All Chapters of Forbidden Love Stories: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Clark was tired as soon as he released, he was panting heavily when he collapsed on top of Ashley, his load on top of her stomach because she asked him not to release inside of her. She did not want to feel his load inside her. He was asleep as soon as he collapsed so Ashley pushed him off slowly and put a blanket on top of him. She didn’t know what to do now, and she wasn’t drowsy, so she decided to go on a tour herself. After cleaning herself up in the grand washroom, which was as big as her bedroom, she put some clothes of Clark’s on, because her own dress wasn’t comfortable at all. She moved around the room as quietly as possible so as not to disturb Clark, who was snoring away. She left the room tiptoeing. She started wandering around the massive building, looking at all the paintings that coated the walls. Most of them belonged to Clark and a woman, who Ashley assumed was his late wife. She was gorgeous. So gorgeous that even Ashley paled in comparison. They both stood in th

Hector could see Mary slipping away from his fingertips. He had a feeling their marriage wouldn’t last long. They hadn’t even had a proper conversation in so long, and whenever they did it would end in a fight. He was sure she was cheating by now, but he couldn’t say anything to her because he had been doing the same, for more than a month. He had gone out with his friends one day and they had taken him to one of the strip clubs. There he met Jasmine, a stripper who was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Mary paled in comparison to her. Jasmine had done a lap dance for him, and he was mesmerized by every inch, every move of hers. It was like she was a siren, calling out to him, enchanting him to fall in love with her. “You’re very handsome,” Jasmine had complimented him, and he hadn’t felt so good about himself in so long, “are you married,” she asked him. “Yes,” he replied in a tiny voice. “Then what are you doing here?” she asked him, genuinely curious. “I don’t know,”

A human being’s life involves love, marriage, kids, the kids’ marriage, old age, and then death. But some human beings don’t get to experience a stage or two. For example, some people never get married. And if they do, they don’t have kids. Both things could be by choice or natural, but every human being wants these things. Life feels meaningless without them. The latter was the case for Mark and Alisha. They had been married for five years but couldn’t bear a baby. Naturally. It’s not like they hadn’t been trying. Alisha was pressurized every day by the people around her to have a baby, as if she had a say in it, which she didn’t. Things that happen naturally are in no one’s control. All you can do is try. “I love you so much, Mark,” Alisha said as she kissed Mark with all her love. Their lips moved in sync and their tongues danced together. Mark was as hard as a rock already; he had been since he saw Alisha in the sexiest lingerie he had ever seen; a fishnet stocking that covere

Saleema was a twenty-year-old girl in a Desi family. As Desi's family rules go, she was supposed to get married soon to a guy probably 10 years older than her. She was starting to get worried about her looming fate, as she and her boyfriend were out on a date. She wanted to marry Sikander, her boyfriend, but she knew her parents would never agree. Sikander was only 3 years older than her, and she had a good understanding of him. She did not want to marry an old stranger. And if they knew she had a boyfriend, no one would want to marry her. Saleema and Sikander were at the movies, watching the latest romantic movie at their request of Saleema. They were sitting in a corner seat, where it was mostly dark, and not many people were in the seats around them. Saleema was engrossed completely in the movie when Sikander held her hand that was resting on the armrest. Saleema immediately got distracted by the small electric shocks that ran through her body every time Sikander touched her. Sh

We’ve lived in this place for as long as I remembered. I was born in this house. This has been my home. But now we were moving. To a different city altogether. I was sad but also excited to see a new city. Nineteen years was a long time in a single city and the opportunities and people that the new city would bring had me captivated. “Did you pack up all your things?” Mom asked me as she walked by my room. “Yes, mom,” I told her. I had been packing since last night so I wouldn’t leave a single thing behind. Almost 7 boxes were filled up from all the stuff I owned. I heard the new house we were moving into is bigger than this one, so hopefully, I would have enough space left over even after placing the stuff from these 7 boxes. I was a hoarder of books. 3 of these 7 boxes were just books I owned. I would buy books, read some of them, and never give them away. I wouldn’t want to miss even a single one. We were off at about 10 A.M. in the morning. We were supposed to arrive by 6 P