Erotic Taboo Storys Novels & Stories

Trigger warning: Stage Rape content. Please, if you're too sensitive to noncon-con, or it's not your fetish, I'd suggest you jump to the next story. This is brutally unapologetic. Much love from my end 💖 Theme: Rape fetish, magic, freeze and fuck, bestie fantasy, multiple orgasm, masturbation... AMAYA.

THEME: Dark, Intrusive, Taboo Stranger Encounter. KINKS: Stranger sex, voyeurism, rough dominance, forced orgasm, consensual non-consent sex. I wake up with a start, ... Not even knowing why. My skin tingles and I sit up, noticing that my apartment is quiet. I blink severally, adjusting my eyes to the darkness slowly while I look around nervously. The streetlight outside is throwing pale light across my floor and my room is still they way it was when I went to bed---- nothing looks out of place---- but I can’t shake off the feeling that jolted me awake.

she says panting quietly and I pull out my fingers from between her legs. I want to lick it too and know what she tastes like but…I need to be the voice of reasoning between the both of us. “What we just did is a taboo…we shouldn't do it again” I say to her and before she can respond, dad parks the car. “Liam and Gianna, you'll share a tent” dad says. We already knew, but hearing it again after what we just did speaks of a lot of forbidden things waiting for us.

But worst of all of that was that I had asked him for it. The morning after is always exciting in the secret erotic novels I normally read in my E-reader. The books make it sound like an instant magical transformation. They never write about the sticky heavy reality. The way your skin feels hypersensitive to rough cabin sheets. The lingering scent of sex and ocean salt coating the entire room.

When she was done, he breathed deeply and turned her around before whispering in her ears, “You don't know what you've done, Britt.” His words sent an unexplainable shiver down her spine. Her p**y throbbed, eager to receive him. As he pushed her face first on the desk, he pushed her entire skirt up and shoved down her panties, making her lower half bare to him As he dragged a finger over her clit, Brittany shut her eyes and moaned, “Fuck…” A smirk appeared on his face. He grazed her ears with his lips and whispered, “You want me to fuck you, don't you?”

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He was fucking me, right here, with my husband three feet away, and he was doing it with a calmness that drove me insane. Every nerve in my body was alight. The risk, the taboo, the sheer wrongness of it, poured gasoline on the fire he’d already lit. My pussy clenched around him, greedily accepting each stroke. I could feel my own arousal coating him, making the slide effortless. He bent his head and mouthed at me so I could read his lips. “You feel that, Jenny?” he mouthed. “That’s what you’ve been missing. That’s a real cock. Tell me you feel it.”

The hard length of him pressed against my thigh through his jeans, a silent reminder of his earlier confession, of what he claimed I’d awakened in him after years of nothing. My voice cracked before I could stop it. The word hovered on the tip of my tongue, sharp, dirty, forbidden. I hadn’t said it out loud in years. My parents had drilled it into me early. Nice girls don’t talk like that, Lila. It’s vulgar. It’s beneath you. Even now, miles away from their house, the rule clung to me like damp clothes. I bit my bottom lip so hard I tasted copper, trying to trap the word before it escaped.

I bite my lip, typing fast. “Just a T-shirt, riding up. Black lace panties, super tight. You will definitely like it and it will drive you crazy.” His reply pops up quickly, making my stomach flip. “Fuck, I can picture you on that bed. Should I tell you something nasty?” “Go for it,” I type, my heart picking up. “If I were with you, I would grab your boobs, slow at first, feeling you up. Then I will slide my hand down, beneath your panties, rubbing your clits and fingering your pussy till you’re shaking.”

“Out loud. Starting from the section you stole.” Lila’s hands trembled as she took the pages. Her voice was barely above a whisper at first, but Kane’s sharp look made her speak louder. The words were explicit—far more explicit than anything she had submitted for class. In her panic and exhaustion, she had accidentally included passages from a secret erotic story she had been writing for herself… about him. “‘Professor Kane’s strong hands gripped my thighs, spreading them wide across his desk as he looked at my dripping pussy with hungry eyes…’” Her voice cracked.