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TABOO:BATION ā 50 SHADES OF FORBIDDEN SHORTSĀ Ā Ā AUNT CLARA IS HOT!
I thrust faster, harder, angling my shaft upward to hit the exact spot that made her cry out. A dragged-out, trembling sound vibrated through her chest as she thrashed beneath me, her legs flying up, wrapping tight around my waist.āOooh, Joe,ā she moaned.Suddenly, right in the middle of the intense encounter, the movement stopped. Claraās hands went flat against my sweating shoulders. With a sudden, cold strength, she pushed herself backward away from me, breaking the connection entirely.I stumbled forward slightly, my bare feet slipping on the floorboards as I gasped for air. The sudden loss of her heat felt like a freezing blade against my skin. My length hung in the air, fully erect, throbbing violently and leaking heavily in the moonlight. I was shaking, my teeth grinding from the pure agony of being cut off right at the edge of my release.Clara didn't hesitate. She stood up straight right there in the middle of the room, stepping off the edge of the oak table. Her face wasn't
TABOO:BATION ā 50 SHADES OF FORBIDDEN SHORTSĀ Ā Ā AUNT CLARA IS HOT!
I am Joe. I have been with my parents for the past twenty years, but today I was moving to a new place: Aunt Clara's house. She lives alone. I was glad because this would be the only time I could satisfy my urges without being questioned or interrupted.Hours later, I arrived at Aunt Claraās house. She is my mother's younger sister and lives completely alone in a large, quiet house surrounded by thick woods.Clara greeted me at the door. She is thirty-five years old, tall, with wide hips and long, dark hair. She looked at me with a strange, heavy expression in her eyes.āYou're so grown now, Joe. Wow. Make yourself at home. I am heading out for a bit, so the house is yours.āShe didn't wait for my reply; she just drove off.Hours passed. The sun went down completely. The house became dark and freezing cold. The wood in the walls creaked from the dropping temperature. Aunt Clara was still not back.The isolation made the itch under my skin grow into a raging fire. My trousers felt too
TABOO:BATION ā 50 SHADES OF FORBIDDEN SHORTSĀ Ā Ā SEX LESSONS IN THE ALTER OF HESSEY
"I didn't wash my hands," I murmured, stepping into her space until our chests almost touched. The heat coming off her naked skin was incredible. "I smelled you all day."She let out a soft, needy whimper and reached out. Her small hands grabbed my waist, her fingers digging deep into my flesh, pulling me hard against her. The feeling of my hard shaft pressing flat against her soft, smooth belly made me groan out loud. She was already slick. I could feel the wetness from her center smearing against the base of my stomach."No more practice," she choked out, her lips brushing my chin as she tilted her head back. "The book said to surrender. Take everything, Julian. Break me."I grabbed her under her thighs. They were soft, hot, and trembling violently. I lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs tight around my waist, locking me between her hips. I carried her the two steps to the oak table and slammed her back onto it. The heavy wood groaned under our weight.āAhā¦ Julianā¦ yesā¦āShe thra
TABOO:BATION ā 50 SHADES OF FORBIDDEN SHORTSĀ Ā Ā SEX LESSONS IN THE ALTER OF HESSEY
The dawn bells rang like iron hammers hitting my skull. The heavy, metallic vibration woke me from a dream full of Beatriceās wet heat and high, broken moans. I sat up in my freezing stone cell, my skin still sensitive and almost bruised from where her fingers had clawed into my shoulders in the dark. I dragged my body out of bed. I pulled the scratchy, gray woolen robe over my head. It felt rougher than usual against my skin today. My body remembered the feeling of being bare. It remembered her. By the time the sun crawled over the stone walls of the Citadel, I was standing in the grand courtyard. Hundreds of us stood in perfectly straight lines, like rows of gravestones. As a scribe, my place was near the center, surrounded by men with the same ink-stained fingers and hollow eyes. The morning wind blew hard, biting into my face, but I barely felt the cold. My mind was trapped in the deep basement. I kept seeing the way her thighs looked in the candlelightāglistening, soft, and dri
TABOO:BATION ā 50 SHADES OF FORBIDDEN SHORTSĀ Ā Ā SEX LESSONS IN THE ALTER OF HESSEY
The freezing chill of the basement archive completely disappeared as I stepped into her space. The shared danger made the air between us feel hot, thick, and electric. Slowly, deliberately, I reached out and placed my bare hand directly over hers on top of the ancient book.I felt her take a sudden, sharp breath. Her skin was electric under my palm, but she didn't pull away."Look at the script, Beatrice," I murmured, staring straight into her dark eyes. "This isn't a prayer for the soul. It's an invitation for the flesh.""Show me," she choked out, her fingers digging into the muscles of my arms. "Please. Teach me."I reached for the collar of my tunic and pulled it, tearing the cheap fabric at the seams. I pulled the scratchy wool over my head and dropped it into the dark. Beatrice reached down, sliding her own gray dress off her shoulders, letting it fall until she stood entirely bare before me in the flickering candlelight.She was beautiful, soft, and trembling. My eyes traveled
TABOO:BATION ā 50 SHADES OF FORBIDDEN SHORTSĀ Ā Ā SEX LESSONS IN THE ALTER OF HESSEY
I am Julian. For twenty-six years, this village has tried to turn me into a ghost.Look at my hands. My fingers are permanently stained with a deep, ugly blue ink that never washes off. That is the mark of the scribe caste. They dress me in a heavy robe made of undyed wool that scratches against my skin every time I breathe. They put me at a cold stone desk and tell me to write down numbers and names in massive ledger books until my eyes ache. They tell me my mind must stay quiet. They tell me my body belongs to the state, not to me.But that's their fucking business. Our village lives under one cruel law: āDesire is a sickness of the weak; duty is the health of the whole.āEvery single morning, the iron bells ring out across the Citadel. The sound forces me out of bed and into the open courtyard with everyone else. We have to stand in perfectly straight lines in the freezing morning air, repeating the Vows of Sobriety like robots. Nobody smiles. Nobody laughs. If you talk to your ne
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