Forbidden Pleasures Short Stories
Age is just a number and rules were meant to be broken...
Take Me
Shagged by the Nuns
The nuns are watching me again as I run my hands over my taut abs until they slip below the seam of my swimsuit. The nuns want to touch me, taste me, take me. I can smell their lust thick in the air. I’m going to teach them the virtue of sexual immorality, show them the meaning of carnal desire, and drag them through the quagmire of infernal lust. I’m Ben Dover, and this is my story.
Playtime with Chloe
My Daughter's Best Friend
When I took my daughter to Jamaica, her best friend Chloe came along. It’s a trip I’ll never forget. My first mistake was staring at her bikini-clad body; my second was reserving adjoining bedrooms…
MILF
Welcoming My New Neighbor
Being a widow can be lonely sometimes. My neighbors called me a gold digger when I married a man more than twice my age. But I loved my husband, and his death devastated me. I would’ve traded the millions he left me for one more night in his arms. Yet none of my neighbors offered their condolences at the funeral or invited me to hang out by the community pool. Until Josh moved in next door. He’s almost half my age and hot as hell. When he struck up a flirty conversation by the pool, he became the target for all the chatty Kathys on our street. There’s a new gold digger in Palm Beach, and I handed him the shovel.
Teaching Joey to Pleasure Me
My Son's Best Friend
My son's best friend admitted he's never been laid and asked me to teach him everything he needs to know about pleasuring a woman. Let the lessons begin...
The Run-In With Officer Wilkes
SAMANTHA
Every beautiful young woman in my neighborhood knows Officer Wilkes ... and how to get out of a ticket. Today, I'm pulling over Samantha for a traffic violation…
The Run-In With Officer Wilkes
SAMANTHA
Every beautiful young woman in my neighborhood knows Officer Wilkes ... and how to get out of a ticket. Today, I'm pulling over Samantha for a traffic violation…
NYMPH: She-Bop
Book 1
Hello, my name is Amber, and I’m a nymphomaniac. Just to be clear—that means I can never satisfy the itch in my girly bits. Playing with strangers on live cam. Check. Getting down on my desk with the new hire at work. Check. Enjoying a little funny business with my neighbor at home. Check. I’ve done it all and more. The “more” landed me in rehabilitation. My mental disorder started with a little she-bopping. Don’t know what that means? Buy the book, and I’ll tell you… along with the rest of my story.
NYMPH: New Hire
Book 2
Hello, my name is Amber, and I’m a nymphomaniac. A nymph’s compulsion grows with every itch of the scratch in her nether region. In the beginning, I satisfied my appetite with pornography and she-bopping. That led to live webcam interactions with barely legal men. The next logical step was in-person relations. But I wouldn’t have made that leap without Dylan showing up for an interview at my work. I was the human resources manager, and he was a new hire, too tempting to pass up. One thing led to another, and I ended up face down on top of my desk. That’s the thing about addiction. You’re always seeking a new high and hoping the fall back to earth doesn’t kill you. Or get you fired….
NYMPH: Junior
Book 3
Hello, my name is Amber, and I’m a nymphomanic. Losing my job for deviant behavior should’ve been a wake-up call. Instead, the thrill of lying to my husband about the cause of my termination, and getting away with it, was like smoking my first joint. The high was amazing. But, soon, I was jonesing for another risqué adventure. My husband had installed a camera in our backyard in case of intruders. But I had plans to catch something far more interesting on film with my neighbor in our pool…
NYMPH: Threesome
Book 4
Hello, my name is Amber, and I’m a nymphomaniac. Despite a series of unfortunate events that led to me being fired, I was floating ten feet above the ground in nymphomania heaven. But my bubble was about to burst. My husband planted the idea of a threesome in my head when he suggested my neighbor paint our basement with a friend. I couldn’t resist the temptation of two college-aged men or the ‘little something’ they brought along to enhance our fun. I should’ve walked away. But that’s the thing with nymphomaniacs; we’re compelled by our affliction. If you look at the situation from that perspective, then what happened next wasn’t my fault.
NYMPH: Blowout
Book 5
Hello, my name is Amber, and I’m a nymphomanic. My bubble finally burst. Turns out my marriage was in jeopardy even before I started lying. With E still coursing through my veins, I jumped off the deep end in a blowout summer pool party. We drank, laughed, screwed, and went to jail. Now, I’m in rehab. They’re trying to cure me of my compulsive disorder—to lay Kitten to rest. What they don’t realize is that Kitten died when she discovered the secret her husband was hiding. Now you can call me Nymph.
MILF: Sleepover fun
with John
When my son's college roommate insisted on helping me replace my garbage disposal, I never expected we'd end up in the bedroom...
