All Chapters of Forbidden Desire: A Collection Of Short Erotica Stories : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Clara's povI knew I was a bitch for even thinking about it. But here I am, standing in the middle of this crowded apartment, the bass from the speakers thumping through my chest like a guilty heartbeat. My white cocktail dress clings to my curves, the fabric damp with sweat and anticipation.On my finger, the engagement ring Ryan gave me six months ago feels heavier than ever—a constant reminder of the promise I'm about to break.But I can't help it. I need this.Ryan is perfect. He's sweet, attentive, devoted. But he doesn't know what I fantasize about when he's fucking me missionary in the dark. He doesn't know that my mind wanders to thick, dark cocks stretching me open, to rough hands gripping my hips, to the primal grunt of a man who fucks like he owns me.I've never had one before. Not once. And the idea of walking down that aisle without ever knowing what it feels like to be split apart by a big black cock, it's driving me insane.So I made a choice. This party was supposed to

Sophia's povI sat on the edge of my bed, wearing nothing but a sheer, silk nightgown that clung to my curves, the fabric barely concealing my nipples which were already hard, peaking against the material. Christmas Eve. For most mothers, this night was about cookies, wrapping paper, and the innocent joy of their children. But as I looked at the glittering tree in the living room through the cracked door, all I could think about was the filth swirling in my mind.I had a wish this year. A nasty, forbidden, soul-consuming wish. I wanted Noah.It had started months ago, an accident. I had walked into the bathroom without knocking, and there he was. My son. He was standing there, completely naked, droplets of water clinging to his lean, athletic frame. I had frozen, my breath catching in my throat, but I hadn't looked away. I had stared.I had stared at the way his muscles shifted, the breadth of his shoulders, and most of all, the heavy, thick cock that hung between his thighs. He had ju

Sophia's povI stayed there for a moment, leaning against the kitchen counter, my legs still shaking from the orgasm. Noah’s fingers were still buried deep inside my soaking pussy, and I could feel him pulsing against me. He wasn't just my son anymore; in this moment, he was a man who had just tasted my wetness, and he wanted more.He pulled his fingers out of me with a loud, wet pop. I looked down and saw his hand glistening with my cream. He didn't wipe it off. Instead, he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, his eyes locked on mine. The way he looked at me was predatory. He was hungry, and I was the only thing on the menu."You taste so sweet, Mom," he whispered, his voice sounding rough and dark. "I can't believe how wet you were for me. You've been wanting this, haven't you?"I couldn't even speak. I just nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. I wanted him to take me. I wanted to feel his actual cock inside me, stretching me open and filling the void that had

April's povI couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Vence’s smirk. I felt the way he looked at me like he could see right through my robe and straight into my soaking wet pussy. The fact that he knew I had been moaning for him didn't make me feel ashamed; it made me feel electric.I spent the next two hours tossing and turning, my hand constantly sliding between my legs. I kept thinking about that bulge in his sweatpants. Was he hard because of me? Did he enjoy hearing me scream?The next morning, I was a nervous wreck. I dressed carefully, choosing a tight white t-shirt and a short skirt that barely covered my ass. I wanted to look innocent, but I wanted him to know exactly what was underneath.As I stepped out into the hallway to head to work, I saw him. He was leaning against his doorframe, holding a cup of coffee. He was wearing a grey t-shirt that hugged his chest and jeans that looked like they were struggling to contain his thighs."Morning, April," he said, his vo

April's povI was lying there on the couch, my legs wide open and shaking. I could feel Vence's cum leaking out of my ass, a warm, sticky reminder of how he'd just wrecked me. My pussy was still throbbing, dripping wet, and my clit was so sensitive that even the air hitting it felt like a spark.Vence stood over me, looking down with that predatory smirk. He didn't look tired at all; if anything, he looked even more hungry. He reached down and grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand away from my clit."I told you," he whispered, his voice low and gravelly. "I'm not done with you yet.""Please," I whimpered, arching my back. "I can't... I don't know if I can take any more.""You can," he countered, his eyes locking onto mine. "You've been begging for this for weeks, April. Don't stop now just because you're a little sensitive."He pushed me onto my back and knelt between my legs. He didn't go for my pussy this time. Instead, he reached for a bottle of lubricant he'd grabbed from my nightstan