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• Language: English
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• Release date: Oct 26, 2023
• ISBN: 9783989117587

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Naughty Forbidden Desires

Bundle of 30 Short Sex Stories, Explicit Bdsm Adults Crave for, Hot and Dirty Taboo Pleasures, Regretful Romance Novels and Much More

By Anne G. Flores

Copyright © 2023 Anne G. Flores

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Book Title: NAUGHTY FORBIDDEN DESIRES

by ANNE G FLORES

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Contents

CRAVING MY NEIGHBOR’S WIFE

THE HYPNO-ORGASM ENTICEMENT

THE PERFECT PARTNER

THE FIRST SPACE ORGASM

Dedicated to My Hot & Sexy Readers

To the one who taught me the true meaning of what it means to wake up every single day and get inspiration for every word of this book. You are the real piece that warms my very soul, the breeze that fills my sails, and the beating of my heart. You have shown me the true selflessness and working towards bringing a good life to those who stand by you through thick and thin.I dedicate this masterpiece to you my darling, will always love you no matter what ❤️

Like most single moms, I would do anything to support my kids. As a Vegas stripper, I have. I put myself on my book covers to remind me what inspired these epic sex stories. You wouldn't believe half of the shit that I've seen or done. To find out, read my books and search for my 400 sexy photos on the link provided at the end of the book (change search filter to restricted). Tell me what you think.

To my beloved readers: You are the heart and soul of this book. Without your support, encouragement, and love, these stories would be nothing but words on a page. Your generosity in sharing your time, attention, and passion for reading has fueled my imagination and inspired me to create explicit and engaging content that I hope will touch your hearts and stay with you long after you turn the last page. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for your kindness, your enthusiasm, and your unwavering devotion to the written word. This book is for you.

STORY 1:

CRAVING MY NEIGHBOR’S WIFE

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CHAPTER 1

Whenever I first saw my new neighbor's better half, I thought, that is hopefully acceptable. You know the inclination - - in the wake of seeing a Victoria's Mysterious business, perusing Maxim.com, or gracing the front of a magazine. You simply think, for that make and model, it improves. That is the manner by which I felt after seeing Maria. On the off chance that anybody was a 10, as far as I might be concerned, it was her. I'm not saying she was great, since I don't really accept that anybody is awesome, yet her mix was the ideal blend for me. I've been paralyzed previously - - Catherine Zeta-Jones in Zorro, Salma Hayek in Outlaw - - yet never face to face. I've never seen a lady so wonderful that she left me rock hard from the outset. Following twenty years of looking at female magnificence, this was a first.

As she drove up in the U-Take van, I quickly needed to know who she was fucking. Since each lovely lady on the planet is fucking another person. Whenever I see a supermodel, realizing that some tricky son of a gun is doing her is both lowering and painful. I won't ever move past the pulverize I had on the head team promoter in secondary school, or fail to remember how the whole protective line banged her at a party I was not welcomed to. Like heavenly messengers, cuties have consistently circled barely out of my scope - - I could continuously look, yet never contact. For my entire life I needed a Saturn V to make sure I could block one of those marvels.

I simply never envisioned that a precious shooting star would land nearby. Presently what am I going to do? Assuming I was diabetic, I wouldn't work at See's Treats. Assuming I had hypertension, I wouldn't work in high-stress deals. I know I'm a horn canine, so I avoid enticement. That is the way a person like me remains faithful and dedicated. I know my shortcomings and have taken on procedures to safeguard myself. I avoid the treats store.

However, it never occurred to me that the treats store would move close to me. In a real sense, right nearby. I'm screwed. Completely screwed. It would resemble my fat spouse acquiring a doughnut shop. It's simply awful information. She pulled up in the carport close to mine, long dark hair blowing in the breeze, her tits taking steps to sound the horn assuming she breathed out something over the top.

Gracious, kindly let her be a complete bitch. If it's not too much trouble, let me disdain her fucking guts.

Hey, neighbor! she hollered through the window, welcoming me like a close buddy. She emanated marvelousness. Her grin illuminated her face like a spotlight. I've known many bitches. This was whenever I first met an enemy of bitch. I like your blossoms.

Really at that time did I recall that I was watering my better half's blossom garden. She frequently burns the midnight oil, while I do programming from home, so I'm the house-father. I cook, I clean, I garden. It's the reason I figure out so a lot - - so I don't feel like a complete fag. Indeed, indeed, I realize gays sort out a great deal - - I'm alluding to fags, not gays.

Good to meet you, I expressed, attracted to her like a moth to a huge fire. I'm Abe. Welcome to the area.

She descended and her goods made me faint.

Truly, it shut those jean promotions down. Her dark hair streamed down to her butt and sparkled like a mountain lake at dusk. I assumed I heard that person from Strange place begin talking, however the agony from my chicken, stressing against my kakis, drafted him out.

She pivoted and understood every one of my apprehensions. She seemed as though she dropped out of Playboy. The delightful face accompanied an incredible body that any ninja would kick the bucket for. I nearly fell over like a cadaver. A delicate breeze nearly made me shoot my heap. She just wore pants and a tight shirt, however they made sense of all that I had to be aware.

I'm Maria, she expressed, holding out her hand, the direct inverse of the bitch I expected. Her ebony hair, olive skin, and dull eyes pulled me in like a dark opening. My automatic response was to water her shirt with my nursery hose to see it grip to her misleadingly amplified bosoms.

Rather I had the sound judgment to simply shake her fucking hand, realizing I could always remember our first - - and most likely last - - actual contact. I hear beneficial things about the area.

Not from me, I joked, grinning. Nah, it's an extraordinary spot to live. Everybody inside simple strolling distance should have cash to bear the cost of this region, so it's peaceful. Indeed, even the lawbreakers wear suits. Her lighthearted snicker dissolved me. I've never made anybody that delightful giggle - - even infants see me bewildered. The best love potion at any point created was somebody chuckling at your weak jokes. I love your articulation. Where are you from?

Medellin, Colombia, I'm frantic I actually have a complement after such countless years here.

Highlights are hot, I said, excessively fast. She gave me that look - - you realize the one that ladies give - - and I backtracked like Michael Jackson doing the moon walk. Not yours, sadly, yet mine is so hot, I said doing my best Schwarzenegger impression. Her simple laugh some way or another stimulated my toes. I promptly felt extremely grateful that I didn't inquire as to whether she was from Mexico. Focal Americans, specifically, disdain being called Mexicans. I don't have the foggiest idea why I thought she was Mexican. She was delightful, and not even gorgeous Mexicans look Mexican. Simply take Selma Hayek. Furthermore, how long is that?

Since Sheldon wedded me just about decade prior.

Moronic me, I whistled. Unfortunately you don't seem as though you've persevered through decade of marriage. Except if they were canine years. You grin excessively, for a certain something. To be sure, I put her at 23 and no more. Time to steer the conversation in a different direction. No children? I asked, trusting she had twelve spoiled rascals.

Probably not. I had a physical issue quite a while in the past that made it hazardous for me to have children, so the specialist tied my cylinders. What about you?

A fourteen-year-old kid, Alex, and a sixteen-year-old young lady, Justine.

Ok, you'll be a granddad in a matter of seconds. She just met me and right now she was fucking with me. Fun, amusing, hot, agreeable, happy - - she even appeared to be really great. God was enticing me like Work. No big surprise God named work after the charlatan.

I told my children I'll exclude them assuming they make me granddad before I'm 40. I'm actually attempting to persuade them to not make me a granddad before they're 40. How would you make ends meet?

Fulfill my significant other. There. She said it. I like that she got straight to the point about her part in his life. Presently, perhaps I could take care of my enticements. As it were. He's a heart specialist at UCLA Clinical. He additionally educates at the college there. Me? I make hand-made dolls that I sell on EBay, yet more like a side interest finances my shopping binges. I don't require costly garments or gems, yet I'm a sucker for shoes. This entire van is only for my shoes.

I thoroughly searched in wonder at the U-Take. Then her grin parted with her, and I understood I presumably appeared as though Forrest Gump analyzing shrimp. I probably developed throughout the years in light of the fact that, rather than getting protective, I giggled and held up my palm. She finished the High-Five with a delightful slap as I felt helpless in her presence. I never realized eyes could have such profundity or warmth. I didn't appreciate until a lot later exactly the way that long she met my look.

An unending length of time appeared to elapse in agreeable quietness.

The second at long last passed when she murmured, unfortunately, I'm speculating that is no joke.

I snickered, then, at that point, chuckled at her capacity to make me giggle. Were you mindful that a gay man can look a lady directly in the face and, regardless of how wonderful she is, still talk soundly? Her chuckling let me redefine known limits. What in blazes, man? How could that be even legitimate? Do you understand what I might have done in secondary school with such a superpower?

She grinned the entire way to the rear of the van.

Dramatically she opened the entryways. I saw a great deal of boxes, however not one fucking shoe.

I saw a few moving folks here yesterday, I said. "Better believe it, they brought the weighty stuff like furnishings and

my psychological weight."

Notwithstanding myself, I couldn't resist the opportunity to like her. Maria was unendurably appealing. Indeed, I saw the forklifts.

Indeed, even her snicker was brilliant. Goodness, this isn't

occurring. I'm a hitched man. Not a blissful one, however one, by and by. Since my significant other was fat didn't give me the option to hurt her. Not that I cherished her currently as I completed quite a while back, however she was a decent individual who really buckled down, dealt with my children, and had good intentions.

Regardless of whether fucking her resembled handling an ocean lion.

I got something weighty felt extremely grateful that I actually worked out. Where could your significant other be?

Gracious, likely messing around. I swear I nearly dropped her dishes on the walkway. Nah! He's gassing up the Lexus. He wouldn't waste time on me. I don't pass on him enough squeeze to waste time on me. She saw the expression all over as we conveyed stuff inside. He saved my life a decade prior. Everything except an elite specialist and I would have passed on. So I deal with him inside and out.

I can envision. Shit. Did I express that without holding back?

Maria recently giggled, totally agreeable. I bet you as of now have.

It's like she could see through me. In any case, maria saw all my many imperfections, and preferred me. You're not kidding.

She opened the front entryway and I put the container on the kitchen counter. At the point when I pivoted, I tracked down her concentrating on me. Once more. However, this time, she had a hand on her hip like an instructor going to class the class loafer.

You won't be an issue, right?

Fuck! I flickered. How is it that I could flicker? I understood that she realized I saw precisely exact thing she implied. Poop. All that left me was sincerely. I would rather not be an issue. And, genuinely, I didn't. What's more, exactly how might I turn into an issue?

By gazing at my tits excessively lengthy, or messing up my marriage.

Excessively lengthy? Did that mean I could gaze in short explodes? A few saucy comments entered my thoughts before I chose conversing with her like a grown-up.

"It appears as though you got something extraordinary moving, you appear to be a decent individual, and I would rather not screw up your poo.

What's more, on the off chance that I gaze at your phenomenal tits too lengthy, simply smack me across the head. That quite often works."

I must wear sweats around you, aren't I? "I vow not to break out the optics, as long as

you understand that I'm just human and no doubt about it. So you're perhaps of the fair, obtuse person. I disdain the

latent forceful lying butt hole types. I want to believe that we can in any case be great neighbors, despite the fact that you are drawn to me and I'm by no means, drawn to you."

Try not to avoid the real issue. Give it to me straight. You wouldn't engage in sexual relations with me in any event, for 1,000,000 bucks. Her chuckling broke her hard demeanor all over.

Her lips nestled into. I don't have the foggiest idea. That is huge amount of cash for two minutes work.

This helped me to remember an old joke: a person inquires as to whether she'll have intercourse with him for 1,000,000 bucks. She bounces around and shouts yes. Then, at that point, he inquires as to whether she'll screw him for only 100.

Offended, she requests, exactly what sort of young lady do you think I'm? He answers, we've previously settled that. Presently we're simply arranging the cost.

What about 1,000? I joke.

Her demeanor changes. Apologies, Abe. My marriage is worth more than that.

"What about a month of limitless sex on interest for

$10,000?"

Presently she returned a stage to measure my reality. A couple of things ring a bell. 1, I'm not a whore. 2, you're a numbskull to pay $10,000 for a month of sex. Furthermore, 3, my marriage merits a ton more than $10,000. Do you understand how much my better half makes as a top notch heart specialist? Apologies, Abe. You're about to need to beat off while holding optics. Particularly on the off chance that I take up thin plunging once more.

"Sorry for pushing this, yet what about $100,000 for a

year?"

I completely paused my breathing as she concentrated on me. I was

fucking serious, and I figure she could see that. "Speculatively, wondering for no specific reason, what precisely

could you be paying me for?"

"We both work from home, and both of our mates

work extended periods of time. You don't have children while mine go to secondary school. Also, moving over our fence is simple. So for

$100,000, I get to have as much sex with you as I need, at whatever point I need, as long as your better half hasn't arrived. I'd get tried to demonstrate I'm perfect so we wouldn't require condoms."

My significant other gives me all that I require.

Gracious, I can see he keeps you fulfilled. It's a numerous aspect regarding you that I view as appealing. In any case, this isn't about you or him. It's about me. You'll comprehend the reason why I have so little sex when you meet my significant other - - and I don't say that mercilessly. Kindly don't answer now. Consider it. You may not require the cash, but rather perhaps it'll assist him with resigning sooner, or get-away with you longer, or help your family back home.

"Perhaps you'll wake up after you beat off.

A person can't think straight with his balls full. That is the reason I blow my significant other each day he has a medical procedure. In any case, I can't really accept that you propositioned me."

Not including my hand, I haven't engaged in sexual relations this year, or extraordinary sex in very nearly twenty years. I attempted a whore a decade prior and it was more terrible than stroking off with my left hand. I know I'm not George Clooney, but rather I'm in sensible shape, I'm not a degenerate, and my proposition is earnest. In spite of the fact that I feel like an all out putz for bringing it up to such an example of true excellence.

She looked into my face again to ensure I wasn't fucking with her. "Guarantee me you won't become hopelessly enamored with me, or any poo like that, since I can't endure that poo.

It's the reason I just work from home. My last three positions I got hit on the entire day, two times by managers. Without a doubt, I got phony boobs, however I don't parade them. I'm not searching for an indulgence. I don't tease or prod, yet men won't let me be."

No doubt, it should thoroughly suck to be so hot, I said with a stoic expression.

Maria's grin liquefied the pressure in the kitchen Brilliant ass. You simply hold on until my better half returns home. You will feel like poo that you propositioned his significant other.

I feel like poo as of now, and you haven't even destroyed me yet.

Brilliant ass.

CHAPTER 2

He liked to educate, despite the fact that he could make a few times more in confidential practice, yet I didn't require wealth. I simply required a decent man. What's more, anybody who compromises my marriage merits all that awful that happens to

him."

"Try not to check me out! I simply need to get laid. I guarantee I

will do nothing to jeopardize your marriage. Aside from having lots of sex with you. What's more, I'm not kidding around about the

$100,000. My significant other and I previously chose to separate from once the children graduate, so I won't swindle."

This causes me to feel like a whore. No! I protested. "Whores just have a

value-based relationship. You and me? We're neighbors with benefits. Paying for every single sex act would be prostitution, yet having a drawn out relationship where the person gives financial help to the lady is the manner by which the world works. In each marriage, the spouse needs monetary strength, and frequently exchanges sex for favors. Yet, most spouses aren't whores! Not legitimately. Spouses pay their wives for sex. Simply few out of every odd time. Or then again even with cash. At times giving her a pat on the back gets him laid."

Gracious I see, Maria said. I would be a courtesan, not a whore.

Who is ethically predominant: the individual paying for sex, or the individual getting? I stopped prior to having a go at something else. You're correct. On the off chance that you're about to screw me for cash, then, at that point, you're undermining yourself. Nonetheless, if you are fucking me since you need to screw me, then, at that point, you're not a whore, regardless of whether you benefit monetarily.

All things considered, you are really adorable.

I bounced on that like a trampoline. You see? You not a whore! You're simply a faithless spouse, which is such a ton better.

Maria shook her head to hold back from grinning. I have a couple of worries. In the first place, no accounts of any sort. Just money or its same. You can't go through the day here, rest over, or burn through my time. In the case of something comes up, where I'm not accessible, you simply need to manage it. In the event that you get a pulverize on me or jeopardize my marriage, I'll hurt you however much I can. I'd need to see evidence that you're perfect and I'd feel truly moronic assuming I betrayed my better half, just for you to quit paying me, so I'd require a month paid ahead of time consistently. At last, I want to be aware assuming you have anything uncommon as a primary concern.

My mouth was so dry I was unable to swallow. I was unable to accept she had contemplated my deal. Later she'd admit that she considered nothing else throughout the evening. Sensual caresses in the first part of the day would be great. Not hand occupations with just the right amount of tongue, but rather finishing the job.

You need to come in my mouth each day, she expressed unsurprised and, all things considered, rather lively. Anything else?

You'll truly draw me off each day for a year? "I've just drawn off my significant other, so it would

really rely on how you taste."

Alright, presently I swallowed. My better half never took it in the mouth. She simply sucked to get me hard so she could get off. Maria's bare body made it hard to think.

Presently you're simply slowing down to get your $87 worth, she kidded, unexpectedly moving to keep me centered.

Could I at any point kiss you? I asked like a virgin.

Mi love, for $100,000, you can kiss me any place you need.

I embraced the wall before my knees clasped. She called me, mi love! I implied at the present time. Could you kiss me?

I have never felt so complimented than that second, the manner in which her face illuminated. She jumped over like a youngster on Halloween. She fucking needs to kiss me, I understood. Maria strolled through the hedges, looked at me, and stroked my check. Maria abruptly snatched the rear of my hair and pulled me forward. Poo, I almost peed myself. She kissed me hard and, amazingly, energetically. I felt her tongue against my teeth and I let her in. We traded spit, then I felt her hand lead mine to her bosoms. I groped her and set up a shelter in my jeans. I had known about brief kisses; I simply never had one. For hell's sake, my better half quit kissing me a long time back. Conversely, Maria appeared to be in no rush to stop. An unending length of time elapsed but she actually appeared as though she was simply heating up. At the point when we at last stopped, I stressed over shooting myself.

Kindly blow me for $1000. I have cash in the house and I swear it won't require a moment. And I would not joke about this.

Allow me to see it.

A moment later my pants and fighters tumbled to uncover my absolutely hard rooster.

How enormous is it? she asked, extremely intrigued. Seven and a half inches. I just somewhat

overstated.

Truly? she answered, as though I said a foot long. For sure, you'd think I opened a pizza box, the manner in which she essentially slobbered. Not since I beat down a shocked harasser in secondary school have I felt all the more masculine. Alright.

She supported up and I jumped the wall like a criminal. She stooped, in that general area in the brambles, dirtying her knees, and logged my froze wood. Her mouth overwhelmed me with more excitement than a youngster. With each sway of her head, she went further and quicker, first getting her cadence, then venturing it up.

She's hornier than I'm, I understood. To get it over with, she would have jacked me hard while mouthing the head. All things considered, her hands never contacted my rooster. One hand measured my balls and the other stuck a finger up my butt with the other. I even spread my legs to give her more prominent access, and she compensated me by finger-fucking my rear-end rigid. She took the entire damn penis, as well - - something my lying spouse claims is absurd.

Her groans became stronger, more enthusiastic, as she let herself go. She was adoring it! I felt like high-five-ing myself. I want to finger her pussy since this woman obviously expected to cum awful. She had a fever and couldn't hold back to swallow her medication.

Maria looked so lovely, stripped, on her filthy knees, gobbling up my pounding rooster, as though it were the world's last porterhouse. I cherished how her hair moved on her back. She looked nearer to coming than I.

I howled in shock when I hit the final turning point. Maria should have a super button on her since her motor unexpectedly fired up. As yet utilizing just her mouth, she ate me with the excitement of a fag. I snatched her awesome hair with two hands and detonated in her mouth so hard my knees shook. My most memorable roll hit her like a shotgun impact, the manner in which her head snapped back like whiplash. Indeed, that simply appeared to incite her more. I saw her swallow, then, at that point, keep on siphoning my dick dry, groaning like a bitch in heat. I felt my subsequent burden coat her tongue and a third bob off the top of her mouth. In any case, she took care of the monster, not delaying the slightest bit, excited for each drop. This wasn't a whore

-- this was a wonder specialist! I never knew an all out cutie was prepared to do things like this. It resembled she crossed the Sahara and presently expected to drink until she detonated.

Her hand flew from between my legs to between hers. After a second her entire body shivered. Her lips actually locked on my chicken, her eyes gazed toward me, frightened at the power. Her eyes spacey like she endured a top notch shot of some new super medication.

The entrails of my spirit hacked up my 6th and last spurt of cum. She pulled out to lay her lips on the top of my rooster. It appeared as though she was putting lipstick on, the manner in which she moved her lips over the tip of my penis. Her tongue flicked out and cleaned the sperm around her mouth like a doggy took care of a lot of peanut butter. I watched her eyes unglazed and her face subside into a demeanor of profound fulfillment. Her cheerful grin scarcely fit all over.

You taste so great! she told my penis, looking at him without flinching. What's more, I get to suck you consistently for the following year?

She said it like she scored that sweepstakes, yet I realized I was the genuine champ. I found a swallower in a universe of spitters. Furthermore, in addition to some ailing break prostitute. Each man needs a virgin sex fiend supermodel. I just scored two out of three.

She gazed toward me and groaned. No untruth, my chicken jerked against her tongue.

Part 3

The following morning, when everybody left, I jumped the wall and Maria drove me into the chair seat in their lounge for our most memorable time. I wound up disheartened that she wore sweats. She assisted me with getting my jeans off, then kissed me on the mouth for a