Extreme Taboo Novels & Stories

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.

I hope she has noticed how I gape like a fish when she talks to me or the stars in my eyes when I look at her. You see, I'm worried because despite how stalker-ish I've been, I can't quite establish whether she's gay or not. People here are not too keen on sexuality and seem to skirt around the topic and talk about anything but that. In our traditions, sex is a topic that is something of an abomination especially at our age. But no, today's entry was supposed to be really happy so I won't bore you with our traditions and what not.

I pushed it open and stepped inside. Damien stood by the windows, shirt half-unbuttoned, whiskey glass in hand. He turned as I entered. His eyes dragged over me—still in the robe, bare underneath, hair damp from a second shower. He set the glass down. “Close the door,” he said. “Lock it.” I did.

I scream out, but he covers my mouth with his and drowns out my scream with his warm tongue as he kisses me. His teeth graze against my bottom lip and I’m moaning into his hot mouth. There’s an urgency as he moves his lips against mine while keeping his free hand around my throat. An urgency and a rush of hunger that I never knew I needed. And then suddenly he pulls his hand from in between my thighs and breaks our kiss abruptly before sitting back on the bed. My heart sinks again. “I can't. Fuck! I shouldn't have. This is Taboo." He hastily stood, running the other hand which held my throat in his hair. “Let's not do this again Leila." His fists clenched as he stared into my eyes with a gla

Royalty indeed. “I am saying this now because I may be needed back home” Colter said quietly, the dread in his voice was obvious, “Yet as per the rules of our kind, I cannot because I had sexual relations with you. To consort with a human being is one of our greatest taboos. It has always been this way since the beginning of our species.” “It’s a like a fantasy novel come to life…” Vida whispered and Colter heard this, his eyes widened in fear and worry.

It was weird after all, so to make sense of such a kink demanded some thought. "It's like I said. The act of doing something taboo. We're playing with fire, but with unwavering love and trust with each other. So it's a fire that we contain. And it's something we're doing together, which is important. As long as we're both involved it's perfectly fine to explore a little. And I can tell you find it pretty fun too. Or exciting perhaps."

Tyler, quieter but built solid with those broad shoulders that tensed up when he got excited, and Alex, the storyteller who could turn any boring moment into something wild with his tales. We kicked off the night with a standard round of Never Have I Ever, sipping shots whenever someone hit a truth we had lived, but after a few cycles and the alcohol hitting harder, Sarah suggested flipping it to what she called the Extreme Edition, where instead of drinking for the things you had done, you stripped off a piece of clothing, and that idea got everyone nodding and grinning because the vibe was already charged with that tipsy flirtation. Clothes started coming off pretty fast after that, shirts

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.”

I’m going to die. “What am I?” More dangerous this time. More obsessive. “My Taboo step-daddy!” I cry out as cum rips from my cock, painting the sheets, my belly, and his scarred face. “Eat my fucking ass!” And he does. Hard, animalistic. Like cock tearing through a hole. Tristan’s mouth feeds on my ass, tongue lashing my swollen buds, and his teeth—sweet infant satan—those teeth should be banned. “So tight. So—-

I wanted to be fed with cock, slapped with cock, bent over, and dicked down like there was no tomorrow. With how addictive p**n was, I couldn’t keep relying on it or pleasuring myself all the time, especially with my family around. I could be caught. And when I am, my mom will think I am sinful and corrupt and might send me to a priest for confession or even ship me off to some religious reform facility. I couldn’t afford that. Not while I was waiting to get into college like everyone else my age. So one morning, after everyone had left, I found myself walking towards the park toilet.