Extreme Taboo Novels & Stories

Honestly it was a twisted feeling going on in my mind right now, do I want him as a father or I just wanted him to do the things I had seen in videos to me. My screen was flooded with videos. Humans called it taboo but were still practicing it. I saw a post filled with so many rules about who could love whom and whose eyes were allowed to wander. Honestly I didn't care if it was a taboo or sin. I wasn't human entirely, so I was not binded to this rule. Beside after making me look hideous the least my mum could do for me was to give me her husband right. I know I lacked morals, but don't forget I am not like everyone, I am special. Suddenly a thought dropped in my mind. It was a dark, wild th

Tabitha stated, repositioning herself to talk to Blake, who sat on her bed. “So what’s your excuse?” Blake asked, looking at Tabby. “I’m reevaluating this person who we were looking to promote, but he has a very unique fetish that only came to light tonight,” Tabby said, placing her tablet to the side to conduct a conversation with Blake. “Oh? What fetish this rising star has, if I might ask?” Blake asked, almost knowing in his heart. “He loves pregnant women and becomes their subordinate in the presence of them,” Tabby said shyly.

“It might be a taboo, but who cares? For someone like me, I can desire for that thing.” “You what now?” “Nothing, I am just glad that you are threating me as your friend.” From those seemingly innocent smiles, hides his growing lust. The sin that is a casual thing to begin with and especially towards him who is an embodiment of one. The taboo that everyone might call it is something that is natural to the ones like him. A desire and a shift of emotion that he wanted and fast. “One day and another, I shall have what I desire the most.” “DON’T you get it, Tucker?”

The rest of the group's members who were sorting through things turned towards Lucifer. "Never ask that or bring up firearms again. I meant to tell you sooner, but today's been a little out of order. "A little?" Peter sneered. Lucifer sighed. "Firearms, as modern humans know them, are a taboo subject in this world. Bringing them up can be akin to treason in certain territories."

Finally, I slid my lace panties down my legs and stood completely naked before him, arms at my sides. Elias circled me slowly, inspecting every inch of my body. His fingers brushed over my nipples, which instantly hardened under his touch. He ran a hand down my stomach, then between my legs, cupping my already wet pussy. “Safe word is ‘Red’,” he said quietly, his breath warm against my ear. “Say it if you truly cannot take anymore. But know this… if you use it, there will be consequences. Severe ones.” I swallowed hard and nodded.

Helena then glances at the restroom door where Natty came out, and she looks at the leg of a woman wearing typical black shoes worn by Gale. Helena could deduce something that might happen in the restroom. But Helena won’t say. She doesn’t even want to think that’s the case. She still wants to deny everything she sees. She can’t accept that someone she knows and is close to is an abnormal person. Although some people and some countries already recognize. In fact, she's seen many people who have relationships like this. She might tell if it’s a stranger she doesn’t know. But if it happens to someone very close to her, it’s very hard to accept it. It’s even easier to deny everything.

“You’d take Daddy’s cock like a good girl, wouldn’t you? Creaming all over my dick while I stretch you open. Tell me you want it, sweetheart. Tell Daddy how bad you need this married cock ruining your tight little pussy after weeks away in that dorm.” My legs shook. I pinched my hard nipple hard, plunging my fingers faster, imagining him splitting me open right there on his bed. The taboo — my coach, the man who raised me after Mom left, jerking off thinking about him while I was supposed to be safe in the dorms — only made me wetter and filthier. His strokes turned brutal. “Brandi… fuck yes, baby… Daddy loves his little stepdaughter so much. Gonna fill that young womb with my hot cum… breed

He ate her with a desperate, starving fervor, his tongue plunging inside her, then lashing her clit, his nose nudging against her as he devoured her. “Oh, God… Justin!” she moaned, her head falling back. The world outside, the city lights, the darkening sky, spun in her vision. This was insane. Obscene. Anyone driving by on the distant road below could, in theory, see the silhouette in the car. The danger of it, the sheer taboo, ignited a wildfire inside her.

Elizabeth Prenter. That is the name on the door of my sleek corner office, the one that commands respect the moment people step inside. Am I evil? I do not think so. Everyone makes their own choices. Free will and all that. I simply enjoy the thrill of temptation too much to resist it. Married men, married women, people locked in relationships. There is something intoxicating about seducing them, peeling back their carefully built lives layer by layer until they are panting for me, risking everything for just one taste. Maybe I collect weak-willed souls. Maybe I am just addicted to the hunt. Either way, it is what I do.

Not this particular act. "It’s... it’s taboo. It’s forbidden. They’re step-family, and they're… they're doing that?” I asked, pointing a finger in the direction of the inner studio. “I can't watch it anymore. I can't, I'm sorry. You can give me other punishments for me coming into your studio. I could wash, clean, do anything. Take my phones. But not that. I can't keep watching that taboo..." I rasped, the words falling free from my mouth. He didn't respond—not yet. He moved, walking slowly toward me, his presence filling the room, making me smaller than I already was. He didn't look angry, but still… he was every inch intimidating.