he said, gesturing to the chair across from him. I ignored the offer. Instead, I walked around the side of his desk and perched on the edge of it, right next to his scattered papers. My skirt hiked higher, exposing more of my smooth thighs. I crossed my legs slowly, deliberately, letting the movement tease him with the possibility of seeing what was — or wasn’t — underneath. “I’ve been thinking a lot about your lecture yesterday,” I continued, my voice dropping to a husky whisper. “About how the most intense pleasure often comes from what we’re told we can’t have. The forbidden. The risky. The wrong.”

"But that's exactly what makes us keep going. The forbidden, the taboo... and you." The taboo of their age difference, the forbidden intimacy of their relationship, the risk of being discovered—all of it mixed with pleasure, making every moment more intense, more exciting, more impossible to resist. They remained there, entwined, sweaty bodies, warm skin, racing hearts, aware that this total surrender would change everything forever.

The sudden silence was deafening. “A mere aperitif,” he murmured, his gaze fixed on her. He reached into the trunk and pulled out a length of soft, red rope. “Do you want a taste of the main course, Lois? Do you want me to show you how these are really meant to be used?” The question hung in the air, charged and dangerous. It was wrong. It was taboo. It was the most exciting thing she had ever been asked. Her logical mind screamed a protest, but the throbbing between her legs screamed louder. She gave another shaky nod.

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…”

’ he asked, his breath warm against my ear, lips close enough that I shivered, his hands starting to move, soaping up a washcloth with slow, deliberate motions. I nodded, leaning into him, feeling his heartbeat against my back, steady but quickening, and the hard length of his cock pressing firmer against my ass now, trapped between us in the water. ‘Mmm, yeah, Daddy. It feels nice having you here like this.’ My words were honest, laced with the desire bubbling up, and I arched my back just a little, grinding subtly against him, testing, my mind screaming with how wrong but how good it felt, the taboo of it making everything dirtier, hotter.

The flight back was a descent into a special kind of hell, a pressurized tube of recycled air and unspoken dread. The silence was not the comfortable, shared quiet of two people who knew each other well. It was the heavy, suffocating silence of a battlefield after the fighting has stopped, a silence filled with the ghosts of what had transpired. Emma sat in her business class seat, staring out the window at the endless expanse of clouds, but she wasn’t seeing the sky. She was seeing Mr. Dubois’s face, feeling his hands on her, tasting his cock in her mouth. She was feeling Mr. Carter’s brutal thrusts from behind, hearing his possessive growls, the sound of his voice as he commanded her to co

He couldn't deny it. He pounded her harder. "Shut up and take my dick, you bitch. This is the last time, so you better fucking enjoy it," he rasped, humping her pussy like a man starved for a woman's touch. Jessica didn't deserve this. She was great in bed. Willing to explore all his fucked up fantasies. The problem? She wasn't the one creating said fucked up fantasies. The taboo of fucking his step daughter wreaked havoc with his sanity, but like any number one groupie, Fred couldn't get enough.

BEFORE READING: This book contains 98% explicit sexual content and is intended for a mature audience seeking hot, steamy, raw, and uncensored MM fiction. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. All characters, places, events, actions, businesses, and incidents depicted in this story are entirely imaginary and do not reflect the experiences, beliefs, or actions of the author. Any resemblance to real persons, living or deceased, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in this book are 18 years or older, and all sexual encounters are fully consensual.