HOUSE OF TABOOS(erotica shorts) Chapter 1
While he was in high school, Luke discovered that church was a great place to meet girls. He was surprised at how easy it was to get these innocent, teenaged church girls in bed. In three years he went out with several and they were usually having sex with him by the end of the second date. Now he was in college and met a lot of hot coeds, but churches were still his favorite place to meet women.
The church he was attending was in the college town where he went to school. During the first semester he dated three girls he met at that church and had sex with all of them. Gossip spread to the other women in the church that he had a big cock and knew how to use it. He started to quietly get a lot of attention from women in the church and community. They weren't just high school or college girls either. Women in their late twenties and early thirties were flirting with him and some of them were even married. The more women he fucked the more his reputation as a great lover grew. Luke had all of the pussy he could handle.
The church hired a new pastor and on Sunday after church the ladies of the congregation had a big dinner to welcome him and his wife. When Luke was introduced to them, he immediately got hard when he met the pastor's wife. Angela was almost as tall as he was, her face striking rather than beautiful with high cheek bones, smooth skin and a firm jaw. She had deep blue sparkling eyes that seemed full of happiness. Her face and personality were those of someone who makes you smile and think you'd like to know them better. Her shoulder-length hair fluttered in the breeze as she shook his hand. She was wearing a loose grey skirt that swirled around her hips as she walked.
There was no way the loose skirt could completely disguise the firm curves of her ass. Her blouse was a white, women's dress shirt with the cuffs unbuttoned and slightly rolled back to expose her forearms. The shirt wasn't tight, but the size and shape of her breasts forced the fabric to stand out in front of her and drew unwanted attention to their fullness as they bounced slightly with each step she took. When his eyes rose back to her face he saw her full lips looked as if their main purpose in life was to be wrapped around a cock, even though he doubted they had ever touched one. She smiled and her cheeks curved into dimples as her hand lifted to remove a strand of hair that had blown into the corner of her mouth. The men were stealing discrete looks at her, but she was used to that and pretended not to notice. Luke had never been so instantly attracted to a woman, but she was married to the new pastor. He knew he didn't have a chance with her. Angela probably believed adultery was a mortal sin and would never cheat on her husband.
After the dinner, Angela and her husband returned to their new home at the parsonage. When he went into his office she came up behind him and encircled his waist with her arms. Her hands slid sensually over his belly while she kissed the side of his neck.
Her breath flowed warmly over his ear as she whispered, "Let's initiate our new bedroom."
He shrugged out of her embrace. "Not now Angela. I have to write next Sunday's sermon."
Angela wasn't willing to give up yet. They hadn't made love in over a month. She stepped close and embraced him as she looked up into his eyes. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she begged, "You have all week to work on that. Please Honey, make love to me."
He put his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her away. "Maybe later. I want to work right now." Turning away from her he sat down behind his desk and opened his computer. Tears filled her eyes as he dismissed her needs again. Slowly she turned away and left the room.
Angela's sex life with her first husband was active and fulfilling. He seemed as if he couldn't get enough of her. The only thing that kept them from being completely happy was their lack of children. They started trying after being married a year, but without success. They went to a doctor and were devastated to find out that her husband was sterile. They were applying to adopt a child when Angela's life was shattered. Her husband was killed in a car accident.
It took a couple of years, but Angela started getting her life back together. She wasn't dating again, but she was open to that if they right man came along. Angela's best friend was very religious and convinced her to come to church with her. When she met the pastor there, she was immediately smitten. Bob was in his early thirties, handsome and had charisma. He was also attracted to her. They started dating and a year later they got married.
Bob was a passionate presence in the pulpit, but he never brought any of it to their bed. He believed that sex should only occur between a husband and wife and insisted on waiting until they were married to have sex. On their wedding night they consummated their marriage and for a few months he gave in to his new wife's desires and had sex with her a couple of times a week. Angela had a strong sex life with her first husband and enjoyed orgasms regularly, but she quickly discovered that wouldn't be happening with Bob. For him, sex was just his duty as a husband and a part of marriage. His idea of making love was to always use the missionary position and he only focused on himself. He would put his cock inside her and pump for a couple of minutes until he ejaculated. After he reached
orgasm, he would roll over and go to sleep. Angela was always left totally unsatisfied. She tried to introduce him to other positions and oral sex, but he thought they were sinful. To get any sexual relief Angela finally resigned herself to going into another room as he slept and masturbating herself to orgasm. Now they had been married for ten years and hadn't had sex in seven months. He never seemed to notice anything she did to make herself more attractive for him and she decided that to do it for him, the effort would not be worth it. Since he had never shown much interest in sex, Angela was sure he wasn't cheating on her, but she knew she needed more.
Women in church gossip as much or even more than other women. It wasn't long before Angela started to hear rumors about Luke's big cock and his sexual skills. His ability to drive women to orgasms that were so hard, deep and long, every woman he had ever been with wanted more. Just hearing about how amazing the sex was with him made her tremble with desire. She kept telling herself that not only was she married, but her husband was the pastor and she must resist temptations of the flesh, but every time she saw Luke her nipples hardened and her labia swelled with a primal hunger that had gone unsatisfied for too long.
Tuesday was Bob's birthday and Angela was desperate for attention from him. She knew how sexy lingerie affected most men and she decided to give it a try. She went to a mall in a neighboring town and bought a set that she thought would set any man's libido on fire.
She made her husband his favorite lunch for his birthday. As he ate she went into their bedroom and put on the lingerie. Covering it with her robe she came into the dining room just as he was finishing his lunch.
"Honey I have a special surprise dessert for you." Opening her robe she let it slide to the floor. Striking a sexy pose she smiled and said, "Happy Birthday!"
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HOUSE OF TABOOS(erotica shorts) of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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7.3
I found out my husband of three years had cheated on me and his mistress is the one who told me-because he didn't have the balls to do it himself.
I move out and get a new apartment, a job as a bartender, and try to move on with a broken heart. I wonder where it all went wrong, if I hadn't been enough for him, if I'd been stupid for marrying him in the first place.
I'm at work one night when he walks inside-the most beautiful man I've ever seen. He sits at the bar and a forest fire burns between us. I was depressed the moment before he entered, but the second I look at his blue eyes, I forget the dumpster fire that my life has become. I invite him back to my place and it's the most passionate night of my life. I expect to never see him again.
I just want him as an anti-depressant-but he wants me all to himself. I just got my heart ripped out of my chest so I want something easy and no-strings-attached, but he wants all the strings because he's hooked.
I don't get much of a say in the matter, and that's not surprising when I learn why-because he's the Butcher. The crime lord of all crime lords, the boss that overshadows all of Paris, that makes everyone abide by his rules-or pay.
And now I'm his.

9.3
Content: (Warning! + 18 Sexual elements, Alpha Wolf, Witch, Cursed Love, Small Town, Young Wolf, War, Age Gap, Passion, Consensual Fantasy, Psychological Elements, Strong Female Lead, Drama, Romance)
Bound by blood, sealed by magic. You have finally come, Rose's daughter...
Eva Rose is the last and most powerful heir of a sacred witch bloodline.
Kael is a cursed Crimson Alpha King.
Centuries ago, on the night they discovered they were fated mates and were about to be married, their enemies attacked to destroy them both. To save Kael, Eva made a desperate choice , she trapped him in a magical sleep for 200 years. The price was her own life.
But their love was so powerful that Eva did not truly die , she was reborn. Through her own bloodline, she returned to the world as the same woman, with the same soul, the same heart.
Now, who is friend and who is enemy? And why does this man feel so strangely familiar? How can you escape someone who even visits your dreams?. 📌📚🔥

8.4
Palermo does not forgive.
Neither does it forget.
When Guerrero Valenti, the feared leader of the Vikings, vanished, the city exhaled a dangerous calm-but only for a moment. In the shadows, enemies waited. Rivals sharpened their knives. And one woman bore a secret that could ignite every street in the city.
Lucia Romano carried the child of a man who had disappeared into legend and rumor. A son who had not been claimed, not protected, not named.
The city whispered of him with venom: the bastard of the Vikings.
The boy was fragile, but he was a storm waiting to erupt. And every night, Palermo tested him. Masked men tried to snatch him from his crib. Fire, steel, and blood became his lullabies. Yet he survived. Every threat only sharpened his instincts, every scream hardened his mother's resolve.
But whispers spread faster than steel through the night-rumors of a man returning. A shadow that would claim everything, sparking fear in every heart:
Guerrero Valenti.
The father who abandoned him.
The legend whose name alone commands obedience.
The storm that will rise, carrying vengeance, blood, and fire.
And when he comes,
Every man who dared call the bastard his enemy will fall.
Every street, every roof, every whispered corner will bow to the son of Guerrero Valenti or be washed in blood.
This is the story of survival.
Of fire and steel.
Of a mother and her son.
Of a father's return.
Even the earth is getting ready to absorb blood ... the blood of those who call the legitimate son of the Vikings a "BASTARD", and collect necks........the necks of those fallen by the sword of GUERRERO VALANTI.
And upon his return Heads will bow to the one they called a BASTARD .

8.3
I was the long-lost Donovan heiress, finally brought home after a childhood in foster care. My parents adored me, my husband cherished me, and the woman who tried to ruin my life, Kiera Reese, was locked away in a mental facility. I was safe. I was loved.
On my birthday, I decided to surprise my husband, Ivan, at his office. But he wasn't there.
I found him at a private art gallery across town. He was with Kiera.
She wasn't in a facility. She was radiant, laughing as she stood beside my husband and their five-year-old son. I watched through the glass as Ivan kissed her, a familiar, loving gesture he’d used with me just that morning.
I crept closer and overheard them. My birthday wish to go to the amusement park had been denied because he’d already promised the entire park to their son—whose birthday was the same day as mine.
"She’s so grateful to have a family, she’d believe anything we tell her," Ivan said, his voice laced with a cruelty that stole my breath. "It's almost sad."
My entire reality—my loving parents who funded this secret life, my devoted husband—was a five-year lie. I was just the fool they kept on stage.
My phone buzzed. It was a text from Ivan, sent while he stood with his real family.
"Just got out of the meeting. So exhausting. I miss you."
The casual lie was the final blow. They thought I was a pathetic, grateful orphan they could control.
They were about to find out just how wrong they were.

9.3
He is power, control, and consequence.
She is everything he never planned for.
Lucien Blackwell rules his world through silence and precision, dismantling threats before they speak his name. When betrayal from his own family forces him to tighten his grip, the last thing he expects is her-a florist whose calm presence unsettles him more than any enemy ever has.
As unseen eyes close in and his shadow stretches across her life, she refuses to be protected through ignorance or distance. Instead, she chooses awareness, agency, and a place beside the danger.
Because some things don't survive darkness.
They bloom within it.
Blooming Under His Shadow is a slow-burn romantic suspense about power, choice, and the risk of loving a man whose world was never built for light.

9.1
He postponed putting my name on the deed 18 times.
Each time, his mentee Ciera had an “emergency.” Each time, he ran to her.
I watched him give her his prized Montblanc pen—the one he wouldn’t even let me borrow. I saw her post their late nights on Instagram. I ate anniversary dinners alone while he “mentored” her.
Then he bought me a necklace—identical to the one she just flaunted online.
That was when I stopped feeling anything.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t fight. I simply packed two suitcases, resigned from our firm, and booked a one-way ticket to London.
He thinks I’m coming back in a week.
He has no idea I’m gone for good.
Nineteen broken promises. One silent goodbye. And a new life waiting across the ocean.








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