All Chapters of Fifty Shades Of Taboo: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

FELIX I have always had this crazy fantasy of wanting to be caught while having sex. You know, out in the open, where people could see and hear as some strong hands grip my hips and a thick cock slams into my ass, hard and fast till I’m moaning and coming like I want to pass out. Something about the risk just does something to me. Judge me all you want. Scrunch your noses. I don’t care. Human beings are sexual creatures and I must make a valid point: No one is innocent. At some point in life, you’ve had that secret fantasy you’d never want to tell anyone, not even your partner—if you have any—because you thought they’d see you differently. Perv. Freak. My name is Felix. I’m 5'6, dirty blond hair, forest green eyes with a skinny body but with a catch. A fat ass! The kind girls wish they had and guys can’t stop staring at. I’m fem but not over-the-top fem. Just somewhere in between. And because of my skinny, hairless stature, I’m considered a twink through and through. Though I’ve kin

FELIX“Good boy. Now suck my balls.”I lowered my mouth, taking both of his heavy balls between my lips. FuckThey were huge—massive, swollen—and the sharp, intoxicating scent of skin and pubes flooded my senses as I licked and sucked them gently while he stroked himself above me, grunting my name the way I’d been dying to hear. His grip on my hair tightened and I felt his thighs tense against my cheek. He was losing control. And I wanted him to.When he finally pulled me up, I was dizzy, lips swollen from all the kissing and sucking, bra straps slipped down my shoulders. I directed him to the bedroom where he bent me over the edge of the bed, my back arched with a practiced ease, ass in the air, still clad in those damp panties.He pulled them down slowly, deliberately, savoring the moment as the soft fabric dragged across my skin before tossing them aside.“God damn,” he breathed. “Look at that fat little ass. You've been working on this for me?”“Yes, Sir,” I whispered into the s

JORDAN It all started in my freshman year at college, the first long weekend my roommate left. I wasn’t the social butterfly in college. Wasn’t the type that liked hanging out and making friends. While my mates spent more than an unhealthy amount of their time on weekends attending parties that didn’t matter, concerts, or one campus game or another, I spent mine in my room, on my bed, scrolling through hookup apps like they were morning news. My roommate packs his bags on Thursday night, and by Friday afternoon, he’s gone, leaving me in the company of the ticking clock and dripping tap from the kitchen. He thinks I spend those weekends catching up on sleep, grinding through my architectural assignments, ordering Thai food, rewatching the same shows twice. He didn’t know I was out online looking for a way to satisfy my dirty, dark secret. I don’t have anything against these hookup apps. It’s just that they come with faces, names, and small talk. These men wanted to know everyth

JORDAN My heart raced with excitement like none other. It was as though they were inside my head all along thinking the same thing I was. As I landed on the body beneath me, I straddled his waist and braced a palm against his chest—thick pecs, matted with hairs. I loved hairs on a man’s body. They were tickly to touch and showed a certain maturity. He was so hairy that I don’t think I’d ever touched anything hairier. While my left hand was pressed against his chest I used my right to guide his straight pole dick into my hole. It slid in easily since it was already wet and gaping from nearly an hour of nonstop pounding. Once his length was inside, I placed both hands on his chest, ready to start riding and bouncing on it when I felt a presence mount me from behind, dark and looming. A generous amount of lube was poured over my ass. I could feel the cold thick liquid sliding down my crack to meet the cock already buried inside me. I felt it drip over his shaft, coating both o

JORDANOnce my mom was out of earshot, I didn’t even need to say it before Miles emerged from the bathroom. He was still naked, his cock swinging heavily between his thighs as he walked up to me as if nothing happened. And you know the worst part? The sight of his cock was turning on me again. It looked kinda big even though he wasn’t hard.But no. I refused to give in to that feeling. Not now that I was in some serious trouble. “Oh please put on some clothes,” I said, turning away from him.He scoffed, and I couldn’t help glance back, catching the smirking spreading across his face. “What difference does it make when we’ve already fucked?”His words made my face tighten with annoyance. I placed the Tupperware on the study table and turned back to him, my arms crossed against my chest as I pinned him with a hard stare.“So, start talking.”“Start talking?” He laughed. “You should be the one talking. What were you thinking when you decided to turn our apartment into some fucking sex