Erotic Story Taboo Novels & Stories

I say, trying to come up with some kind of excuse, anything to get her to stop. Zoey leans over, pressing her breasts against my arm. “So, maybe we should go home. Then I could make you feel really good.” She whispers. I take a deep breath, trying to focus. “We shouldn’t be doing this Zoey.” I say, trying to regain my self control. “Why shouldn’t we? You aren’t really my uncle and I am nineteen. There is nothing wrong with two people having some fun together.” She whispers, hand going up towards my zipper.

He was trying to make him realize the intensity and crucially of the matter. "Forbidden? Taboo? Ohhhh shittt. Zeeeee". Fletcher helplessly slumped his head in his arms. "There is something else too, Fletch"? Alex was getting anxious. "He was just asking me if he loves someone that’s not acceptable in the society what he should do. And I didn’t know he was talking about me. And i told him that even though Love has no boundaries still there are things that are taboo. And not acceptable at any cost. And I don’t know how he took it.

I buried my face against his shoulder as pleasure crested sharp and overwhelming. He followed with a low, steady groan, holding me firmly through it. Afterward, we didn’t rush apart. He stayed. Tracing idle patterns along my back. “You’re thinking,” he said. “I am.” “Regretting?” “No.” I turned my head to look at him. “That’s the inconvenient part.” He smiled slightly. “I told you. Not casual.” Here’s the truth: It wasn’t taboo in the scandalous sense. It was taboo because it was intentional.

“We are watching a damn kids’ movie!” “NO!” I snapped as color drained from my face at the thought of her implications. My stomach churned at how disgusting that would be. I would never live with myself if that were true. I might be a perv, but definitely not a pedo. “Haven’t it occurred to you that there could be other reasons for my erection?” “Which is?”

“I think I’m going to head back to my room now.” Always the klutz she was, she ended up knocking one of the tumblers to the ground. She cursed under her breath, immediately hurrying to pick it up. Roman had moved at the same time, their hands bristling against each other as it made contact. Gigi had read about the story leads feeling sparks when they made contact. What she felt right then was nothing sort of an electric jolt. It felt like it had run straight to her very core. She immediately backed off, letting Roman pick up the tumbler and place it back on the table.

“Fuck the sin into me. I want your cum leaking out of me during Mass tomorrow.” He snarled and leaned down, biting my nipple through the lace bra before ripping it off completely. His mouth latched onto my tit, sucking hard while he railed me. One hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my vision blur at the edges. “Look at the cross,” he growled again, hips snapping faster. “See what I’m sacrificing for this pussy.” I stared up at the crucifix, moaning louder as he destroyed me. The taboo of it—the sacrilege—made everything more intense. My pussy clenched around his cock, milking him.

’ 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.

“Alex… I’m going to…” “Not yet,” he commanded, but his voice was strained. He withdrew his fingers, and I sobbed in frustration. Before the protest could leave my lips, he was on his knees behind me. I felt his hot breath against my inner thighs, and then his mouth was on my most private part. No man had tasted me since I married Mark, not even him because he hated oral sex and thought it was dirty. But here was my ex from college, now my fertility doctor eating me out.

If anything, she shifted slightly, as if testing me. “Is something wrong?” she asked, her voice soft. I took a sip of water, debating whether I should say it. “You’re nineteen,” I murmured. “And I’m thirty-five.” She blinked, then tilted her head, as if trying to figure out why I was bringing it up now. “So?” I let out a low chuckle. “It’s taboo, Ariana.” Her lips curved into a small, knowing smile. “Maybe for you.” She took another bite of food, as if this conversation wasn’t unraveling something dark between us—something we both wanted but shouldn’t.