Asstr Taboo Novels & Stories

“Please… you seriously cannot be this stupid, but I suppose you can’t have the looks and body of a Goddess and expect to have brains too. A condom isn’t only used as a source of contraception, it’s used to protect yourself from getting a Sexually Transmitted Infection.” I stare at Ava with disbelief blazing in my eyes, and it’s evident that what Tobias had said about her using a Turkey baster is true. I don’t know what kind of crap Is lodged in her G****e search engines history, but I’m confident it’s loaded with some really blonde questions that would make anyone question her I. Q status. “You used a Turkey baster, didn’t you? Because I know for a fact that Tobias wouldn’t sleep with you.”

Ashley's POV: My dad looks so confused but not that angry I expected him to be. "Anne, are you serious right now? I didn't say I'm going to leave you. This kind of stuff is called language stay." I try to explain it to my mom. Now my dad starts to glance at me like I'm used to. My mom wasn't that good of a secret keeper but she held it longer than I thought. "And why do you want to do this?" My dad snaps.

′ Kartika explained calmly. “I”m not a weirdo! Anyway, why”s Wibu (AKA WEEABOO, the one who is interested in Japanese stuff like anime, figurine, hentai, and such. It”s called Otaku in Japan and considered trash. If Otaku is trash, so WEEABOO is the lowest class in society.)? Doki-Doki is weird enough and now”s Wibu. The ancestors are weirdos in every way! ′ Alfi said irritated.

No one would ever think she's a virgin. "but you masturbate. I've seen you..." Aleesha starts but gets cut of by Lash. "shush! The walls have ears. I can masturbate but that doesn't count. I can never get intimate with a man if I want all this tsubbu {sorcery} to work. Kinsan aikin namu sai da dokoki {you know our work needs rules}." Laush laughs again. She has been doing a lot of laughing since she took her first glass of wine.

* Lara felt a tremor run through her entire body. Calleb raised his hand. He did not touch her face. Instead, his fingers hovered near her neck, almost touching the skin, tracing the line of her dress's neckline in the air, a centimeter above the fabric. It was a gesture of possession more intimate and terrifying than any grip. "Do you understand now?" His voice was a thread of cutting silk. "There is no Tiago. There is no party. There is no normality. There is the work. And there is this. Our understanding. Everything else is background noise."

I’m going to die. “What am I?” More dangerous this time. More obsessive. “My Taboo step-daddy!” I cry out as cum rips from my cock, painting the sheets, my belly, and his scarred face. “Eat my fucking ass!” And he does. Hard, animalistic. Like cock tearing through a hole. Tristan’s mouth feeds on my ass, tongue lashing my swollen buds, and his teeth—sweet infant satan—those teeth should be banned. “So tight. So—-

I scoffed. “Yes, why?” he asked flatly. “You’re asking ‘why’? What in a world will a normal human think celebrating the day you were born is some sort of that taboo… You know what… fuck you and your damn ass religion,” I yelled. “May my god forgive you…” he replied, his voice low. My beard sparked instantly. “If you think you can constantly rage bait me with your damn small talk, then think you’re winning… well you’re right. But fuck you, Des!!”

’ he asked, his breath warm against my ear, lips close enough that I shivered, his hands starting to move, soaping up a washcloth with slow, deliberate motions. I nodded, leaning into him, feeling his heartbeat against my back, steady but quickening, and the hard length of his cock pressing firmer against my ass now, trapped between us in the water. ‘Mmm, yeah, Daddy. It feels nice having you here like this.’ My words were honest, laced with the desire bubbling up, and I arched my back just a little, grinding subtly against him, testing, my mind screaming with how wrong but how good it felt, the taboo of it making everything dirtier, hotter.

He had dark, piercing eyes and a confident, easy smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, a smile that was a mask for a predator. “Emma,” Mr. Carter said, his voice cold, devoid of any emotion. “This is Mr. Dubois. He’s an associate of mine.” “Enchanté,” Mr. Dubois said, his voice a smooth, French-accented purr. He took her hand and kissed it, his lips lingering on her skin a little too long, his eyes scanning her body with an open, predatory gaze that made her feel naked, even fully clothed. “Emma is my… assistant,” Mr. Carter said, the word “assistant” dripping with a dark, possessive meaning, a clear warning to the other man. He was staking his claim, marking his territory.

As though he was at a loss for words, Mike shrugged his shoulder. What just happened was above his imagination. "Will she be dead?" Noah continued. Mike raised his eyebrows, knowing that this could actually be a possibility and replied calmly, "Maybe." "There wasn't any relapse of his condition this time, isn't it? Do you think he is recovered?" Noah was quite surprised. Even Mike nodded in agreement. "I hope so" They stood there looking bewildered, and Mike was prepared to bolt inside the moment Robert made a move. After all, getting touched by a woman was his boss's greatest taboo.