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Forbidden Desires (short erotical stories)

Mature content (18+) Readers discretion is advised Different stories. Different desires. Unforgettable experience Each story peels back to different layer of longing: forbidden, tender, dangerous, wild, rough, reminding you that pleasure can be thrilling.
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Chapter 1

I heard my phone ringing; it was my best friend Catherine. We spent our childhood together, finished junior year, and now we're planning on entering senior year.

Though my parents were poor, I was still happy for my best friend. "Hey Gabriella, good news," Catherine eagerly said through the phone. "I just got admitted into senior year," she said happily.

I was genuinely happy for her and told her congratulations. "Guess what?" Catherine said happily. "What?" I answered. "Just guess," she said.

"You know I'm not good at guessing; just tell me," I said. "Okay, fine. My dad organized a party for me to celebrate my entering senior year," I could feel the happiness in her voice.

"Gabriella, I'll come pick you up in the evening so you can also attend the party," she said eagerly before she hung up.

Although I've always been to Catherine's house, I was so happy to still go there. I had a secret crush on her dad, which I know was so wrong, but I couldn't help it.

Just the thought of him made me wet already. I quickly undressed and picked up the vibrator in my drawer while putting my fingers inside my wet pussy.

"Oh fuck... yes, fuck me harder, daddy," I moaned while inserting the vibrator in and out of my wet pussy. I was picturing him fucking my tight pussy so hard. "Yes... I'm about to cum," a sudden outburst of my orgasm shattered.

I cleaned myself up, went downstairs to eat, and prepared for the upcoming party in the evening. "Good day, Mum," I said while going to the dining table.

"How are you doing, Gabriella?" "Fine," I said nonchalantly while preparing to serve myself. "I'll be going out with Catherine later in the evening for a party."

I saw reluctance in her eyes; she always had a bad feeling about Catherine, but there was nothing good about it, so she just gave a slight nod.

"Gabriella, there's something I've been wanting to tell you," she paused and watched my reaction twitch before she continued.

"About your senior year, I won't be able to fund your expenses. You know we don't have that kind of money." She saw the disappointment in my eyes.

"I don't care, Mom; I'll work for it myself and fund my senior year." She sighed. "Why don't you just learn a skill for now and start doing something? Forget about senior year for now."

"I won't," I said angrily. "No one will stop me from going to senior year, not even you, Mom."I got up angrily and went to my room.

Later that evening, Catherine came to pick me up. I intentionally wore a tight gown, showcasing my curves, and my hard nipples were pointed.

"Oh my God, you look so stunning, Gabriella!" she winked at me. "Do you have a crush you're going there to seduce?" she asked while dragging me into the car.

I smiled and grabbed her hand as she led me into the car. She kept telling me about the guy she met at a party and how they were hanging out together.

"I invited him to the party so we can have a very good time together," I smiled back at her, my mind racing as the thought of her dad slipped into my head.

We got to her house; the party had already started. As we stepped into her house, she took me to greet her dad, who was talking to some visitors.

"Hey, Dad," he turned to look at us, and then I caught his eyes lingering on my body as if he was about to pull my clothes off with his gaze. He quickly took his eyes off.

"How are you doing, Gabriella?" he said. "I'm fine,sir."Catherine,who was not aware of the way we looked at each other quickly pulled me to greet her other friends "we'll catch up later dad" she said will pulling me away.

She saw her crush and quickly ran off to meet him leaving me all by myself.

I sat on the edge of Catherine's bed, the bass from the party downstairs pulsing through the floor like a heartbeat.

The room was dimly lit by that little lamp on the nightstand, shadows dancing over her posters and the mess of clothes scattered around.

I'd snuck away from the crowd, craving a quiet moment. But my thoughts, as usual, drifted straight to him Jade, Catherine's dad.

So tall and strong, with that mix of gray in his hair and those sharp blue eyes that always made my insides twist whenever he'd flash a smile at me over dinner.

I leaned back into the pillows, my short dress hiking up my thighs. My hand wandered down without thinking, slipping under the fabric.

It was my dirty little secret, this way I touched myself just imagining him. His rough hands on my hips, his lips hot against my neck.

A quiet sigh slipped out as I spread my legs a bit, fingers grazing my panties. They were already soaked. I shut my eyes, picturing him bursting in, seeing me like this, his stare turning feral with need.

The door creaked, but I was too lost in the heat building between my legs to notice. Jade stepped in, shutting it with a soft click.

He'd come for some jacket from Catherine's closet, but he stopped dead. There I was, legs open, hand working my clit through the damp cotton, face flushed from my fantasy.

He should've bolted. I get that now. But he didn't. His dick hardened in his pants as he watched me press harder, circling faster.

I let out a soft moan, arching up. "Jade," ' breathed to the empty room, the words sparking fire in my core.

That's when his shadow hit the bed. My eyes flew open, hand stalling. He loomed there, eyes boring into me, face hard to read but charged with something raw.

"Oh shit," I gasped, jerking my hand free and sitting up fast, smoothing my dress down. My cheeks burned. "jade, I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean"

He raised a hand, cutting me off. His voice came out low and gravelly. "Gabriella. What were you thinking about?".

He moved closer, gaze pinning mine, then flicking to my shaking thighs.

I swallowed, pulse racing. Lie? Flee? But the hunger in his look it made me reckless. "You," I confessed, barely audible. " I always think about you."

His jaw clenched, and he closed the distance in seconds, standing over me. "That's playing with fire, girl. You don't know what you're asking for."

But his hand lifted, fingers under my chin, tilting my head back. His thumb dragged over my lip, and I opened for it, sucking gently.

A deep growl vibrated from him. He stepped back just to yank off his shirt, baring his hairy chest and solid muscles from all that hard labor. My breath caught.

I shifted back on the bed, but he climbed on, kneeling between my knees. "Show me," he demanded, snatching my wrist and pressing it back under my dress. "Show me how you touch yourself thinking of me."

My fingers shook as I slid them into my panties again, stroking my wet lips while staring into his eyes. He unzipped, hauling out his thick cock hard, veined, tip leaking. I whimpered, rubbing quicker.

"Good girl," he rasped, fisting his length with slow pumps. "Work that sweet pussy." He leaned down, crashing his mouth to mine in a hard kiss.

His tongue pushed in, claiming every inch, feeding off my urgency. I moaned into him, my other hand grabbing his shoulder.

He pulled back, shoving my dress to my waist. One tug, and he ripped my panties to the side, baring my smooth mound and dripping entrance.

"Damn, you're drenched." His fingers took over, two plunging deep into me. I cried out, hips bucking as he thrust them in, hooking to stroke that sensitive spot.

"Please," I begged, wrapping my hand around his shaft, pumping the hot, heavy flesh. It felt even bigger up close, pulsing in my palm.

He withdrew his fingers, shiny with my arousal, and rubbed them along his dick. Then he lined up, the fat head parting my folds. "You want me inside? Want your friend's dad to fuck you raw?"

"Yes," I panted. "Fuck me, Jade. I need it."

He drove in hard, filling me completely in one go. I screamed, walls gripping his thickness. He stretched me so good, hitting deep.

No pause he drew back and slammed home again, pounding relentlessly. The bed groaned with us, the party's chaos below fading to nothing.

His grip bruised my hips as he hammered away. "So fucking tight," he grunted. "This cunt's perfect for my dick." I hooked my legs around his waist, thrusting up to match him, nails raking his back.

Suddenly, he flipped me onto my stomach, hauling my ass high. I braced on my forearms, shoving back as he sank in from behind.

His hand cracked down on my cheek, the sharp pain making me gasp. "You like it rough? Being my dirty secret?"

"Yes!" I moaned, the sting shooting straight to my clit. He smacked again, firmer, then snaked a hand around to circle my swollen button.

The mix had me quivering, climax rushing up. "Cum on my cock," he commanded, hips stuttering. "Squeeze me dry."

I broke apart, pussy clenching hard, gushing over his balls. He roared, yanking out to spray hot cum over my ass and spine.

We tumbled down, his weight pinning me, breaths ragged. He pressed a kiss to my shoulder. "Our little secret."

I nodded, smiling into the pillow. The party thumped on downstairs, but in here, my wildest dream had just come alive.

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