Amateur Taboo Novels & Stories

This touch will not be of a sexual nature, but instrumental. "'It will not be of a sexual nature,'" Lara read the phrase in a low voice, a mix of relief and confusion in her tone. "Power," explained Calleb, as if reading her thoughts, "is the greatest of aphrodisiacs. The excitement you feel is for power, Lara, not for me. I am merely your channel, your conductor. To confuse the two is a fatal error. Touch is a tool to test limits, to teach about vulnerability and control. Nothing more."

he ordered, irritated that she left him hard and aching and there was nothing he could do about it. Even jacking off was a crime now. Nothing that might encourage or lead to sex was permitted, as the country simply couldn't handle the burden of more children. “You’re a dirty, little cock tease who will always have a horny pussy. Why aren't you like the normal girls who control themselves?" he snarled.

I moaned, trembling, my body slick, my pussy still throbbing around him. He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear, whispering filthy commands as he gripped us both in his hands. “This is the unholiest thing you’ll ever feel… and you’re going to crave every second of it.” My body quaked at the thought. This wasn’t just sex… this was taboo, raw, and filthy, and I wanted every second. Every rough thrust, every cruel touch, every filthy word from him.

"But that's exactly what makes us keep going. The forbidden, the taboo... and you." The taboo of their age difference, the forbidden intimacy of their relationship, the risk of being discovered—all of it mixed with pleasure, making every moment more intense, more exciting, more impossible to resist. They remained there, entwined, sweaty bodies, warm skin, racing hearts, aware that this total surrender would change everything forever.

A dangerous part of me. Because no matter how absurd Ryan’s confession was, the warmth in his voice, the raw conviction in his words… it was intoxicating. And I—I, who had long forgotten what it felt like to be adored—felt something in return. I shoved the thought away. It was useless to dwell on. I wasn’t doing anything inappropriate with Ryan. There was nothing between us beyond the lines of professionalism, so there was no reason to entertain this madness. Besides, I had far bigger problems waiting for me at home.

[ AMAYA ] I sat quietly in the gazebo, the cool evening air doing absolutely nothing to cool the sudden, fierce heat spreading beneath my skin. Just a few feet away, the two most powerful and breathtaking men in the entire pack were locked in a tense discussion about the rogues that had been terrorizing our borders. One of them was my mate. The other... was the Alpha.

Honestly it was a twisted feeling going on in my mind right now, do I want him as a father or I just wanted him to do the things I had seen in videos to me. My screen was flooded with videos. Humans called it taboo but were still practicing it. I saw a post filled with so many rules about who could love whom and whose eyes were allowed to wander. Honestly I didn't care if it was a taboo or sin. I wasn't human entirely, so I was not binded to this rule. Beside after making me look hideous the least my mum could do for me was to give me her husband right. I know I lacked morals, but don't forget I am not like everyone, I am special. Suddenly a thought dropped in my mind. It was a dark, wild th

Pamela's eyes danced with amusement. "That makes me, Daphne and Brielle incest," I pointed out. "Amazons don't have an incest taboo," Pamela retorted. Duh. They are all women – no chance of seven fingered, Cyclops babies. "Ah...women, misunderstanding and pain – Buffy, would you check out Quebec and see if I'm still wanted in that province for bestiality. It could be important later," I commanded. "Bestiality?" only one woman failed to mutter, sputter or exclaimed.

Author’s Note: This story does not contain incest. The relationship between the male lead and female lead may appear close due to the "uncle" title, but there is no blood relation between them. The use of "uncle" is symbolic, based on long-standing family friendship. This story focuses on emotional tension, slow-burn romance, and forbidden love—but not between blood relatives. so let's begin (Lara's pov) “Lara, listen to me,” my mom’s voice was gentle but firm as she stood by the door. “You need to promise me something.”

His voice was thick with lust making me adjust on my heels. “Alright. Let's have a chat. Leave the clothes on the floor.” He said pointing towards a chair in front of him. “Do you have a certain kink you gravitate to?” He asked when I sat down. “I enjoy many different things… like threesome, bisexual, anal, taboo.” “Taboo?” He cleared his throat. “What do you consider as taboo?” “I don't know… cheating housewives, step siblings, age gaps.” He smiled adorably as if the thought of indulging in this is cute. Then his smile dropped. And he's back to business. “Show me how you masturbate.”