Forbidden Desires (short erotical stories)
Mature content (18+)
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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 3
I smoothed down my dress as we descended the stairs, the fabric clinging to my sweat dampened skin.
The party's thumping music and laughter filtered up from below, a stark contrast to the heavy silence between us. Jade's hand brushed my lower back, a possessive touch that sent fresh shivers through me.
My thighs ached from his rough thrusts, my pussy still throbbing with the echo of his cock stretching me wide just minutes ago.
Back in the crowded living room, Catherine spotted me immediately, her eyes narrowing as she handed me a fresh drink.
"Where'd you disappear to, Gabby? You look... flushed." I forced a laugh, sipping the cool liquid to steady myself. "Just needed some air. This party's intense."
She bought it, pulling me into a dance, but my gaze kept drifting to Jade across the room. He lounged against the bar, chatting with guests, his eyes locking onto mine with a predatory glint that made my core clench.
The night blurred on more drinks, grinding bodies on the makeshift dance floor, Catherine's arm slung around my shoulders as she ranted about her latest crush and how they were flowing.
But every brush of fabric against my sensitive nipples, every sway of my hips, reminded me of him of how he'd pinned me to the bed, his thick shaft pounding into me relentlessly, grunting as he filled me with his hot cum. I squeezed my legs together, the slickness between them growing anew.
Hours ticked by, the crowd thinning as people stumbled out or crashed on couches. Catherine finally yawned, declaring it bedtime.
"You crashing here, right?" she asked, already tipsy and oblivious. I nodded, my heart hammering. "Yeah, as promised wouldn't miss it." She hugged me goodnight and vanished upstairs, leaving me alone in the dimming lights.
That's when I slipped away, weaving through the remnants of the party toward the kitchen where I'd last seen him.
The door creaked open, and there he was Jade, pouring himself a nightcap, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal the hard planes of his chest. He turned, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Knew you'd come."
Before I could speak, he crossed the room in two strides, backing me against the counter. His mouth crashed onto mine, tongue invading with the taste of whiskey and dominance.
I moaned into the kiss, my hands fisting his shirt as he ground his hardening cock against my belly. "Been thinking about this all night," he growled, nipping my earlobe. "About bending you over and fucking you senseless again."
He spun me around, hiking up my dress with urgent hands. Cool air hit my bare ass I hadn't bothered with panties after the bedroom romp and his palm cracked against one cheek, the sting making me gasp.
"Spread your legs," he ordered, and I obeyed, arching back as his fingers delved between my thighs. He found me soaked, circling my clit before plunging two digits deep into my dripping pussy.
"So ready for me. You want my cock, don't you? Want me to rail this tight little hole until you scream."
"Yes," I whimpered, pushing back onto his hand. He chuckled darkly, withdrawing to free his throbbing length. The head nudged my entrance, teasing, before he slammed home in one brutal thrust.
I cried out, gripping the counter as he set a punishing rhythm, his hips snapping against my ass with wet, obscene slaps. Each drive stretched me, his girth hitting that spot inside that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
Jade's hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back so he could claim my mouth again, swallowing my moans.
His other arm banded around my waist, fingers pinching my nipple through the thin fabric.
"That's it, take it all. Your pussy's gripping me like a vice milking my dick for every drop."Sweat slicked our bodies, the kitchen filling with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh, my juices coating his balls as they smacked against me.
He shifted, angling deeper, and I shattered orgasm ripping through me like fire, walls convulsing around his pistoning cock.
He didn't stop, fucking me through it, his breaths ragged. "Fuck, Gabriella, you're gonna make me cum." With a final, savage thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, flooding my pussy with thick ropes of semen.
We slumped together, panting, his forehead pressed to my shoulder.
After a moment, he pulled out, watching his seed trickle down my thighs with a satisfied smirk. "Go clean up," he murmured, tucking himself away.
"But remember this party's just getting started." My legs trembled as I straightened, the promise in his eyes igniting a dangerous hunger.
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8.1
"I don't share my women, Adele. Breeder or not. Go on your knees." He instructed, his hands going to unbuckle his trousers.
My heart burned with hatred as I clutched the knife behind me. "Of course, Alpha Loic. I was wondering... If you were to choose between a quick death and a slow one, which would you choose?"
I smiled brightly. He was taken aback for a moment. Then his face twisted in anger. "Have you forgotten your place so soon, Omega? Go down on your fucking knees."
"Omega? Aww. Adele would be so hurt. Tonight, I'll pronounce your death. The Alpha of the Vanguard pack, killed by fire. Touchè." I snapped my hands, and fire sprang up from all corners, encircling the room, with us in it.
"Y-you are not Adele. Who are you?" His eyes widened.
...
The Demon Queen, a name that struck terror in the minds of mortals and werewolves alike. Who'd have thought she'd meet her end during one of her adventures at a nightclub?
After being struck dead by the Alpha of her most hated race, Ophelie returns in the body of a wolf-less girl with only one mission in mind. To kill her murderer.
But sometimes, things never go as planned. When love is thrown in the mix, Ophelie finds herself and her previous plans swaying.
Refusing to kill Loic is to lose herself and her powers. What would she choose?
8.6
"What do you think people would say if they found out you don't have a dick?" Christian asked, his voice low and dripping with seduction. His hand pressed firmly against my crotch, fingers exploring the flat, unfamiliar emptiness there. A devilish smirk curved his lips. "Or if they discovered these voluptuous breasts you've been hiding so well?"
A strangled moan slipped from my throat as his hand slid under my shirt, his fingers brushing over my hardened nipples, teasing them with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Which do you think they'd call you?" he murmured, eyes gleaming. "A boy with tits... or a dickless little fraud?"
I stared into his hungry blue eyes, words failing me.
"The term you're looking for is 'girl,'" came Xavier's smooth voice from the bathroom doorway. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click, his gaze raking over me with open interest. "So tell me, little girl... what the hell is someone like you doing in an all-boys dorm?"
Christian's smirk widened. "She wants to be devoured by boys like us." His fingers gave my nipple one last firm pinch before he leaned in closer, breath hot against my ear. "And I'll be more than happy to give her a taste."
8.6
Chosen Wolf
8.6
Danni's world shatters the day her father dies. Her mother has become a hollow shell of who she once was, and Danni is left to pick up the pieces alone. Every day feels like a battle just to breathe, to move, to find something resembling normal. Then her ex shows up - stirring old wounds and turning her already broken life into chaos. As if that weren't enough, the people she trusted most begin acting... strange. Secrets twist around her like shadows, and nothing feels real anymore. And that's when he appears - the mysterious stranger who keeps showing up just in time to save her. There's something familiar about him, something that tugs at her soul. But the more she dreams of the haunting white wolf that stalks her nights, the more she wonders if her mind is unraveling... or if something far darker is calling to her.
8.6
I was the untouchable Mafia Queen, but my reign ended in the blood-soaked depths of a damp dungeon.
My half-sister, Kelsey, drove a rusted, sharpened spoon into my chest, screaming about the unfairness of fate.
In my past life, my father sold me to the ruthless Don Dante Blackwell as collateral to pay off his debts.
To survive, I took a black-market fertility drug, birthed his heir, and clawed my way to the throne through sheer ruthlessness.
But in the mafia world, a pregnant woman isn't a queen; she's a walking target.
I survived countless bombings and poisonings, only to be betrayed and slaughtered by my own family.
Until my last breath, I couldn't understand. I had sacrificed everything to secure our survival in the empire. Why did my blood and tears only earn me a rusted spoon to the heart?
Opening my eyes again, I am seventeen, sitting in my father's drawing room.
Two black velvet boxes sit on the mahogany table.
Kelsey greedily snatches the box containing the fertility drug, her eyes gleaming with feverish triumph.
"I'll take this one, Papa."
She thinks she is stealing my golden ticket to the crown, completely unaware that she just chose a death sentence.
I lower my gaze, letting my eyelashes mask the cold, lethal amusement pooling in my eyes as I take the remaining box.
Inside is the detailed psychological profile of the Don's dead fiancée.
This time, I won't be a breeding mare fighting off assassins. I will dissect the devil himself.
7.3
Jolene flies to Italy broke and desperate for a PA job. She walks into the wrong room and finds a man naked in the shower. She can't stop staring. He notices.
The interview is brutal. Two men, Marco and Enzo, tear her apart, humiliate her, and dismiss her. She thinks she failed.
Then Enzo gets in the car. It was all a test. They wanted to see if she'd break. She didn't. The job is hers.
But they don't want a normal assistant. They want control. They touch her when they want, stand too close, give orders that cross every line.
On her first night, Marco tells her to take off her blouse.
Jolene has to choose: obey or walk away with nothing.
The problem? Part of her doesn't want to leave.
8.2
My brother, at the whim of his new girlfriend, fired our entire security team, leaving my mother and me alone in our isolated lake house. I had a premonition of a violent attack, but he just laughed and called me a drama queen.
That night, my vision came true. Intruders stormed our home, and my mother took a crowbar to the chest to save my life.
I escaped through the blizzard, bleeding and desperate, to my fiancé Cristofer' s cabin. He met me with a cold smirk.
"Broderick warned me you'd pull a stunt like this."
He accused me of faking it all for attention, then beat me until I tasted blood, leaving me on the floor.
My brother and the man I was supposed to marry had branded me a liar while my mother was dying. They had chosen to believe a fantasy over my reality.
But as I lay there, broken, Cristofer's phone rang. It was the sheriff, confirming a 911 call about a home invasion and a critically wounded victim at our address.
Their world of lies was about to come crashing down.