Thriller Stories Novels & Stories

2. PREYE Dad left years ago after the separation, so it’s just me and Mom back home. She’s been grinding through everything alone, and I’ve gotten damn good at hiding my secrets. I’m straight as fuck. Men do it for me hard,thick heavy cocks stretching my pussy wide open, gagging on dick until my eyes water and spit runs down my chin, that rough BDSM shit where a guy ties me up and treats my holes like his personal cum dump. Nothing beats sucking cock though. Feeling it throb and swell on my tongue, swallowing every thick rope when he’s earned it.

“Told you. Been wet since class.” He pushed one finger inside her, then added the second, curling them upward to stroke her front wall. His thumb found her clit and rubbed slow, firm circles. Ava’s hips jerked, a sharp gasp escaping her. “Like that?” Noah asked, pumping his fingers faster. “Yes, fuck, right there…” He kept the rhythm steady, watching her face as she arched off the bed. Her breathing turned ragged, thighs trembling. Noah leaned down, replacing his thumb with his mouth. He sucked her clit hard, tongue flicking rapidly over the sensitive bud while his fingers fucked into her.

I frantically unbuttoned Lena’s jeans and pulled out the thick, realistic strap-on she was packing. It was big — much thicker than I expected. Lena grabbed my hair and slapped the heavy cock against my cheek. “Open that pretty mouth.” I obeyed, taking the head between my lips. Lena immediately started fucking my mouth, pushing deeper with every thrust until I was gagging and drooling all over her cock. “That’s it,” she groaned. “Choke on it. Get it nice and sloppy for your pussy.” Tears pricked my eyes as she used my throat, but I’d never been wetter. My cunt was clenching around nothing, aching to be filled.

So I just said, “It’s been a really long time since I’ve had any.” “Yeah, me too,” she said. That’s when her mom yelled at us to stop talking and get some sleep. We both yelled "okay” and turned over. We left the candle glowing in the corner so we could find our stuff in case we needed to go pee. Sleep wasn’t coming. Not after Sally’s vivid, no-filter storytelling about her sex life. She’d lit a fire in me that wasn’t going out anytime soon. It was too hot under the blanket. I kicked it off. I needed to cum—bad. I was still soaked just from listening to her.

My heart was thumping so hard I thought people could see it through my shirt. This trip was supposed to be about family bonding, but everything was falling apart. Our mothers hated each other, the family was at war, and I was falling deeper into a secret that could destroy us all. It was more dangerous than I had ever imagined, and the scary part wasI didn't want it to stop.

His cock was already wet as he continued to rub it against Allison pussy lips. Allison was already soaking wet. Thunder grabbed both of the lady's legs and spread them wide. He centered his large cock in the waiting hole of his friend's mother. He pushed halfly his cock hard in her pussy until it split half. Allison screamed at what Thunder did. "Ah, you're so big, fuck!" the lady groaned. "What’s big in me?" Thunder teased. "I d-don’t know…” Allison’s voice shook. Thunder thrust hard again. "Answer me, Allison. What’s huge in me?”

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.

Something that is not offensive but is a turn on both mentally and physically' 'Do you think that that story is true? 'I don't know, probably, but even if not its almost certain to be based around a real event, I know my stories always are.' 'You write. Where do you get the ideas?' 'As I've just said, my stories are embellishments of real events. Do you fantasise?' A little hesitancy but Julia answered 'Yes. Doesn't everyone' 'I certainly do. My fantasies are always about real people and start in actual situations I've been in. It's the same for my stories.'

I was trembling so bad now, my juices running down my thighs. The dark-haired man kept fingering me deeper, curling his fingers to hit that spot inside that made stars burst behind my eyes. “Look at you taking my fingers so good,” he said, his voice thick. “Bet you want more, don’t you? Want us to fill you up proper?” His thumb rubbed my clit faster in little circles while his fingers thrust in and out with wet sounds that filled the room.

His parents attended an important dinner function at the Moonstar Hotel by the Bay View Area and they told them that they might come home late. A slight breeze blew from the West. Old folks used to tell in their bedtime stories by the fireplace that this is an ominous sign. They say that vile creatures hunt for their prey during these times. Mark knew all about this since he is an avid fan of mystery-horror stories. Yet he told himself a thousand times that evening these are just figments of his wild imagination. Nothing horrible is going to befall his parents. They are both good souls and God is watching over them from above.