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Wet Desires:{Erotica Collection}
36.0K·The Book MagicianRated 18+ | Mature Content Warning This book is for adults only. It contains explicit sex, strong language, and mature themes. Read at your own risk or pleasure. Wet Desires:{Erotica Collection} brings you a mix of raw, unapologetic short stories where fantasies aren’t just imagined, they’re lived. Behind every door is a moment where control slips, tension snaps, and pleasure takes over. Strangers meet with one goal. Ex-lovers face what’s still unfinished. Friends cross lines they swore they never would. These stories are fast, hot, and messy in the most erotic way. You’ll find dominant men who don’t ask twice, women who want more and don’t hide it, and nights that blur into mornings with no regrets. There’s no slow burn here. No holding back. Just skin, heat, and the kind of desire that won’t wait. If you want stories that hit hard, turn you on, make you sexually aroused, leave you wanting more and breathless, Wet Desires:{Erotica Collection} is for you.
LUSTRONOMICA: WILD CRAVINGS
4.0K·Luciana RielleWarning: ⚠️ EXTREME HEAT WARNING⚠️ This collection is not for the faint of heart. It’s raw, filthy, taboo-soaked erotica that will ruin you for anything vanilla ever again. L U S T R O N O M I C A A savage constellation of stories where desire burns hotter than dying stars and bodies collide in wet, brutal, unstoppable gravity. Here, professors claim innocent throats in locked lecture halls. Mountain daddies split trembling girls open under star-drenched skies. Forbidden lovers choke on cock and cunt until mascara runs black and cum drips down shaking thighs. Every page is drenched in sweat, spit, and slick. Every scene drags you deeper into the black hole of dominance, denial, and devastating release. where pain twists into pleasure, control snaps into surrender, and orgasms hit so hard they feel like the end of the fucking universe. These aren’t love stories. These are depraved confessions of how good it feels to be used, owned, wrecked, and remade in the throes of the filthiest kinds of lust. Once you fall in… there’s no escaping the pull. You’ll come screaming. And you’ll beg for more.
The Alpha's Unacknowledged Mate
5.0K·-I spent five years as Cain Blackwell's most loyal enforcer—his Beta, his shadow, the she-wolf who kept his borders clean while he slept easy. And five years warming his bed in the den no one knew I had a key to. On the night of the Blood Moon Gala, his ex sent me a photo. Her nails tracing his back. His back. The same back I'd kissed that morning. Captioned: Some things never change. ? That's when I understood. Every tender thing he'd ever done to me in the dark—she'd taught him first. So I photographed the territorial charter I'd been sitting on for three months—the one that transferred the entire Western Range to me—and sent it back. Enjoy him. I just took half his hunting grounds. Then I packed one bag and drove north. Ironhollow was already mine on paper. Now I'd make it mine in blood.
Daddy One Shots
7.0K·Scarlett Jane "Rip my ass apart, Daddy! Fuck the shit out of me! God, yes!" "So fucking tight, Jenny. No matter how many times I fuck your ass, it's always like the first time... Are you being good for daddy? Keeping other dicks out of this perfect ass?" "Yes, Daddy. Only yours," she moaned... ### Plunge into a filthy taboo erotica collection where daddies (step daddies, daddies-in-law, and other forbidden fruit) crave and claim their teasing little girls in raw, boundary shattering steamy shorts. Loaded with intense dirty talk, dubious consent edges, high risk exposure thrills, possessive breeding kinks, degradation and humiliation, and scorching incest. Please take care of your mental health. It gets dark and twisted in here... ### A conflicted step daddy wrecks his stepdaughter's holes on his marital bed while his wife lurks nearby. A blind step daughter is tricked into fucking daddy. A daddy fucks his step daughter on her wedding day... to his son. Billionaire daddies. Don daddies. A daddy that fucks his son's girlfriend... in front of his son. ### Indulge in these and other dark fantasies with twist endings that will stay with you. She begs for daddy's brutal cock. He can't stop stretching his filthy little girl. ***All characters are over 18. Explicit content ahead. 18+ only. Reader discretion is advised.
Revenge: The Gun Barrel of the Donna
18.0K·patFor seven years of marriage, I watched Caleb Fickett claw his way from a dock enforcer to the lofty seat of the Mafia’s designated heir. I thought our love could outlast life and death—until the night my mother died because he cut off her medical resources, and I cried until there was nothing left. So when he once again forced a divorce on me for a Hollywood starlet, I smiled as I signed, and left for France. He thought getting rid of me would be as easy as tossing out an old suit. He was wrong. What he didn’t know was that the “gift” I left behind was enough to set his entire empire on fire.
The Godfather's Blood-Stained Betrayal
2.0K·-On our third anniversary, I activated my plan to fake my own death. At dinner, he told his men in Italian: "She's so obedient, she won't cause trouble." He never knew I understood every single word. As the mafia don's "trophy wife," I had long discovered his mistress and the high heel she deliberately left in my home. I refused to endure it any longer. Ten days from now, only the gun he custom-made for me and a pool of blood will remain on the seaside cliff. Don, those ninety-nine times you said you loved me—I don't want them anymore.
No Roses Left to Burn
22.0K·-Seven years of marriage, and I had never once sat at a Marchetti family table. Not on Christmas Eve. Not on Thanksgiving. Not on New Year's. Every holiday, Luca left before sundown and came home the next morning with cigar smoke in his collar and wine on his breath — traces of a world I was never allowed to enter. He always said it was tradition. Old blood. Sicilian rules passed down through generations: no outsiders at the family table. No exceptions. Not even for a wife who took the Marchetti name. I believed him. Every single time. Until the night before New Year's Eve, when he asked me to check the tire pressure on his Maserati, and I found three photographs wedged behind the owner's manual in the glovebox. All three were taken in the Marchetti private dining hall — I recognized it from a picture his mother had shown me once. Vaulted stone ceilings, a mahogany table long enough to seat forty, and the family crest carved into the mantle above the fireplace. In every photo, the same woman stood beside my husband. Her arm through his. Her hip pressed to his side. His hand on the small of her back with the kind of ease that doesn't come from politeness. It comes from habit. I sat in the driver's seat until the steering wheel turned cold beneath my fingers. There was no tradition. There was no rule. The place beside Luca had simply been taken — by someone who wasn't me. And he'd lied about it for seven years.
His Divorced Wife: A Legend of Wall Street
118.0K·Richard221"Divorce? Without me, you can't even support yourself," Chad mocked. She was once a brilliant singer who dazzled Carnegie Hall at age 11, Harvard Law's youngest legend, and the business queen of the Ainsworth empire—yet for love, she willingly retreated from the spotlight. After eight years of marriage, she became merely Chad's dispensable backdrop. Until the day she caught Chad embracing his lover in their marital bed, and heartbroken, she filed for divorce. Three months later, under the spotlight of a global charity dinner party, Amelia appeared in a custom gown by a world-renowned designer, stunning everyone. The Mayor of New York bowed to invite her, a Supreme Court Justice raised a toast in her honor, while Chad was blocked by security outside the red carpet—his company facing bankruptcy due to a mysterious acquisition. Medical records revealed that the bone marrow donor who once saved his life had signed as "Amelia Ainsworth."
After My Fiancé and Best Friend Used Me as Their Plaything, I Snapped
511·JuliaTwo days before the wedding, my best friend asked me to test my fiancé. She didn't believe that such a playboy prince would truly settle down. Her intuition was always accurate, so I stayed up all night creating a fake account to flirt with him. He completely crushed me. Just when I was torn between crying and laughing, he suddenly turned it around and replied: [This boring game ends here.] [Besides you two, I don't play with other women.] [Little Orange, next time you want to flirt with me, just use your main account.] Little Orange was my best friend.
Bound by Blood, Broken by Silence
5.0K·-I spent five years as Dominic Russo's most trusted enforcer, and five more warming his bed in a penthouse no one knew I had the key to. On our anniversary, his ex sent me a photo — her nails raking down the same back I'd kissed that morning. Captioned: "Some things never change ?" That's when I understood. Every filthy thing he did to me in the dark, she taught him first. So I photographed the contract I'd been hiding for three months — the one that signed over the entire West Coast pipeline to me — and sent it back. "Enjoy him. I just took half his empire." Then I packed one bag and drove to the airport. Seattle was already mine on paper. Now I'd make it mine in blood.
Lila's Revenge
3·HardyOn the third anniversary of my marriage pact with the Don, Sofia Moretti — my husband’s childhood sweetheart — stood before a room full of people and recounted the night she had kissed the bullet wound on his lower back. My husband, Luca Vitale, only smiled faintly. That night, I discovered their secret group chat. They called me a burden. But the cruelest words came straight from Luca himself. He admitted that for an entire year, he had been tampering with my food and drinks, ensuring I could never conceive. Meanwhile, he promised Sofia she would bear his heir. Every tear I had shed over my infertility was a carefully crafted lie. And he held me close all that time, whispering gentle comfort. A perfect liar. The next day, he planned to go out and celebrate Sofia’s birthday. He had completely forgotten it was also mine, telling me to stay home and rest well. But this time, I did not obey. I got in my car and followed him. I was tired of being mocked. Tired of being humiliated. It was time to destroy everything he had.
Breaking Daddy's Rules
4.0K·Lucy Stone“This is what you wanted, right?” His voice was dark, teasing. “Parading around my house in these bikinis?” “I think you like it,” He continued, his breath hot against my ear. “Knowing I’m watching. Knowing exactly what you do to me.” * * * * * Riane has had a crush on her stepfather for as long as she could remember. But even with her mother gone, Cyril won’t look her that way. She can’t tell if it’s her lack of appeal or his need to maintain his image as a Hollywood A-lister, but she knows that every night when she dreams or when she touches herself, it’s Cyril that’s in her head, and that’s who she wants in her bed. It’s always a game for her. To break down the walls that Cyril had around him. Raine has broken every rule that Daddy made. All that’s left is to break him… Only that, she didn’t know that she was always his.
After Alpha Chose His Mistress, I Left the Alpha with His Child
192·JamesThe Alpha’s ninety-ninth mistress showed up at my door and slapped a pregnancy report onto the table. “So you’re Lucian’s Luna?” she sneered. “I’m carrying his child. Do yourself a favor and step aside.” I glanced at the paper, then calmly pulled out a thick stack of evidence of her affairs and tossed it back at her. “Are you sure,” I asked lightly, “the child is Lucian’s?” Her expression collapsed instantly. Without another word, she tore the report in half. “I’ll leave Lucian. Immediately.” I watched her flee in panic, my face completely blank. Since the day I formed a mate bond with Lucian, I’ve either been dealing with his mistresses—or cleaning up the messes they leave behind. I’ve long since become a joke in the werewolf world. Whenever other wolves see me, they always ask, half-mocking, half-curious, how I manage to discover every mistress so quickly. The truth is, I don’t care how many women Lucian sleeps with. I only care whether they threaten my bloodline’s right to inherit. Besides, every time I expose one of his mistresses, Lucian is forced to grant me one demand—no conditions, no refusal. This time, I chose a child. And once that child is born… Lucian is finished.
After His 100th Betrayal, I Severed Our Eternal Bond
9·-I kept a ledger for my blood-bonded husband. Starting score: one hundred. One point deducted for every betrayal. When it hit zero, I'd be free. The ninety-ninth time — a blizzard, twenty below, and he made me get out of the car. Pregnant. "Celeste is in trouble." That night, I miscarried while feral revenants tore into me. The hundredth time — the physician begged him on her knees to give blood to save our child. He said, "Celeste comes first." For a shallow cut on her knee, our baby died. I set down my pen. Entry number one hundred. Final score: zero. I closed the ledger, and the blood bond shattered — thread by crimson thread. Betrayal is never forgiven. Never forgotten. And he would soon learn that abandoning the Daughter of the Eternal Night was the same as lighting the fuse to his own destruction.
The Mafia Heir That Wasn’t Mine
1.0K·Z·NyraThe day I planned to tell my husband I was pregnant, his late brother’s widow showed up with a belly—claiming the father was my husband. He defended her, called me worthless, and in the hospital… he kicked hard enough to end my own pregnancy. The next day, she walked into my home wearing my wedding ring and carrying his “heir.” Everyone thought I was finished—but they had no idea that from that moment on, I had only one goal: to make them pay a price far worse than betrayal.
The Price of Mrs. Romano: Breaking Don's Contract
0·patIn the Romano family’s world, bullets and contracts are equally deadly. Dante signs off on life and death, and with “procedure” and “spending limits” he chokes off his own wife’s emergency treatment, leaving her bleeding out on a hospital floor. He thinks she’ll spend the rest of her life trapped in that gold-trimmed marriage bed, obediently filing expense reports for every cent she spends. What he doesn’t see is that from that night on, she slips divorce papers into his stack of documents and quietly records every port, warehouse, and secret shipping route he owns. By the time he realizes— the marriage he signed is already dissolved, and with that same pen she’s cut his empire wide open.
The Don’s Daughter’s Final Vengeance
15·patAt my grandmother’s funeral, my best friend was curled up in my boyfriend’s arms—while he used his family’s influence to help her walk away from the crime of killing my grandmother. In that moment, something in me died. I dialed a number I’d kept buried for years— Salvatore Costa. The true godfather of the underworld. My biological father. Two weeks later, they smeared me in front of the media as a deranged thief who’d stolen the inheritance. So I showed up at their engagement party in full dress and delivered my “congratulations”: The ironclad proof that his fiancée fled the scene. When my boyfriend’s bodyguards rushed me, I calmly snapped their wrists like twigs. Amid the stunned silence of a room full of elites, I looped my arm through the real family adviser beside me and said softly: “Let me introduce myself properly. I’m Ella Costa—your creditor.”
The Vampire’ s Blood Covenant Bride
0·patA bride kneels in silk while Lucien presses silver to her pulse. Her birth father, Graham Hale, applauds, because her blood is being auctioned to save his other daughter. A “sister” coughs prettily from a velvet chaise, waiting for the bride to run dry. Lucien murmurs, “Hold still,” as if tenderness can disguise ownership. And the bride decides the only way to survive this family is to burn it down.
Hidden Heiress
11·Z·NyraOn our tenth wedding anniversary, my husband called me from a board meeting and asked for a divorce. I didn’t cry or beg—until he tore up the divorce papers and thought I would still stay. They believed I was nothing more than a gentle wife from a declining family. What they never knew was that the Blackwell empire had survived for years because I stood behind it. So when his mistress, his family, and the truth forced me onto the stage, I stopped pretending. That day, the Blackwells didn’t just lose a wife—they lost the one woman they could never afford to offend.
Seven Years with the Godfather, He's Planning to Kill Me
10·D.D.I designed the weapon that would let him rule the underworld. Then, on our anniversary, I overheard him planning my murder. For seven years, I was Vincent Costa's cherished canary, his lover, his secret genius. He saved me, shaped me, loved me. I gave him my heart and my mind, crafting the "Ghost Protocol" for his empire. Until the night our delicate cage shattered. I heard the cold truth: my love was a script, my life a debt to be collected. Now, the weaponmaster becomes the vengeance. The game he started ends when I say it does. Watch me burn his world down.
