TABOO

Author’s NoteWelcome to TABOO. This collection explores desires that live in the shadows—the ones we’re told to ignore, suppress, or never speak of. Each story is meant to be intense, provocative, and unapologetically indulgent. These are works of fiction created for entertainment. The characters, scenarios, and relationships portrayed are not meant to reflect real-life guidance or moral standards, but rather to explore fantasy in a safe and controlled space. If you choose to step into this world, do so with an open mind. And remember… some fantasies are best left on the page. Content Warning: This collection contains explicit sexual content and explores deeply taboo and morally complex fantasies. Readers can expect themes involving power, control, forbidden attraction, and boundary-pushing relationships that are not suitable for all audiences. All scenarios are fictional and intended for mature readers (18+) only. If you’re looking for safe, traditional romance—this is not

The ride back to the apartment was reckless.Jake sped through the streets like he had something to prove, one hand gripping the wheel while the other fisted my hair, guiding my mouth over his cock.I should’ve been scared.We could’ve crashed.Died.But I wasn’t thinking about any of that.Not when I had him in my mouth.Not when he was groaning under his breath, his grip tightening as I took him deeper, my lips stretched around him, my tongue dragging along his length.“Fuck… Janny,” he muttered, his voice strained.The car jerked slightly as he sped through a turn, but he didn’t slow down.And somehow—We made it back.Alive.The moment the door shut behind us, Jake was on me.His mouth crashed against mine, hungry, desperate, like he couldn’t wait another second. I moaned into the kiss, my arms wrapping around his shoulders as he backed me into the wall.Hard.His hand slipped under my dress, gripping my ass, squeezing like he’d been waiting years to touch me like this.“Mm…” I ga

It was on a Monday when my English professor told me I’d be going home with him for the weekend since I was his GTA.I didn’t argue. Instead, I welcomed the change.He lived pretty far out in the city, and since I was already planning to visit my parents, I figured—why not? I’d stay at his place for the weekend so we could work on the English project together, then leave for my family’s house on Sunday.Easy.That Friday morning, the drive was long, but we eventually arrived at his house.My professor’s wife—a beautiful redhead I later learned was named Angelique—greeted us at the door. She kissed her husband on the cheek and helped him with his bag while I followed them inside.She welcomed me warmly, asking if I needed anything.“I just need some rest after the drive,” I said politely.I glanced around the house, hoping to catch a glimpse of his daughter. I knew he had one—there was a framed picture of her and his wife in his office.Then I heard footsteps.A petite redhea

Every girl wanted to fuck Professor Hamilton. Including me. He was the new substitute lecturer for Advanced Sexual Relations, and for a man who taught sex for a living… I had no doubt he knew exactly what he was doing. He was pure sex. From the way his tight slacks hugged his toned legs—and the faint, sinful outline beneath them—to the way his custom-made dress shirts clung perfectly to his broad shoulders and hard chest. Tall. Handsome. Sharp. Too fucking attractive for a professor. And young too. Thirty. The first day I met him, I was late. The class schedule had changed—from 10 a.m. to 8 a.m.—and of course, I hadn’t gotten the memo. When I pushed open the double doors, the entire class turned to look at me. But I only saw him. And when our eyes met? God. My body reacted instantly. “Late,” he said, his voice firm, controlled. “I don’t tolerate tardiness.” I swallowed, heat rising up my neck as I mumbled an apology. “Take your seat.” His blue eyes followed me all t

He groaned, low and rough, curses slipping past his lips as his hips rolled, pushing deeper into my mouth. My eyes watered as he hit the back of my throat. Breathing became difficult, but I didn’t pull away. I took him, relaxing around him, letting him move, letting him use my mouth the way he wanted. That only seemed to push him further. “Fuck…” he muttered. Then suddenly, he pulled out. I gasped softly, catching my breath as I looked up at him—my makeup already smudged, my lips swollen. He smiled down at me. Dark. Satisfied. “Get up,” he said. “Bend over the desk.” The command sent a shiver through me. I stood immediately, pushing my dress up as I bent over his desk, my hands braced against it. I barely had a second— Before his fingers were inside me. I bit my lip, pressing my chest against the surface as he pushed deeper. “You’re so tight,” he groaned behind me. His fingers moved faster, curling just right, hitting that spot that made my knees weaken instantly. My