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.
Chapters
Share
Chapter 5
Jade's words hung in the air like a threat, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. But even spent, his cock twitched against my thigh, already half hard again.
He rolled toward me, eyes gleaming with that predatory fire. "On your knees," he ordered, voice rough from exertion.
I whimpered, body limp and overstimulated, but obeyed, sliding off the bed to kneel between his legs.
His hand tangled in my hair, guiding my face down to his cum-smeared dick, still glistening with our mixed fluids.
"Clean me up properly this time." He pressed the head against my lips, and I parted them, tongue darting out to lap at the salty remnants.
The taste of his cum and my own juices flooded my mouth thick, bitter as I swirled around the crown, sucking gently to draw out the last drops.
He groaned, hips bucking slightly, forcing more into my mouth. I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deeper, lips stretching around his thickening shaft.
My jaw ached from the earlier, but I bobbed my head, slurping noisily, saliva mixing with the mess as I worked him back to full hardness.
His fingers tightened in my hair, controlling the pace, shoving me down until my nose brushed his pubes and I gagged, throat convulsing around him.
"Good slut," he muttered, holding me there a moment longer before pulling me off with a wet pop.
Strings of spit connected my lips to his now rigid cock, veined and pulsing. He hauled me up roughly, tossing me back onto the bed on my stomach.
"Ass up. I'm not finished wrecking this pussy." I scrambled into position, knees spread wide, face buried in the pillow to muffle my cries.
My inner thighs were slick, pussy lips puffy and raw, but the emptiness ached for him despite the soreness.
He mounted me from behind, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise as he lined up and slammed in without warning.
The stretch burned, his girth forcing my walls apart anew, and I yelped into the fabric. "Fuck, you're still so tight," he growled, setting a brutal rhythm right away faster, deeper than before, each thrust jolting my body forward.
His balls smacked against my clit with punishing slaps, sending sparks of unwanted pleasure through the pain.
I clawed at the sheets, ass pushing back instinctively even as tears welled up. "Jade... please... it's too rough... I can't take more..."
He laughed, a dark rumble, and spanked my ass cheek sharply, the sting making me clench around him.
"Beg all you want. Makes it hotter." He leaned over me, chest pressing my back down, one arm pinning my shoulders while the other snaked under to pinch my nipple hard.
His hips pistoned relentlessly, cock dragging along my g-spot with every plunge, building that treacherous coil in my belly again.
I sobbed, pleas tumbling out "Stop... Jade... too deep..." but my pussy betrayed me, gushing around him, soaking his length as another orgasm ripped through me unbidden.
The door creaked then, a soft sound that cut through the haze. Footsteps slow, shuffling in the hallway.
My heart seized, eyes flying wide. Catherine. Sleepwalking again; she'd done it before at sleepovers, wandering the house in a daze.
Jade froze mid thrust, buried to the hilt inside me, his hand clamping over my mouth. "Shh," he hissed, breath hot on my neck. We both held still, my pulse thundering as the knob turned slowly.
The door inched open, and there she was Catherine, eyes glassy and unfocused, nightshirt rumpled, murmuring something incoherent about the movie.
She stepped inside, bare feet padding on the carpet, just a few feet from the bed. Jade's cock throbbed inside me, the vibration making me quiver, but I bit my lip bloody to stay silent.
She paused, head tilting as if sensing something, her gaze drifting toward the rumpled sheets where my dress lay discarded.
"Go back to bed," Jade whispered from behind me, voice barely audible, but she didn't react, shuffling closer.
Panic clawed at me if she saw us like this, ass up, him buried in me... it would destroy everything.
I squeezed my eyes shut, praying, as she reached the foot of the bed, hand brushing the blanket on the floor.
Then, miraculously, she turned, mumbling, and wandered back out, door clicking shut behind her.
Jade exhaled sharply, resuming his thrusts with renewed fury, harder now, as if the close call fueled him.
"That was close," he grunted, pounding into me savagely, my body rocking with the force. "But fuck, it almost made me cum right there."
I could only whimper, begging brokenly as he chased his release, the risk amplifying every sensation until he finally buried deep and flooded me again, hot spurts painting my insides while I shattered around him one last time, vision spotting from the intensity.
He pulled out with a slick sound, cum dribbling down my thighs as he collapsed back. I curled into a ball, trembling, body a wreck of aches and aftershocks. How many more near misses could we survive before luck ran out?.
You may also like
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.