Amateur Taboo Novels & Stories

Our bodies said everything. “I love you,” Frank said suddenly. “Not just this. I love being with you.” My heart swelled. “I love you too,” I whispered. “More than I should.” We talked about our feelings. It was more than sex. We connected deep. He understood me. I made him feel young and alive. The taboo made it stronger. But it also made it scary. The next day we took more risks. Mom went to the store. We had thirty minutes. I sucked him in the kitchen. On the counter. I took him deep while he sat on a chair. Then he bent me over the table and fucked me. We came together fast.

I waved back, feeling Tyler’s cum still leaking down my thighs. **Be warned.** This doesn’t just seduce you. It ruins you for anyone else. For any future. For any hope of a normal life next door. Once you cross that fence… there’s no going back.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

My body’s still buzzing from earlier, from his words, my touch. “We both have fantasies we tell each other but hide from the real world,” he adds. “Let’s make each other happy, tick some boxes on that fantasy list.” He’s right, and I hate it. We’re alike, both craving something wild, something secret. But that doesn’t mean it’s safe. What if we meet and it’s a disaster? What if he’s not what I expect—or worse, what if I’m not? I stare at the screen, torn. “I’ll think about it. Goodnight,” I type, shutting it down.

"Think! If I close my eyes, I may miss my target. I know men have no control of their sperm direction when they ejaculate." "Gee, pumpkin, you know a lot for someone who has never had a boyfriend." "Dad, I didn't ask you to humiliate me. That taboo you mention is merely a convention of society. What is the problem with me seeing your damn cock if you're my father?" "Well, I'm not sure, but what I do know is that you've cursed a lot, Annabelle. That's not nice language for an educated girl like you." "If you don't want me to swear, so stop pissing me off with your silly comments, daddy," she snapped showing her small teeth."

I clarified. Someone -- Abbie, I deduced from the proximity of her voice -- patted my head. "We'll record it. Sound good? And then after, we can rewatch. We'll eat your lil' snacky snacks and you can critique our technique. Like N*****x and chill, but with homemade porn." "Hashtag amateur, hashtag teen, hashtag barely legal," commented Cassie. "What? I'm not saying we should actually share it anywhere. Just fun thinking of yourself as part of an internet phenomenon. Oooh, like the cinnamon challenge! Remember that? Huh? Guys...?"

"Oh, baby. How were you supposed to know? I don't like to talk about it much, but I knew eventually, it would have to come out." I pulled back a little bit so I could look him in the eye. "I get it. I really do. Some areas of this are really hard for me because it's so… so taboo and so…so… naughty that I feel like I'm a whore." "But you're not! You're not doing anything wrong,"

I wasn’t supposed to touch myself. That was Daddy’s number one rule. And I broke it. Like the greedy, needy, disobedient little slut I am. I had my thighs wide open under the covers last night, thinking he wouldn’t notice. Thinking he wouldn’t hear my moans echoing off the walls while I pressed my fingers into my soaking cunt and whispered his name like a prayer. I thought I was quiet. I thought I got away with it. But Daddy doesn’t miss a thing.

“Why… what?” “Why haven’t you?” He leaned forward just a little. “Do you not like men? Aren’t you curious?” My entire face caught fire. Of course, I was! I mean, wasn’t everyone curious about their opposite gender at some point? Especially teenagers? But It was forbidden for me. I sucked in a sharp breath, gripping the hem of my hoodie. “I—I mean, I am… but it’s…” I hesitated. “…It’s a taboo,” I blurted.

“This Annie is also taking things too far. The story of Luna and Antaram clearly shows that these two people violated the taboo of the Paradise Club. The Paradise Club's superiors hate people who gossip the most, but they don't say they prohibit competition. Don't talk about Paradise Club, if you change it to another place then it's the same, what Annie said about Luna and Antaram are two different things." Annie stood in the corner, silently shaking her head. For people who want to die, she cannot advise them.