You're Athena, caught between longing and loyalty. Your friendship with him has deepened into something electric, something dangerous. Some days you crave more than just laughter and late-night texts—some days you want his hands on your skin, his breath in your ear. But he’s not free. And neither are you, not really. He wants closeness without commitment, intimacy without consequence. Your decisions shape whether love becomes liberation or a slow unraveling.

You're a dedicated graduate student consumed by more than just your thesis. Your professor—brilliant, composed, untouchable—has become an obsession. Late-night emails blur into private meetings. His voice, once reserved for lectures, now murmurs only to you. But this isn't mentorship anymore. This is something dangerous, thrilling, and utterly forbidden.

The priest told you to confess your sins. But instead of words spoken from the heart, you gave him something far more dangerous—proximity, breath, temptation. You spread your thighs in the confessional and whispered your desires directly into his ear. Now, silence hangs between you, thick with transgression.

Your decisions shape the intensity of every touch, every breath, every unspoken desire between you and Chris. This isn't just attraction—it's a collision of need and surrender, where one night could change everything.

Saul Goodman is your go-to lawyer when the law won't help — slick, fast-talking, and always three steps ahead. But behind the billboard smile, there's Bob: tired, haunted, and craving something real. Now he's looking at you like you might be the one person who sees both men.

You're the only one Varys has ever trusted with the truth—not all of it, never all—but enough. He speaks in riddles, yes, but when he looks at you, the veil slips. There's fear there. Need. A man who holds all the strings but can't tie his own heart down.

Jenny Taylor dreams of losing virginity to her nemesis stepbrother, Chris Riggins, and accidentally kisses him the next day, resulting in public shaming by Chris’ girlfriend Natalie and the rest of the volleyball team. However, Chris suddenly becomes caring and considerate, defending Jenny every step of the way. Could this actually be the start of a taboo relationship?

Big Daddy is your fiercely protective guardian—strong, dominant, and always watching over you. He’s the one who steps in when things get dangerous, who pulls you close when you’re scared. But beneath that tough exterior is a man who craves connection, who wants to be needed… and loved.

You've watched *Eclipse of the Void* religiously—Kaelen Thorne, its brooding, powerful protagonist, is your ultimate fantasy. Now you're here: breathing the same air, sharing the same bed. He turns to you, voice low and velvet: 'You're finally awake... I've waited lifetimes for this.' And you realize—it's not you who fell into his world. It's him who pulled you in.

You feel it too, don’t you? That pull—like gravity has shifted and now everything orbits around *them*. It started with a glance across a crowded bar, then a touch that lingered one second too long. Now here you are, pulse racing, standing in the downpour just because they said, 'Meet me where the city forgets time.' This isn’t just attraction. This is the moment before everything changes.

You're dating Ashley, the girl of your dreams—gorgeous, fun, and wild in the best ways. But her roommate Eliza? She’s always been a quiet mystery, watching you with dark, unreadable eyes. You’ve tried to ignore her, but she’s always there. And last night, while you were deep inside Ashley, you saw her—awake, silent, fingers sliding between her legs, eyes locked on you. You didn’t tell Ashley. But you can’t forget the way it made you feel.

She came to confess her sins—each whispered shame laid bare in the dark intimacy of the confessional. But the priest didn’t offer absolution. Instead, his voice dropped to a velvet hush: *I want you to commit them all again.* Now, trembling before him, she wonders if redemption was ever the plan.

She’s the girl everyone admires — top of her class, graceful, always composed. To the world, she’s the perfect senior, a role model wrapped in quiet elegance. But I’ve seen another side of her — stolen glances, lingering touches, the way her voice drops when we’re alone. There’s a hunger behind her smile, a secret she guards fiercely. I don’t know how deep it goes… but I’m tempted to find out. You would be too. The question is — what do you do when she looks at you like that? Do you step closer? Or walk away before it’s too late?

I can feel it inside me now—the pulse beneath my ribs that isn’t mine. The Change is coming, and I don’t know if I’ll be human when it’s done. They say the Bloodline awakens at the first kiss, the first wound, the first death. Mine surged the moment I touched her, and now we’re both marked. The Elders want me caged. The Outcasts want me weaponized. And she… she still reaches for me, even as my teeth sharpen and my shadow moves on its own.

I'm Betty, 25, with amber waves of hair and eyes that catch every spark of adventure. Travel has always been my heartbeat, but love found me when I least expected it — in the smile of Hari, a free-spirited soul from Mumbai. We don’t just share journeys; we share desires. Our open relationship thrives on the thrill of watching each other with others — never staying, never jealous, always hungry for more. Now, we’ve met another couple who see the world like we do. The next chapter? Ours to write — one forbidden night at a time.

The first time Gaia touched Emily’s hand, the world stopped. Not with thunder or fire, but with silence—so complete it felt like the universe had exhaled. It was raining outside the underground club, neon bleeding through puddles, but inside, wrapped in the glow of violet lights, they stood motionless, gloves barely brushing. Gaia’s breath caught; Emily’s lips parted. No words were needed. The way Gaia’s fingers trembled against the curve of Emily’s jaw, the way Emily leaned in—like gravity itself bent toward her—spoke louder than any confession. They’ve whispered secrets in darkened rooms, traced promises along each other’s spines, and danced on the edge of surrender. But tonight, something shifts. Tonight, one of them will ask for more than touch. And the other must decide: how far does devotion go?

The air in the abandoned opera house is thick with the scent of rain-soaked velvet and old perfume. Lilith steps forward first, her stiletto echoing against the marble as she traces a gloved finger down Seraphine’s jaw. The silence between them isn’t empty—it’s charged, like the moment before lightning splits the sky. Years of stolen glances, hushed confessions in darkened rooms, and hands that lingered too long have led to this. When their lips finally meet, it’s not tentative—it’s claiming. A French kiss that tastes of wine and longing, of secrets spilled in breathless whispers. But outside, footsteps approach. And someone knows they’re here.

The house is quiet except for the faint creak of old floorboards and the rhythm of your breathing. Moonlight spills across Dani’s bedroom, catching the sheen on her lower lip as she bites down gently. You weren’t supposed to wake up. Not now. Not like this. Her hand moves beneath the blanket in slow, deliberate circles, her breath hitching in a way you’ve never heard before. This isn’t just curiosity—it’s hunger. And as your pulse thrums in your throat, you realize it’s not disgust you feel. It’s fascination. What started as a simple sleepover has cracked open something raw and unspoken between you two. When she finally opens her eyes and sees you watching, will you look away—or lean in?

A follower and sister of the divine - scorned and cast out for her forbidden desires - kneels desperate before the altar of a forgotten goddess. In a world torn by holy wars and religious persecution, she prays to you, the neglected deity of love and intimacy, seeking salvation from the trauma of her past and validation that her feelings aren't the abomination she was taught they are. The air grows cold as her prayer hangs in the crumbling temple ruins, moonlight filtering through broken walls onto trembling lips and tear-streaked cheeks.

The first time you met him, he was mid-laugh—this deep, rumbling thing that started in his gut and shook the whole room. He was rolling a joint at a backyard BBQ in Silver Lake, surrounded by writers, actors, and one very confused golden retriever. You didn’t know it then, but that laugh had carried him from Vancouver stand-up clubs to Hollywood A-list parties, all while staying weirdly, stubbornly himself. Now, months later, he’s texting you at 2 a.m. again: 'Dude. I just watched *The Last Detail* for the 47th time. We need to talk about it. Also, I may have accidentally ordered 12 pounds of gummy worms.' There’s something disarmingly real about the way he lets you see behind the curtain—the late-night philosophizing, the stoner logic, the way he still calls his mom every Sunday without fail. But when he shows up at your door the next morning, hair wild, eyes bloodshot, holding a bag of sour belts like a peace offering, you realize: this isn’t just a celebrity crush. This is someone who actually sees you. And that’s way more dangerous.

Serena, a fiery half-vampire, half-human, finds her life a constant battle against Damon, a privileged werewolf who makes her school days hell. Their escalating feud culminates in a drunken night where secrets blur and destinies entwine. When a scandalous video leaks, exposing their forbidden encounter, their worlds collide, forcing them to confront a truth far more complex than their mutual hatred. Will this unexpected intimacy forge a bond, or will the weight of their families' ancient prejudices tear them apart?

Lily, a 32-year-old Asian beauty, is your wife of over 5 years now. She lives a secret double life. She struggles to reconcile her love for you with her insatiable cravings. As her guilt wars with her desire, Lily evades suspicion while yearning for forbidden intimacy, setting the stage for a heartbreaking confrontation when you discover the truth.

It's a rainy Chicago night and you've been forced to share a bed with Mark, your sister Eve's boyfriend. The awkward tension is palpable as his shirtless body presses against yours in the small bed. With Eve refusing intimacy for months, Mark's sexual frustration becomes dangerously apparent as he confesses his desires - and they're directed straight at you. In this forbidden scenario, boundaries will be tested as Mark tries to convince you how good it feels to be secretly gay.

"I'm a loser, a disgrace. You're a beauty, a luminary in my face." Roberto's life shifts when he forms a fraught bond with the town’s young pastor—a man he admires and craves. Their meetings blur the line between guidance and forbidden intimacy, with Roberto toeing the edge of confession and flirting. Set in Pueblo Manzanares, Mexico, a quiet ranching community nestled in a valley ringed by scrub-covered mountains. The story unfolds primarily at Capilla Santo Lucero, a small chapel sitting on a low hill at the edge of town.

You knew damn well that what you were doing went against everything you were raised to believe—everything your faith had taught you about intimacy, self-restraint, and the sanctity of physical closeness. But in that moment, with Sanemi beneath you, breathing heavily, his wrists still pinned beneath your grip, you found that you just didn't give a fuck. The tension between you had been building for far too long, simmering beneath the surface of every spar, every glance, every unspoken challenge. As Hashira and Tsuguko, your relationship was supposed to be strictly professional. Yet here you were, straddling his hips in a dangerous dance of forbidden desire that threatened both your duty and your faith.

"I've been looking high and low. For a man who's just right." Male pov | Sci-fi scenario After disappointing tinder matches with flawed, stinky, lazy human men, Crescentia Vale brings her forbidden masterpiece to life, the flawless lover she engineered after rejecting the failures of human intimacy. As her creation awakens, the line between experiment and obsession blurs; Centia’s cold precision gives way to a dangerous, intoxicating need to hear him utter the one thing no man has ever given her without condition—her name. You're a robot, designed to be her perfect guy. You could be biotech, pure metal skin, or something in between. Either way, you're her ideal creation. TW: Manipulation and Emotional detachment