Forbidden Desires (short erotical stories)
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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 6
The bell rang through the crowded hallways of Westridge High, signaling the end of first period.
Emily clutched her backpack straps tightly, her heart pounding as she navigated the sea of students.
She was the new girl, transferred in mid-semester from a small town halfway across the state.
At 18, with long auburn hair cascading down her back and a slender figure hugged by her uniform skirt and blouse, she felt every eye on her. But none burned hotter than the gaze from the corner locker.
Jax leaned against the cold metal, arms crossed over his broad chest, his leather jacket straining against his muscled frame.
The school's resident bully, 19 and built like a linebacker, he ruled these halls with fists and smirks.
Girls whispered about his rough hands and the rumors of what he did in the empty classrooms after hours.
But today, something shifted. Emily's wide green eyes and the way her skirt swished against her thighs as she walked past him it hit him like a punch to the gut.
Attraction, raw and immediate, twisted in his core. He wanted her. Not just to mess with, but to claim.
"Hey, fresh meat," Jax called out, his voice low and gravelly, stepping into her path. The hallway noise faded as students parted like the Red Sea.
Emily froze, looking up at him with a mix of fear and curiosity. He towered over her, his dark hair tousled, a scar on his jaw adding to his dangerous edge.
"I-I'm just trying to get to class," she stammered, her cheeks flushing pink.
Jax smirked, closing the distance until she could smell his cologne mixed with the faint scent of sweat.
He reached out, his fingers brushing her arm, sending a shiver through her. "Class can wait. What's your name, sweetheart?"
"Emily,"she whispered, unable to pull away. His touch lingered, thumb tracing a slow circle on her skin.
"Emily," he repeated, like he was tasting the word. "You're gonna be fun." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear.
"Stick around after school. The bleachers behind the gym. Don't make me come find you."
She nodded, breathless, as he finally stepped back, his eyes raking over her body one last time before he sauntered off.
The rest of the day blurred for Emily notes she couldn't focus on, whispers from classmates warning her about Jax's reputation.
But deep down, a forbidden thrill stirred. What would he do if she showed up?
After the final bell, the sun dipped low, casting long shadows over the football field. Emily hesitated at the edge of the bleachers, her pulse racing.
Footsteps crunched behind her, and there he was Jax, jacket slung over his shoulder, shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal the tattoos snaking across his chest.
"You came," he said, approval in his tone as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the shadowed underside of the stands.
The metal framework creaked above them, hiding them from view.
"I... I don't know why," Emily admitted, but her body betrayed her, leaning into his heat.
Jax didn't waste words. His free hand cupped her face, tilting it up as his lips crashed down on hers.
The kiss was rough, demanding his tongue pushing past her lips, exploring her mouth with hungry strokes.
She gasped into it, her hands fisting his shirt. He pressed her back against a support beam, his body pinning hers, the hard bulge in his jeans grinding against her hip.
"Fuck, you taste good," he growled, breaking the kiss to trail his mouth down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin.
His hands roamed, sliding under her blouse to palm her breasts through her bra. Emily arched, a soft moan escaping as he pinched her nipples, rolling them until they hardened under his touch.
"Jax..." she breathed, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
He yanked her skirt up, bunching it around her waist, his calloused palm sliding between her thighs.
She was already wet, her panties damp as he rubbed her through the fabric. "Soaked for me already? Good girl." He hooked his fingers in the waistband and tugged them down, exposing her to the cool evening air.
Emily's legs trembled as he dropped to his knees, his strong hands spreading her thighs. Without hesitation, he buried his face between them, his tongue lapping at her folds.
She cried out, gripping his hair as he sucked on her clit, flicking it with precise, teasing strokes. His fingers joined in, two plunging deep into her wetness, curling to hit that spot that made her knees buckle.
"Oh god, yes," she whimpered, her hips bucking against his mouth. Jax devoured her, slurping noisily, his stubble scraping her inner thighs. He added a third finger, stretching her, pumping in and out while his tongue worked her relentlessly.
She came hard, her walls clenching around his fingers, juices coating his chin as she shuddered and moaned his name.
Jax stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes dark with lust. He unzipped his jeans, freeing his thick cock veined and throbbing, pre-cum beading at the tip.
"On your knees," he ordered, voice rough. Emily sank down, the gravel biting into her skin, but she didn't care.
She wrapped her hand around his shaft, stroking the hot length before leaning in to lick the head. Salty pre-cum hit her tongue as she took him into her mouth, sucking greedily.
Jax groaned, his hand tangling in her hair, guiding her as she bobbed her head, taking him deeper until he hit the back of her throat.
"That's it, suck my cock like you mean it," he grunted, thrusting shallowly. She gagged a little but kept going, hollowing her cheeks, her free hand cupping his balls and massaging them.
He pulled her off with a pop, hauling her up and spinning her around. "Bend over," he commanded, pushing her forward until her hands braced against the beam.
Jax kicked her legs apart, lining up his cock with her dripping entrance. In one swift thrust, he buried himself inside her, stretching her pussy wide.
Emily screamed in pleasure, the fullness overwhelming as he started pounding into her. His hips slapped against her ass, each drive hard and deep, his balls smacking her clit.
"Tight, all mine," he rasped, one hand gripping her hip, the other reaching around to rub her swollen nub.
She pushed back, meeting his thrusts, her body on fire. "Harder, Jax....fuck me harder!"
He obliged, slamming into her with brutal force, the bleachers shaking with their rhythm. Sweat slicked their skin, mixing with her arousal as he chased his release.
"Gonna fill you up," he warned, his pace faltering.
"Yes, cum inside me!" she begged, clenching around him.
With a roar, Jax exploded, hot spurts of cum flooding her pussy. The sensation tipped her over again, her orgasm ripping through her as she milked every drop from him.
They collapsed against the beam, panting, his cock still twitching inside her. Jax kissed her shoulder, a rare softness in his voice. "You're not getting away from me now, Emily."
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"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.
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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.