All Chapters of HOUSE OF TABOOS(erotica shorts): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

There was only one thing Willow liked about the Christmas season, and it wasn’t that goddamn Mariah Carey song. Of course, everyone hated that song, but that didn’t stop it from reappearing every November on radio stations and overhead shopping mall music. It was every bit as regular a visitor as Willow’s period and probably even more depressing and painful. Willow also didn’t like the holiday's consumerism, the way it drove ordinary people to spend all their money on pointless gifts while treating underpaid retail workers like shit. She didn’t care for the weather that accompanied Christmastime in this part of the country, either. Everyone seemed to yearn for a white Christmas, like in the song that wasn’t quite as awful as that goddamn Mariah Carey song. While Willow had nothing against snow in and of itself, she hated being cold. The only thing Willow liked about Christmas was flirting with all the hot dads who brought their kids to see Santa Claus. Willow’s husband, Greg, didn

Willow looked past Daisy Lynn to the box and noticed something she hadn’t on her first glance: it had holes cut into it. There were multiple holes on the two sides she could see, and she assumed there were more on the other sides. A small stepladder sat next to it, as if to allow someone to climb into the box. She should have turned around and left, she knew that. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what the holes in the box were for or what kind of entertainment the Backwoods girl thought Willow was. Despite her lack of satisfaction in her sex life and being horny as hell right now, Willow was not an unfaithful wife. She’d never once thought about actually cheating on Greg. But. She was pissed at him, and he hadn’t given her the attention she deserved. Not for a long time, anyway. And the more she thought about leaving, about being a good girl and not breaking her marriage vows, the more she thought about the look Greg had in his eyes when they were talking about Beth. About the

Wait,” Ethan said. “What is this?” “She’s my wife,” Greg said. “My second wife.” “Yeah, I’m not getting drawn into your games again, Greg,” Ethan said. “I should go.” “What are you talking about?” Willow asked. “What’s he talking about, Greg?” “Beth sleeping with me was his idea in the first place,” Ethan explained. “Some kind of hotwife kink. He couldn’t handle it because he thought she liked me better, so he asked for a divorce.” “What?” Willow said. “She didn’t leave you?” “No,” Greg said, looking away. “But that doesn’t change anything. He still stole her from me. I just made it official.” Willow got up on her knees and crawled to Ethan. She was aware of Greg’s intense stare but ignored it. “Please, Ethan,” Willow said in her best pouty voice. “All I want for Christmas is to come, and no one’s made that happen yet.” “Not even your husband?” Ethan asked. “Especially not him,” Willow said. “Not today, and not for a long time.” “Willow, stop this,” Greg pleaded. “That’s a

I opened my eyes and felt completely awake and refreshed. That’s not something I was used to these days, with all the overtime I put in at my job to try to make ends meet. It seemed like I always woke up still tired, no matter how much sleep I got. I was so stunned by the strange feeling of alertness, it took me a moment to realize I wasn’t in my bed anymore. Open skies and a grassy field had replaced my crappy apartment. And I was directly under a rainbow. I realized I was dreaming — I must have been, right? — but I struggled with making myself believe it. It didn’t feel like a dream, but I can’t articulate precisely why I felt that way. Everything just seemed more real than any dream I’d ever had, including those that I had previously thought felt real. I could smell, for one thing. I don’t remember ever smelling anything in a dream before. But now I smelled fresh air, and I mean actual fresh air, which you don’t get even in a small city like where I live. I smelled the grass ar

“That’s a lot of leprechauns,” Oscar said. My heart thudded in my chest as I tried to imagine what “tasks” this group of magical beings might have in store for me. “Normally, we leprechauns are a solitary bunch,” Maddox said. Lowering his voice, he said, “We don’t like each other very much, truth be told. The only time you’ll find us gathered is if we’re going to reward a human with a pot of gold. “Wait a minute,” Oscar said. “She has to fuck all of these... people to get the gold?” Maddox laughed. “Maybe not,” he said. “Some of them may choose her mouth or hands.” “What about my ass?” I asked, wondering if leprechaun cock would make anal sex completely painless the way it did the vaginal variety. “Ryan!” Oscar said. “You’ve never even let me do that!” “You don’t have a magical cock,” I said. “In any sense of the word.” Maddox laughed that laugh again. “Are you ready?” he asked. “No,” I said, laughing. “But let’s do it anyway.” I started crawling toward the lines of leprecha