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A collection of short, steamy tales that explore the thrill of forbidden desire and irresistible passion. From secret encounters to unexpected connections, each story takes you on a seductive journey where limits are pushed, and fantasies come to life.
Nicholas had never felt more uncomfortable around family before, it was their yearly Christmas celebration, he wasn't even one to be around family or attend family events.
Because none of his relatives were impressed by his charms, he was successful and doing well at his job but none of his family seemed to care about his success, mostly because he was the son of his father's second wife, and he was beginning to lose patience.
But he endured them for one reason only, Auntie Rose. Rose had always been mysterious, never revealing much about herself. She had stayed abroad most of her life, and she was in her mid-40s without a husband.
She had short blonde hair, piercing green eyes. She wore a tight fitting dress that showed off her curves, and Nicholas couldn't help but get turned on.
As he watched her laugh with his distant cousins, he could feel a bulge growing in his pants, he couldn't help but fantasize about her. The moment she caught his eyes from across the room, he quickly looked away and approached the bathroom.
"Nicholas, darling!..." Rose said, as she cornered him before he went into the bathroom "I haven't seen you in ages"
"Yeah, it's been a while," He replied, as his heart pounded. He had remembered how his body reacted whenever she was around, but she was his dad's sister.
"You've grown up to be quite a sexy man," she said slyly, as she pressed herself against him.
Nicholas's instincts were tugging at him, reminding him that what they were doing was wrong, but he couldn't help the arousal coursing through him, how his cock bulged in his pants.
"Auntie Rose, this is so wrong," Nicolas groaned.
"I know," she whispered in his ear as she slowly pushed him back into the bathroom, her upper teeth bit her lower lip seductively while her eyes took glances at his crotch at intervals.
She turned and bolted the door behind them, before she turned back to him and where he froze, fighting the temptation that approached him, and his own desire not to fuck her to tears.
Rose's hands went down to grab his crotch, and he struggled to keep his moans in check, he felt his whole muscle tense up.
He couldn't believe what he was doing, but the lust that radiated between them was too strong to resist, she kept pressing herself against him while she rubbed his cock.
Her lips were on his neck now, and her hands roamed over his body, he could feel the fullness of her breasts as they juggled softly whenever she brought them closer to his chest, he imagined how he would squeeze them, bury his face in them, and tug at her nipples like a baby that craved warm milk,
"Stop," Nicholas pulled away, "We can't do this, auntie rose"
"Why not?" she asked, and looked up at him with those piercing green eyes. "We're both adults here, aren't we? Nick" she licked his earlobe.
"W-we're family," Nicholas affirmed, in case she was forgetting, but she didn't seem to care, his words weren't getting through to her.
"So what if we are? We're just two consenting adults here, or...are you not man enough?" she teased
"I want you to bend me over and fuck me like a whore," Rose whispered seductively in his ear. "Or is that wrong too?"
Nicholas hesitated for a moment, still feeling guilty about what they were doing. But then he couldn't fight the temptation anymore, a man could only resist what he had been craving for so long.
"Fuck this" He huffed, and flipped their positions so that now he was pressing her against the wall. He lifted one of her legs and she wrapped it around his waist, and then his hands worked their way into her fold, that was wet and already need for him.
He inserted two fingers inside of her that he could hear the squishy sound her pussy made from all the horny juices that leaked from her, he began to torture her relentlessly as his hands pumped in and out of her.
"Ugh, Nicky, Fuckk" she gasped, "You're so fucking good at this..."
He felt a smirk creep up the corner of his lips as he worked his way through her, while she writhes beneath him.
"You're mine," Rose whispered, as she looked up at him with lust-filled eyes. "You've always been..."
Has he though? Nicholas couldn't even bring himself to understand how they got in this position, he thought he had always been a good boy, although he never broke any rules or caused any trouble.
But all that went out the window the moment he started fucking his aunt in his mind, till it became real life. it wasn't like he saw her often, but when she came around, the way she talked, the way her eyes stared seductively at him just drew him more into her, but he never felt like she would have wanted him this much.
He could feel his cock grow harder and harder as he continued to pump his fingers into her, increasing the pace, as her body contorted into different form with pleasure.
"You like that, don't you?" Nicholas asked, his voice was low, rough and dangerous.
"Fuck! Yes," she moaned, and bit down on her lips more.
"Now it's your turn, Nicky. But first..." she trailed a finger down his chest and paused at the waistband of his pants.
"Let me help you feel better,"
He groaned, and watched as she knelt before him, her hands fumbled with the button of his trousers.
The anticipation was killing him, and she finally freed his arching big erection.
"Your cock is so beautiful, I want you to spray me with it." she purred, and wrapped her lips around the tips of his cock before she took him deep into her mouth.
He shuddered, and gripped her hair.
Her tongue swirled around him, making sucking as her head bopped up her down while she sucked on his big dick.
"Ah...Auntie.. gosh you're such a cunt" he panted, and bucked his hips voluntarily, shoving his dick more into her mouth, till he could feel it touching the back of her throat, he could see her face go red while she choked on his cock.
Soon as he was about to reach his orgasm, she pulled back,
"I want you inside me...cum inside me. feel me with your stick semen, I want to hear my cheeks clapping while you fill me up."
He nodded sharply, "Anything for you, Auntie.."
He turned her around and pulled her panties down aggressively. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back against him, feeling the heat of her wetness against his cock.
But she sensed his hesitation and could tell he was still struggling with his feelings
"What's wrong, you won't back out now would you? Scared you'll like it too much?" she taunted, and arched her back while she waited for his thrust
Nicholas didn't hesitate any longer, and grabbed her hair then pulled her head back.
"Shut up and take it" he muttered through gritted teeth.
He positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her with the tip of his cock. She writhed; her hands dragged his waist closer as she begged him to enter her
"Please, Nick...take me whole."
He thrust into her aggressively without warning, and filled her up with his deep and hard cock,
"Ahhmmmm..." she could feel her eyes roll to the back of her head at the sensation of his rough hands on her skin, like she was being claimed by him in a predatory or feral way.
"Fuck, your middle aged pussy feels so good" he grunted, his thrust became faster and faster, almost erratic as he had lost control.
"Faster, Nicky...Give it to me faster, cum inside me let me feel you" she matched his pace, her hips rolled, her boobs jiggled while he fired her from behind, and kneaded her butt aggressively.
He pounded into her relentlessly, each thrust brought both of them closer to the edge.
"Fill me up...cum inside me with your big cock!" she cried out.
And then, with one powerful thrust, he ejaculated, filling her up with his hot, sticky cum. His release washed over him like a tidal wave,
"Nickkyy" she screamed his name, as cum rushed down her legs, while she fell apart beneath him. they both crashed against the cold tile of the bathroom wall, gasping for breath, not minding that this was a taboo but wishing they could do it again.
"I want a divorce, Anna." Those four words shattered Anna's world. For years, she had poured her heart and soul into her marriage, ignoring the lipstick stains on Ethan's collar and the scent of another woman's perfume on his skin. She believed love was worth fighting for-even if it meant turning a blind eye to the truth. But Ethan wasn't interested in saving their marriage. With cold indifference, he handed her divorce papers and walked out of her life. Left with nothing but a broken heart, Anna vowed to rebuild her life. And she did. From the ashes of her failed marriage, she rose-stronger, independent, and wildly successful. But just when she thought she had moved on, Ethan came back. Not with apologies or regret, but with a vow to destroy everything she had worked for. As Anna fights to protect the new life she's built, Will she let Ethan tear her down again, or will she show him that this time, she's not the same woman who begged him to stay?
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
Desperate to handle her grandmother's towering medical bills, Gianna agreed to a contract marriage with Tristan, the enigmatic man she'd once shared a one-night stand with. She assumed they'd fulfill each other's needs and dissolve the arrangement once the terms expired. Unbeknownst to Gianna, this marriage was a dream Tristan had clung to for ten relentless years. Certain she was just filling someone else's role, Gianna prepared to leave when that other woman returned. But Tristan, his eyes burning with unspoken emotion, seized her trembling hand and declared, "You’re mine. Now and always."
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."