All Chapters of Fifty Shades Of Taboo: Chapter 21 - Chapter 29

MARKMy name is Mark. I’m 42 and I like to think I’ve got my life together—at least enough to drag myself out of bed every morning for a quick run—fifteen minutes, minimal. But when I’m all pumped up and ready to risk it all, I go a full-on 30 minutes and after, fall in the middle of the road and let my lungs breathe out fire as I suffer the consequences. All these so that I don’t end up like those dudes with beer bellies and zero stamina.I live downtown in a big west coast city, the kind with glass buildings, overpriced coffee, and just enough greenery to convince you you’re living a “balanced lifestyle.”I like to particularly run in the downtown corridor. It’s busy, alive, but during the summer, it can get unbearably hot. So, when I go for a run, I ditch my regular underwear and go for a thong instead.Yeah, you heard right!A thong.Before you start running your mouth to judge, hear me out first. It’s practical—less fabric, less heat, less discomfort. Besides, I’ve never actuall

MARK“Stay just like that,” Ginger added, his tone sharper and more commanding. “Don’t move unless we tell you to.”I swallowed a hard dry lump, nodding faithfully. My heart pounded and I arched my back even more to perfect that doggy position, thighs spread wider than natural, leaving my crack more exposed than ever. As much as I could, I wanted to impress them, give them an experience of their lifetime so that they’ll know that I was better than the bitches they fucked in the past. Reaching back, I yanked my shorts down just enough to expose my black thong string buried in my crack. Latino whistled. He slapped my ass cheek, and I pulled forward on instinct, biting my lip to stifle a wince as the sting burned into my flesh. He hooked a finger under my thong string and pulled it back before leaving it. It snapped against my hole—another sting of pain, making me yelp. “Damn! This old slut’s ass is all smooth, shaved, and ready. Bet he greases it up every morning hoping for this.”W

JOE I got fed up while waiting. I mean what sort of person leaves his best friend hanging this long? For goodness’s sake, it’s almost an hour now of me waiting. What the fuck, Jake!! I silently fumed, pacing the living room floor, trying not to get any madder than I already was. I tried calling him but every call kept going straight to voicemail. Eventually, his line became completely unreachable. Hissing under my breath, I ran a hand through my hair in gnawing frustration. I couldn’t believe Jake could do this to me after all the plans we made for the weekend. I’d been looking forward to his hangout this week. We were supposed to binge-watch a new zombie apocalypse series and check out the gaming house that just opened, you know, unwind after the week’s school stress. But now I was stuck in his house, alone, with nothing but the ticking clock and my own restless thoughts. And those thoughts, lately, had been anything but innocent. They revolved around one person. One face

JOEIt was not a tentative kiss nor was it frantic. It was confident, controlled, a declaration of intent. At first, I was taken aback by the unfamiliar feeling, unsure of how to respond. But seconds after I recovered myself, I kissed him back with just as much longing. His lips parted mine, and his tongue slid inside tasting me, exploring the part of me his other senses couldn’t reach. He tasted of mint and something sweeter, and his mouth was warm and alive against mine.I let out a sound I didn’t recognize, a groan, a whimper, and my hands found his waist, pulling him flush against me.He broke the kiss just long enough to scrape his lips down my jaw, along my chin, to the side of my neck. He inhaled there and I shuddered, his breath soothingly warm against my skin. He pressed his mouth to the sensitive spot below my ear, licking, sucking, until I was sure he’d leave a mark.“Adrian…” I breathed, my fingers digging into his hips.He hummed in approval, his hands moving to undo the

JOEMy jaw dropped. I blinked at him, trying to make sense of what he’d just said.“How…? when…?” The questions tumbled out from my lips, but none of them made it all the way out. My mind was a tangled mess. A thousand and one questions raced through it, but none of them seemed to form properly.Realizing I couldn’t connect the dots no matter how hard I tried, I let out a frustrated sigh and fell back onto the bed.Seeing how overwhelmed I was, Adrian sat beside me on the bed. He placed a warm palm on my thigh as if to calm me. It was a small gesture but I had to admit it brought some comfort to my frazzled nerves.“He found out a few days ago,” he explained. “It’s not like I sat him down and told him straight on. Jake’s smart and way too observant. He figured it out on his own, and when he asked me about it, I couldn’t bring myself to lie.“Honestly, I thought he wouldn’t approve of it, considering your friendship and everything. I thought he would get mad and tell me to stay away