Erotica Taboo Stories Novels & Stories

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

I wanted the floor to swallow me. Lucas slipped one finger inside me slow, deep while continuing the conversation about centerpieces. My thighs trembled. I bit the inside of my cheek to stay silent, pretending to study my notebook. The same notebook that now held vows filthier than anything Victoria could imagine. “Read the next one quietly,” Lucas murmured when Victoria excused herself to take a quick call from her assistant. His breath was warm against my ear, finger still moving lazily inside me. “Under the table. Now.”

Because I knew what simmered underneath their fake stoicism and cracking restraint… was the same thing that hid beneath mine: A pathetic desire to abandon everything to the heat of lust. But all that went out the window when he started dating Valia, vice captain of the volleyball team. Long flawless legs padded by thick thighs that screamed anything but innocence. She wasn't a slut, but by no means was she innocent. The desperate, broken whimpers leaking through our paper-thin walls made that crystal clear. She was exactly the kind of temptation I had to have my hands on before leaving. “Fuck—” The headboard slammed again. Another thrust. Another muffled curse.

You know, the one that recently came true, in spectacular style. So, here goes: I have always wanted to fuck a bride on her way to her wedding. Despite knowing that the majority of brides these days aren’t exactly pure and innocent, I’ve always really fancied screwing one of them senseless in the back of my limo before dropping her off at her destination, where she’ll commit herself to someone else for the rest of her life. There’s no need to start psychoanalyzing it—I know it’s because it’s taboo, forbidden, corrupt. And therein lies the attraction. And, as I said, for a long time it was just a harmless fantasy that nobody knew about.

like, "fuck me." Sabrina lay down on her bed, released the day's tension through her mouth and sank into the babble filling her mind. Two seconds later her finger was slipping along the seam of her crease. The hypnotist's instructions were to jill, right up to the edge, but to hold off orgasm as long as possible. In the last week and a half, that'd become friggin' hard. She hadn't even touched it and her love buzzer was throbbing with need.

His lips found the sensitive skin of my neck, sucking a mark right below my ear. “No one has to know,,” he whispered into my ear, his voice a low, vibrating sin. “Just a secret. Just once. I’m so hard for you right now, I can barely breathe.” He traced his tongue up to my earlobe, licking it slowly. I shivered, my head falling back. “Eva doesn’t have a single sex bone in her body,” he muttered, his hands sliding down to my waist. “She’s all career and wedding plans. She doesn’t look at me the way you do. She doesn’t make me feel like this.”

Climbing onto the bed, I kicked the duvet aside and spread my legs wide, then grabbed my earphones and hit play on my favorite audiobook. “Hello… Daddy.” I activated the audio play. The low, velvet voice filled my ears instantly. “Mmm, Laila… you came back, baby. My naughty little slut. Close your eyes for me and spread those pretty legs wide and let your fingers slide down between your thighs. I want you to feel how wet you already are just from hearing my voice.” I obeyed without hesitation, kicking the sheets aside and parting my legs shamelessly on the bed. My fingers tremble slightly with excitement as they trail down my stomach and settle between my cherry folds.

"That's a good thing, right? Intense is sexy." "Tash, something happened," I said, my voice barely a whisper. And then, the whole story came pouring out of me. The locked drawer, the journal, getting caught, the blackmail, the deal. I left out no detail. I told her everything—my fear, my shame, and my sick, twisted arousal. When I was finished, the room was silent. Tasha just stared at me, her mouth slightly agape, her eyes wide with shock. "Holy shit," she finally breathed out. "Holy. Fucking. Shit, Elara."

I soothed, rubbing the spot that was already turning pink from the smack. One thing I loved about Sera was that she had a very generous butt and it was so fuckable and I couldn't wait to enter her for behind. Now, since I had worked on her pussy and she had cum once, it was time I made her scream with pleasure by abusing her ass hole or like I loved to call it, chrysanthemum. I squeezed out a generous amount of lube on the woman's ass especially that tight chrysanthemum that was calling out to me.

WARNING: 18+ ONLY!! Dearest Reader, The pleasurable act of sinning never felt so good. LMW presents to you a collection of all the sins you never had the courage to commit…. This book is an exotic collection of 30 different erotic stories, passionate romance, ecstasy, and a salacious manifestation of your darkest desires. There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable, get ready to wet yourselves, dream, desire for more like I did and have fun!