Erotica Taboo Stories Novels & Stories

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

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.

He pushed slightly, just the tip slipping inside before pulling out again. He repeated this motion several times, intentionally teasing me with just a hint of the fullness he could provide. My legs tightened around his waist, trying to pull him inside but he resisted, keeping only the tip of his cock buried within my wet heat. "If I slid all the way in right now," he whispered, "You'd moan so loud he'd definitely hear us.” "He'd probably lose his mind," I panted quietly, my hips moving desperately against him, trying to get more of his cock inside me. "Finding me getting fucked right outside our house." The idea was so taboo and exciting that I felt myself getting even wetter.

He still found a way to get his hand over my mouth and he slams into me. Something about this feels so taboo, so forbidden and it makes me even wetter. “You’re going to shut up and take my cock,” he grits into my ear. “You don’t want Daddy hearing how his baby girl gets ruined by his boss in the guest bathroom.” The filth of it makes me gush around him. He’s so big it hurts, but I take it. I want all of it, every fucking inch of his cock and every filthy word he has for me, I'm going to take it all.

Antônio groaned loudly, his penetration deep, muscles tensing, feeling every contraction of hers, every sigh, every cry. They continued, exploring every point, every curve, every reaction. The sex became intense, dirty, without limits, mixing pleasure, desire, and the danger of the forbidden. Antônio kissed, bit, provoked, and Dirly surrendered completely, losing herself in the ecstasy, the risk, the taboo that consumed them. When they finally fell exhausted, bodies glued together, breathing heavily, the heat still pulsing, the tension remained. The taboo was still there—the age difference, his role as tutor, the risk of being discovered—everything increased the intensity of their desire and

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.”

I wanted to make a run for it but my legs wouldn’t move. “Do you like cock?” He asked and began stroking again. This time, slowly. Teasingly. “Don’t you want to touch it… feel it?…” He took a step closer. I took a step back, my skin burning bright red. “Sorry mister but I’m straight.” He laughed and pointed to my crotch. “Better tell that to your cock then.” I looked down and a gasp tore from my throat, seeing my dick had betrayed me. It was rock hard, straining to burst from my trousers. It wasn’t something I could control. It kept rising on its own.

My legs actually shake, and I have to brace myself against the wall to keep from falling. When I can finally think again, when the aftershocks stop and my breathing returns to normal, I lean my forehead against the cool tile and try to process what just happened. I just jerked off using Maya’s scent. In her bathroom. While holding a shirt she deliberately left for me to find. And the worst part? I want to do it again. I’m so fucked.

💌✨ AUTHOR’S NOTE TO MY LOVELY READERS ✨💌 Hello, my lovely readers! 🥹❤️🌙 First of all, I just want to say a HUGE thank you to every single person who has opened Dark Tales of Midnight: A Collection of Taboo Stories and decided to take this journey with me. 🖤🌹✨