Best Taboo Site Novels & Stories

DAMON I am so completely fucked. Standing in Rob’s Alpha suite, surrounded by his scent and his authority, trying to will my cock to calm down after his daughter just pressed every single one of my buttons. When Rob called me last week and asked if I could stay at the estate while they dealt with Marcus’s rogue problem, I should have said no. Should have made up an excuse about pack business or territorial issues or literally anything else. But I didn’t. I said yes.

But wasn't that the appeal? Even Adam and Eve were tempted by the forbidden fruit and where did that lead them? Nowhere good, if Isis remembered correctly. Things were forbidden for a reason and just as his words conjured her arousal, her thoughts hindered them but it didn't stop her from answering truthfully. "No, I would never think of you in that light."

Not this particular act. "It’s... it’s taboo. It’s forbidden. They’re step-family, and they're… they're doing that?” I asked, pointing a finger in the direction of the inner studio. “I can't watch it anymore. I can't, I'm sorry. You can give me other punishments for me coming into your studio. I could wash, clean, do anything. Take my phones. But not that. I can't keep watching that taboo..." I rasped, the words falling free from my mouth. He didn't respond—not yet. He moved, walking slowly toward me, his presence filling the room, making me smaller than I already was. He didn't look angry, but still… he was every inch intimidating.

Tabitha stated, repositioning herself to talk to Blake, who sat on her bed. “So what’s your excuse?” Blake asked, looking at Tabby. “I’m reevaluating this person who we were looking to promote, but he has a very unique fetish that only came to light tonight,” Tabby said, placing her tablet to the side to conduct a conversation with Blake. “Oh? What fetish this rising star has, if I might ask?” Blake asked, almost knowing in his heart. “He loves pregnant women and becomes their subordinate in the presence of them,” Tabby said shyly.

Shockingly, the performers were all world renowned artists who rejoiced in being invited to the wedding. While the families were busy promoting the wedding as the event of the century, a 28 gigabyte compressed folder which contained a ton of incredible videos was being uploaded onto the largest legal overseas p*rn site. All of the videos were of a woman having sex with her face clearly shown. There were a variety of genres, ranging from normal sex to hardcore fetishes. Soon, the female lead was quickly being pointed out as Diana, the hot shot celebrity of Taadi. All 28 gigabytes of videos were of her having unscrupulous sex with all manner of subjects.

He went back upstairs and booted it up. He had picked his laptop up from the repair shop this morning. It wasn’t broken. Nick had wanted the guys to put more RAM in it. It had been sluggish as a snail. Nick got on the Internet and typed in the name of the website. He was taken aback when PlanetVoyeur.com’s warning page popped up. This site is for adults only. 18+ sexual visual material. “David, did you own a sex site?” Nick asked out loud. He clicked the, Yes, I’m Over 18, button.

Tonight, every night for a week and maybe days too. --- Tabby

" Deb asked. Sam sipped her coffee, put the cup down, "Reddit, and Motherlove.com." "Really?" I said, "I knew there were a lot of Reddits, but not that." Sam smiled, "Reddit has a lot of subs dealing with Incest." "Just talking about it?" Deb asked. "Well, some discussion ones. But also lots of stories of incestual encounters." "What's the other one?" I asked. "That's a p**n site that has a lot less filters. A lot of videos that purport to be incest."

I wanted to be fed with cock, slapped with cock, bent over, and dicked down like there was no tomorrow. With how addictive p**n was, I couldn’t keep relying on it or pleasuring myself all the time, especially with my family around. I could be caught. And when I am, my mom will think I am sinful and corrupt and might send me to a priest for confession or even ship me off to some religious reform facility. I couldn’t afford that. Not while I was waiting to get into college like everyone else my age. So one morning, after everyone had left, I found myself walking towards the park toilet.

But there’s this secret side of me, another side of me, the one I keep locked away, where I let myself be wild. Tonight, that side’s winning. My phone buzzes, and I grin, grabbing it. The app’s hidden behind a fake calculator icon, my little secret. It’s him, the stranger I’ve been texting for months. On the app, he’s ShadowWolf, and I’m FireVixen. The name’s cheesy, but it fits the vibe—hot, dangerous, no strings. “What are you wearing, FireVixen?” ShadowWolf asks. I glance down at my outfit: an old T-shirt that’s too short, barely covering my black lacy panties. I bite my lip, typing fast.