Extreme Taboo Stories Novels & Stories

Something she’d long since come to terms with. The only silver lining in her otherwise mundane life was her books. Specifically, dark romance books. It all started with her accidentally coming across one on a popular book site. The book had garnered over one million readers and she decided to give it a try. Since then, she’d been thrust into the world of morally grey characters with looks that could kill and a thing for cuffing you before giving you the best sex of your life. Did anybody know of this hobby of hers? No. She’d been sure to keep her dark romance collection away from her parents. Of course, her mother had come across it one time but she’d quickly made up and explanation and prie

I thought the sessions with the psychologist would be more difficult. The topics we address are heavy, yet I find it easy to open up to her. Like Jane, I’m a very reserved person, and it embarrasses me to admit that I endured severe psychological abuse from my husband. I'm also ashamed of having had a lover. According to the values I was raised with, that was immoral—no different than being a prostitute. And on top of all that, I danced in a nightclub where illegal dealings took place.

I stumbled back two full steps, my hands dropping to my sides, my legs trembling beneath me. Olise stayed pressed against the wall, his lips swollen, his eyes dark and glazed with an intense, heavy arousal. He looked at me, bewildered, his hand rising to touch his wet lips. "No," I choked out, the word tasting like ash in my mouth. I ran a trembling hand through my hair, turning my back to him because the sight of his undone state was making the guilt claw violently at my throat. "No. I shouldn't have done that. That was an absolute mistake. I lost my temper, I lost my head—"

We just pretend it never happened? …I don’t know what else to do. Your father would never understand. Then we don’t tell him. …You know it doesn’t work that way. Secrets like that always come out.* I want to scream. Want to throw my phone across the room. Instead I type: *I don’t care. I want you anyway.* The three dots appear and disappear for a solid two minutes. Finally: *You’re going to drive me insane, little wolf.* *Good. Maybe you’ll stop being so stubborn.

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

I wanted him to know I could get loud too. I propped my phone up on the nightstand, opened my favorite p**n app, and searched for something rough. I chose a video titled “Huge Cock Destroys Tight Pussy” with a tattooed guy who vaguely resembled Cal; tall, muscled, arrogant smirk. I hit play, turned the volume up enough to leak through the walls, and lay back against my pillows. The p**n started with the girl on her knees, gagging on that massive dick. Wet, sloppy sounds filled my room. I closed my eyes and let my hands roam.

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.

One of the girls had said and they all agreed. I wanted to tell them that I was ‘stuck up’ as they said because that's how I had been brought up and not because I didn't have sex. Papa was very strict with me and I he would have killed me if he found out that I had had sex while I was underage and so, I waited.

"You. On your knees. Proving how grateful you are for this opportunity." I swallowed hard, pulse racing. Part of me wanted to run. The other part, the part that had jerked off thinking about powerful men like him, stayed rooted. "This is blackmail." "Call it motivation." His voice dropped lower. "Sign the contract, Alex, and nobody sees that footage. Refuse... well, good luck explaining to HR why you're suddenly unemployed." He pulled a single sheet of paper from his desk drawer and slid it toward me. The terms were simple and filthy: exclusive access to my body, anytime, anywhere, for the duration of my employment. Discretion guaranteed. Generous bonus.