Dirty Taboo Stories Novels & Stories

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

A drawing of two nude girls, kissing and embracing each other stared back at me. This journal was the reason everything fell apart back home. My dad had found it one evening while I was out and by the time I came back, the whole house knew. I had to confess what I had kept to myself for years. The conversations that followed were ones I was still trying to forget. I'd had secret fantasies about girls for years, imagining tongues on my clit and fingers in my ass, but I never told anyone. I had never acted on any of them so I began to create these erotic drawings. I drew my fantasies out. It was the only place I felt safe.

She stopped because she had run out of breath and pride simultaneously. Her face was on fire. Her knees were aching. Her core was clenching desperately around nothing and she was kneeling naked on the floor of a BDSM club begging a stranger to fuck her with actual tears of desperation threatening to spill from her eyes and she had never in her life felt more humiliated. She had also never in her life felt more turned on. He looked down at her for a long still moment. Then the corner of his mouth curved. He leaned forward, bringing his face closer to hers, his eyes dropping to her lips and then back up to her eyes.

Then he discovered her fanfictions: wild, smutty, and detailed enough to keep him hard for days. Finding her suddenly in his private spa had been surreal. He'd stepped in just wanting to give her an unforgettable experience as thanks… but things escalated fast. She was bold, naughty, and shockingly still a virgin. The moment his fingers entered her walls, she was so tight... so wet. He wanted to take her right there and then, but the stakes were too high. At the peak of his career, one scandal with a fan, especially his biggest fanfic writer could destroy everything. Still… he couldn’t resist giving her that orgasm.

“Then prove it. Tell Zara and the camera what a pathetic, cock-starved little toy you are.” “I’m a pathetic cock-starved slut,” I cried out, voice breaking as Zara pinched my clit hard. “I’ve been empty for over a year and it’s driving me insane. Please ruin me with your cock, Axel. Fuck me like the dirty lesbian whore I am while your sister uses my mouth. Tie me down, edge me until I scream, make me squirt all over your dickb– I don’t care anymore. Just please… please shove that big cock inside me and let me cum. I’ll be your perfect little fucktoy. I swear.”

His length stays upright, standing tall as a blatant dare. I crawl over his waist, leaning down to press a quick, mocking kiss to the tip before positioning myself over his thigh. Now I just want to see how far I can push him. How much of that calm, stubborn control I can strip away. “Tell me a Bible story, Brock,” I whisper, slowly guiding his tip to my aching cunt. “I heard you used to be quite the storyteller in your youth.” I lower myself onto him, but I stop halfway. I refuse to take the full length. When dealing with a man who can split you in half, holding back is the only way to survive.

Someone managed to click a picture of them kissing. "Fuckkkk". He cussed under breath. He looked for more and found someone blackmailing Zee to expose those pictures in return of some confidential information. That stated, it wasn’t only about money. ---- Tabby

And so damned hot. She talked about narrative structure and unreliable narrators. I barely heard her. My hand shook as I turned to page 117. When she asked if anyone had an example of a compelling line from erotic literature, I raised my hand. She raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Turner?” I stood and cleared my throat. “He wanted to taste obedience on her tongue.” The class went silent. A couple students chuckled. Someone made a low “damn” sound in the back. She didn’t laugh. She just smiled slowly.

Rita sat pressed tightly against me, her breathing already faster. I started steering the conversation. “So boys,” I said, leaning forward so my tits nearly spilled out, “have you ever destroyed a proper Luna before?” The energy at the table changed instantly. Growls rose. They wanted more. I started telling them my sluttiest stories — how I loved being gangfucked, choked, knotted, and pumped full. Rita’s face flushed deep red, but she didn’t stop me. One rogue with silver eyes stared at her. “What about you, Luna? You smell like you haven’t been properly bred in a long time.”